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Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanfiction Chapter 7)

Hey guys! Here’s Chapter 7! I hope you like it! Chapter 8 is on the way not to worry! Thank you to all the love and support! I’ve gotten some great messages and I’m so happy that you guys are enjoying the story! It’s nearing the end but please enjoy!

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When Lance confesses every bad thought he’s had to the team, and it doesn’t go well. Lance has to get out . The team has to come to terms with what Lance said and figure out how they can make it right.

Chapter 7: Well, Mierda.

Lance ran as fast as he could. He could feel Blue calling out to him, she could feel his fear, his panic, his pain and she wanted to help. So when he made it to the hangar she was ready and waiting, mouth open ready to protect him. He ran inside.

I need to get out of here I feel like I can’t breathe. Lance said to her, through their bond like so many times before.

I understand. She replied.

Lance sat heavily in his chair, console lighting up. He leaned his head back and let Blue into his mind. Then he was seeing through her eyes. She looked at the hangar door, ramming it trying to get out. She was desperate or maybe that was Lance it was hard to tell when they were like this.

Her attention was drawn to a voice, Shiro looking panicked and worried, running into Blue’s hangar.

“LANCE!” Shiro shouted, “PLEASE STOP!” Shiro begged.

Blue looked at him and turned back ramming the hangar door again. Lance needed to get out. They had to get out.

Shiro was still shouting but Lance couldn’t hear him.

“LANCE PLEASE! DON’T GO!” SHiro shouted. Suddenly Hunk appeared next to him, dragging Shiro out of the hangar.

“HUNK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Shiro shouted at him with anger.

“Shiro. Stop. Let him go.” Hunk said seriously.

What?” Shiro asked incredulously.

Hunk let the tears that he had been stopping slide down his face.

“Please. You have to let Lance go. He won’t stop when he’s like this.” Hunk said, another bang came from the hangar, Blue desperately trying to escape.

“Lance just confessed a bunch of stuff that we know he didn’t really mean, his emotions are off the wall. He needs time to gather himself, then we go after him.” Hunk said wiping tears from his face.

Everyone had joined them outside of the hangar door, crashing sounds becoming more frequent.

“If we try to talk to him now…” Hunk said shaking his head, “He’ll just become more panicked and we’ll make it worse. Please just… wait.” Hunk said.

Shiro’s whole body seemed to sag, like all the energy had been drained. Finally there was a huge crash and an alarm sounded.

“Lance and Blue have left the hangar.” Coran said finally.

So they all stood in the noise of the alarm, completely silent.

Lance and Blue went out into space, dark and quiet. They need to go someplace, some place with a breeze and water. But they were too far from Earth so another planet would have to do. Images floated across Lance’s mind, a beach with pink sand and green water. A yellow sky with purple clouds, a planet similar to Earth and it was close.

Let’s go. Lance and Blue said together and they did.

They flew for a long while passing stars and planets of beautiful and terrifying color and shape. Lance couldn’t believe that he had gotten used to space, something he could only dream about when he was younger. Here he was floating among the stars and he felt nothing.

Then the planet was in front of them, a colorful version of Earth. They descended. Blue landing on the beach. Lance slowly opened his eyes coming back to himself. He felt empty, like he had left everything back on the Castle and maybe he did.

He got out of Blue, a breeze whipping his brown hair around. The beach was similar to Varadero beach, where he spent his childhood. The sand was pink instead of the beautiful white, the water a vibrant green framed by a light yellow sky. Lance went to a spot next to the water and sat. He let the breeze wash over him and watched the water come in and out in a constant beat.

Before he realized hot and heavy tears streaked down his face, what had he done? He curled in on himself, bring his knees up, arms wrapped around them.

“They must hate me now.” He said with such raw sadness.  

No, they do not. Blue said.

“But how do you know? Blue, I-I said horrible things to them. Every passing thought I had, everything I’ve thought bad about them I sa-said.” Lance said the breaths hitching in his throat, tight and hot. “They didn’t deserve that, it was cruel. How could I…” Lance said not able to finish because sobs were racking his body shaking him to his very core. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried like this.

They do not hate you. I can feel it. The lions are connected. They are confused and sad but they do not hate my Lance.  Blue said, they know my Lance is kind and they know my Lance is hurt and they didn’t notice. That’s how they feel.

Lance just tried to breathe, tried to calm down but his heart hurt so much and it wouldn’t stop. It was like he had lost all control of his emotions.

You know she lies to you, right?

Lance looked up hesitantly, it was Lotor not the real one but the one in his head.

They hate you now. They won’t come for you. Just stay on this beach, it’s nice here.

Lance shook his head, this wasn’t real. He wasn’t going to continue to let this hallucination walk all over him. Lance stood, Lotor watching.

Shut up.” Lance said.

Oh he speaks.

Lance set his jaw, “Leave me alone. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Lance said.

Lotor looked shocked and then smiled, his face began to change and Lance was once again staring at himself, the self without the scars, the way he was before.

I can’t leave Lance. I’m you. There’s no escape.

Lance paused and suddenly something clicked, the steel that had covered his emotions cracked and began to fall apart. The thing that was created on Lotor’s ship. The steel fell away, but he didn’t need it anymore, he didn’t need to hide anymore. He realized that now, he was allowed to feel afraid, he was allowed to feel jealous, he was allowed to feel.

No you’re right.” Lanced breathed, understanding.

“I can’t get you out. You’re me, the part of me I wish I didn’t have. You’re my doubt, my sadness, my anger, jealousy, fear and every other crappy emotion. You’re all of it in one.” Lance took a breath, looking himself in his own blue eyes, “But I need to accept that you’re a part of me, not separate from me. Just like me and Blue when we fly, we have to accept one another. I’m sorry I keep pushing you out, that I keep ignoring you.” Lance said.

His hallucination looked afraid, and he backed up.

“I accept you, okay? And I forgive you. You’re the part of me that… makes me human. I’m sorry.” Lance said, tears streaming down his face.

His hallucination shook his head and slowly, little by little he began to fade. Lance knew that his wasn’t a normal thing, talking to your own hallucination or accepting yourself in this weird way. But if it was what it took to move on and to accept what had happened to him. To accept the new him then that’s what he would do.

And Lance was left on the beach with Blue.


“Better.” Lance said.

The team had gathered in the lounge on the couches and they didn’t say anything for a long time. Hunk was worried, they all were. He was the one to suggest waiting but they could at least productive.

“We have to talk about what Lance said.” Hunk stated.

Everyone remained silence but began to straighten, Shiro nodded and although everyone still looked pale and a little shocked they looked determined.

After a pause Keith started, “Do you guys know why he said um… why Lance kept calling me perfect and the stuff he said about Shiro.” Keith asked.

To their surprise Pidge answered.

“Well Shiro pays a lot of extra attention to you.” Pidge said, like it was obvious.

Shiro blinked a little shocked, “What?” He asked.

Hunk nodded, “You do. Like when Keith held a sword to that one guy when we were trying to rescue? And when you chose him for the Blade of Marmora mission. Lance had a point that Keith can be a hot head. No offense Keith. But despite all that you seem to trust Keith the most out of all of us.” Hunk said.

Shiro looked shocked.

“But you and Keith have a past so I guess it makes sense. But still you seem to pay extra attention to him. I think maybe Lance felt useless. I can only count on one hand the amount of time you’ve complimented or even talked to Lance just the two of you. Mostly you just tell him to focus and stuff. And Lance looks up to you, you’re his hero so it must have hurt. But we kind of all hurt Lance.” Hunk said, looking disappointed.

There was an awkward silence.

“I’m sorry.” Allura said, they all looked at her, “I um… I forget how young you, I mean we are. I try to treat you like soldiers. But that’s just a part of who were are. I forget that sometimes and I think that really hurt Lance.” She swallowed.

“Every time he opened his mouth and said a joke it was just to get us out of that serious mindset. To get us to act our age. And every time I tried to get him to stop when all he was trying to do was help us in his own way. But no matter how many times I told him to stop, or ignored him, he would always check on me after a hard mission. Give me a compliment, make sure I was okay and I always felt better. But I never did the same for him and I should have.” Allura finished.

More silence.

“I’m also sorry.” Coran said, “I think I saw something wrong, a long time ago but I failed to notice in time to help Lance.” He said.

“What do you mean?” Keith asked.

Coran looked at them all with sad eyes.

“After the explosion where Lance saved me, I went to thank him personally after he recovered. After I thanked him he said, don’t worry Coran you’re important so of course I’d save you, don’t worry about it. That silly boy has a way of making you feel at ease and I didn’t think about it. But today when he said he wasn’t important, that he doesn’t deserve to be here… It made me think of that moment. Like he was implying that because he wasn’t important, then of course he’d save me someone he considers important.” Coran finished.

Thoughts ran through everyone’s mind, thinking back on what Lance has said before.


Why? There’s nothing you or the rest of the team can do. It’s not important.

Maybe I don’t have a thing.

Don’t worry about it.


Please stop.

Pretend you didn’t see this.

Everyone quickly realized that they really hadn’t noticed and Lance had been right all along. They had ignored him, treated him horribly for a long time. Lance was supposed to be their brother, their buddy and they treated him like trash.

“Without realizing it, we’ve been hurting Lance this entire time. And he just kept it down, didn’t confront us. He just took it. Maybe it was little things but it’s obvious that it affected him and we just continued to do it. Even when Lance was tried to tell us how he felt the entire time. He feels like he not a part of this team but despite that he protected us with everything he had.” Shiro said feeling shame and guilt growing in his chest.

“He lost his eye saving us.” Pidge said in a whisper.

“He’s been trying so hard to catch up with the rest of us, not realizing that he’s actually the best out of all of us.” Keith said.

“We have to make him feel like he is a part of this team because he is. He keeps us together, makes us laugh. We need Lance back.” Allura said.

There was a long silence.

Hunk smiled, “Then let’s go get him!” Hunk said.

Everyone smiled.

“Yeah!” Shiro said.

The team got in the black lion, since they didn’t need to take all of them for this. Allura’s face popped up on the screen.

“Lance has landed his lion on a planet not too far from here. It’s atmosphere and gravity is similar to your Earth. I sent you the exact coordinates of the signal.” She paused, “When you find Lance, we’d like to hear what you’re saying to him or if he has anything to say to us. So if you could keep your comms on…” Allura trailed off.

Shiro smiled, “Of course Princess.” He said.

Allura smiled, her face disappearing from the screen. So they flew. It would take about fifteen minutes to get there.

“What do we do once we get there?” Pidge asked quietly.

“Just follow my lead.” Hunk said smiling, “Just do what I do!” Hunk said.

“Okay.” Shiro said hesitantly.

They arrived at the planet, it really was similar to Earth and after locating the coordinates they descended. They landed down the beach from the blue lion. They got out and Hunk led the way walking along the beach. As they got closer they saw Lance, sitting just before the water staring at the Technicolor scenery with a serene expression on his face.

Hunk sat just behind Lance, not speaking and the rest of the team did the same. The pink sand was warm under their fingers and they joined Lance in staring at the ocean before them. They were silent for a long time until Lance spoke. They looked at his back focused on his form against the scenery.

“I grew up near a beach like this one. I always went there when I needed space to think. I grew up in a house of seven kids and although I loved it ninety-nine percent of the time I sometimes needed to clear my head so I would go to the beach. Something about the moment of the water always calmed me down and put things in perspective.” Lance took a breath before continuing, “Although my family was big I was always showered with a lot of love and attention because my mom is that kind of woman. She’s the best, a single parent since my dad died after my youngest sister was born. But my mom always makes sure that we know we’re loved and important.” Lance said. They couldn’t see his face because he sounded like he was smiling causing the rest of them to smile.

“It was because of her that I joined the Garrison. She said to me once, Lance if you ever have a chance to go get your dreams then go, family never leaves you but dreams can. So go and we’ll be here when you come back. It because of that that I took that ridiculous test and joined the Garrison with a new American name and three months of English under my belt. So I went, I wanted to learn about space and explore and everything. But when I got to the Garrison it wasn’t what I imagined. I was at the bottom of the pecking order again in terms of smarts and skill. So I worked hard really hard. Really hard. I got to the top of the cargo pilot class and when I was upgraded to fighter class I thought my hard work had paid off.” Lance said, his voice falling a little bit.

“But I only got in because Keith dropped.” Lance said.

Keith felt a pang in his heart, he could feel where this was going.

“And believe me they really liked to remind me of that. Every time I fucked up they would remind me that I was just a replacement for the best pilot of our generation. Maybe that’s where it all started, I don’t know.” Lance took a breath, “And when we got Shiro and I actually met Keith and actually talked to him, I had already made this competition in my mind. Because in the Garrison I was already competing against you Keith, even if you weren’t there… I honestly hated you. I don’t anymore but I was jealous and mad and I didn’t even know you. I’m sorry about that.” Lance said.

He curled his legs up to his chest, resting his head on his knees.

“And when I met Blue I thought, this is what I was meant to do, all the stuff I went through before was all leading to this. Finally I would belong to something greater, something I could do to help people. I was happy.” Lance took another breath, “But in the end I was compared to Keith, constantly. Told to focus, to be better. I fell behind. That wasn’t anyone’s fault really and the more time that passed the more I realized how ordinary I am compared to everyone. Shiro is the great leader and pilot in his own right. Pidge is super super smart for her age. Hunk is the best person and the best engineer. Keith’s the best pilot of his generation and just really cool. Allura’s the super awesome and pretty space princess and Coran keeps us all running in top shape. And I’m…” Lance paused, “I’m just a boy from Cuba fighting a space war I’ll never win, a cheap replacement for someone who you all deserve more. That feeling kept growing and growing and when I decided to blow up the ship…” Lance took a breath, “There was a small part of me that wished that I died, because at least I would have been important then. I would the blue paladin that helped his team escape an enemy by sacrificing himself. That would have made a great story.” Lance paused.

The team let that sink in but it was hard to absorb. Shiro wanted to speak, to Lance he was wrong but Hunk shook his head, Lance wasn’t done yet.

“But I didn’t. And I don’t think that way anymore. But I got captured on Lotor’s ship and was tortured. But there was this moment that I was so so scared. I was terrified of dying, of being hurt and I wanted to give up. But something clicked like my emotions just disappeared for a bit. I didn’t feel afraid. I didn’t feel much of anything. I thought that I had a job to do, to protect you guys because you guys are the important protectors of the universe. It was the only way I could cope and when you rescued me it didn’t go away. Neither did Lotor.” Lance said, “I see him sometimes, when I was captured he would say things to me. Not the real thing, just my mind. He’d say things I didn’t want to hear. Sometimes he would change into other people, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, Keith, Allura, Coran, my mom, siblings and sometimes he turned into me. But those hallucinations, I thought they were because of the pain or some weird Druid thing. But when I woke up from the healing pod… he hadn’t gone away. He was standing right there but I couldn’t say anything.” Lance said, his voice becoming tight.

“I thought that if I said anything then you would doubt my ability as a pilot. I thought you would send me back to Earth. I thought you’d tell me that you didn’t need me and no matter how much I want to go back to Earth, I know that I want to belong here. But I always felt like I was never quite part of the team. When we form Voltron it’s the only time I feel like I belong. But outside of that, I just…” Lance trailed off.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean any of it, not a word. I love you guys, I love Voltron, I love helping people and I’m so sorry that I said that stuff. I wish I could take it back. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Lance put his head in his hands, tears flowing freely in quiet sobs.

They were silent and Hunk moved and so did the rest of the team. Hunk put a gentle hand on Lance’s knee, Pidge a hand on the other. Shiro stroked Lance’s hair. Keith had a hand on his shoulder. They were all so warm and the feeling made Lance cry harder.

“Lance…” Shiro began, “You have nothing to be sorry about. We’re sorry. We’ve been hurting you this entire time and we didn’t know. I’m sorry we didn’t notice sooner.” Shiro said.

“Yeah you’re a part of this team. The entire time you were gone we were going crazy without you keeping us grounded. The castle, the lions, nothing felt the same without you man.” Hunk said.

“Lance I love you, a lot. You remind me a lot of my brother Matt, always helping me out and checking up on me, making me laugh. I don’t know how I’d be here without you.” Pidge said.

“Listen, Lance. You’re a part of this team and we’re sorry we haven’t treated you that way. But we’ll get better. We’ll try to be better.” Keith said.

They stayed like that, holding onto Lance as he cried. They stayed like that for a long time and Lance finally felt like he finally belonged.

Sugar Prince (High School AU! Jimin)

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Type: Fluff sort of Angst

People say having a guy like Park Jimin liking you was a big deal. But to someone who spent less time fantasizing about men and worried more for her work, you didn’t care. You wanted to worry about your future more than a guy like him. He was popular with the ladies, it didn’t mean he dated them all or anything just they all wanted him. You figured he had a minor crush on you that he would get over soon after it started. Unannounced to you the boy had had a crush on you since you first came to the middle school you guys used to go to. He just accidently let his feeling slip this year.

Jimin had a sweet tooth and you were amazed his pearly whites hadn’t fallen out. every Valentine’s Day he was in heaven by the amount of candy he got, he was often handed sweets by girls.


You sat calmly eating your chocolate pieces as you studied. It was a lovely day so you decided to sit outside and do your work. You soon heard feet drag along the grass before a presence sat down beside you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone reaching for your snack so your hand reached out and grabbed theirs. You looked up and saw a smiling Jimin sitting there. The boy had balls to try and grab your food. You threw his hand away as you silently went back to reading. His hand slowly crept towards the box and as he saw your muscles tense he pulled away.

when you looked back at him he gave you another smile. “Can I help you?” you asked as you looked around seeing that his normal pack of girls weren’t around, he must have ditched them or something. “Just wondering why you’re sitting out here all alone” he says as he looks you over “because it’s a nice day” you say simply. “I think my day got brighter since I sat down beside you” he said as you made a face in disgust. “If I give you candy will you leave?” you ask him as he shakes his head no. “You’re stuck with me babe” he coos as you roll your eyes.


When you walked to class Jimin would rush over to you and take your bag. Since you were older he wasn’t able to stay in your class very long. You were walked to the door and Jimin smiled “I’ll see you later beautiful” he coos as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek before handing you your bag.

You took a seat as your friend quickly rushed to sit next to you. “Park Jimun and you?” she asked you sighed “he’s like a puppy” you mumble “you’re so lucky he’s one of the hottest guys in school” another girl who sat in front of you said as you leaned on your hands. “Boys get in the way of dreams” “except when they’re the boys of your dreams” your friend mumbled as she looked over at Yoongi who felt eyes on him and looked up confused. Your friend quickly looked away. “You want me to do something" you say.


During lunch you made your way to the cafeteria before an arm touched your waist and pulled you close “how about we eat lunch together” Jimin says as he gives you a flirty smile. “Why are you so interested in me?” you asked as he turned you so he could wrap both arms around you. “Because your perfect, sweet, smart. Just all around amazing” he said leaning closer with every word as squeals fill the air. Jimin pauses as he pulled away. He turned to see his normal group of girls who followed him around there.

You moved away before he brought you close again. “They can’t ruin this” he said as he pressed his lips to yours quickly. He smiled as he cupped your face keeping the kiss going. To his amazement you didn’t pull away and slap him. You stood there mainly but gave some mouth movement back. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he whispered as he pulled away. You seemed frozen as he chuckles. “Come come let’s get something to eat” he said as he linked your fingers with his and pulled you along.

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Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: mild angst, romance, fluff
Words: 2.218
Summary: Reader finds Bucky in her flat one day. He asks her to let him stay and she agrees. The two of them help each other from that day on - requested by Anonymous

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Cosa Nostra (Pt. 4)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?



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Originally posted by nevermindmyg

A few days had passed since you moved into Yoongi’s mansion practically against your will. Even though you put up a bit of a fight against the idea, Yoongi just steamrolled your thoughts and opinions and had Hoseok help you pack up anything of importance and move it to his place. As much as you hated the idea of living with a mafia leader, you were somewhat relieved to not struggle to pay rent for your cramped apartment anymore.

That is, until you found out just how boring it was at the Min estate. For one thing, you certainly didn’t feel at home there, after all, it was the home of a guy you barely knew. Secondly, Yoongi had banned you from entering most of the rooms claiming that “there’s nothing interesting to see in those rooms”, which limited you to basically your new room, the library, the kitchen, and the main hall. You tried to be good, you really did, but there’s only so much of wandering the same four rooms that a person can take before they start to go crazy. Worst of all, you couldn’t even leave the mansion to do as you pleased. These luxurious walls were essentially just an over glorified prison for you, and you were not happy.

‘At least he didn’t force me to quit my job,’ You thought to yourself as you got dressed for another boring day, ‘I really would have gone crazy then, not having a reason to leave this place.’ You gave yourself a glace over in the rather large mirror that was set against the wall. Satisfied with how you looked, you opened the door to your room and stepped out into the hallway. ‘Still, I’m going to go insane if he doesn’t let me go out and do shit that doesn’t involve work.’

You began to make your way towards Yoongi’s office to complain when you bumped into Hoseok in the hallway, “Oh, hey (Y/n)! How are you?” Hoseok smiled brightly. His pure radiance never failed to stun you, it was truly incredible that someone could be the literal embodiment of sunshine.

“Oh, uh hey Hoseok,” You stuttered awkwardly. You still weren’t use to Yoongi’s men speaking to you. It was hard to figure out how someone was supposed to act around the mafia, “Do you know if Yoongi is in his office? I need to speak with him.”

He cocked his head questioningly, “Why, what do you need to speak to him about?” His tone of voice was a little tense, as if he were ready for you to say something that he would have to do something about.

You huffed, irritated that he wouldn’t just tell you what you wanted to know, “That’s between me and Yoongi, I just want to know where he is so I don’t go searching every room in this place. Care to help out?”

Hoseok’s smile faltered a little at your curt voice, “Well, I’m sorry (Y/n), but you can’t just barge into any room you please, even if you do live here now. Plus, his office is the worst place to walk in like you’re in charge, especially while he’s working.”

“So you’re saying Yoongi is in his office now? Thanks, Hoseok,” You smirked mischievously as you walked past him, proud that you had tricked him into giving away information.

He stood there gaping at you for a moment before he jogged to catch up with you, “Wait, wait, wait! I can’t let you do that (Y/n), Yoongi will have my head if I let you barge in there.” He frowned at you, pleading with his eyes for you to listen to him, but you weren’t in the mood to be sympathetic and listen.

“Sorry, Hoseok, but I really need to give him a piece of my mind right now,” You stopped at Yoongi’s office doors and put your hand on the doorknob before turning to Hoseok and winking, “Don’t worry, I’ll say I gave you the slip so you won’t get in trouble.” Before he could say anything or stop you, you pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Yoongi sitting at his desk reading some papers.

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Harry stared at Draco who sat on the other side of the classroom. He had started to notice Draco more lately, after the war Draco had stopped talking to Harry, or trash talking him for that matter. And Harry realized he missed him like they actually used to be friends. So he stared at him. A lot of people had noticed as well because he wasn’t very discreet.
Draco was doodling in his sketchbook. Harry had noticed that he used to do that, and he had never really thought that Draco was the drawing kind of person. From what Harry could see, he was drawing birds, mostly.

“Mate, you’re creeping again,” Ron said, poking Harry out of his daydream. “Er, what? right” Harry said, trying to take his eyes off Draco, but couldn’t seem to do it. “Seriously, you have been staring at Malfoy the last month” Harry stared at Ron and tried to interrupt him but Ron spoke first. “If you’re that obsessed, go talk to him” he sighed. “Obsessed, I’m not obsessed!” Harry almost yelled. “I-” he didn’t know what to say, they were having a staring contest and Ron was clearly winning. “You know what, maybe I will” Ron shook his head, smiling.

When professor McGonagall finally let them go, Harry hurried through the crowd of students rushing out of the classroom. Draco was just about to put his books in his bag when Harry reached him. Draco stopped when he realized he was there. He looked up at Harry, looking slightly confused, then he ignored him and continued packing his bag. “Nice drawing” Harry choked and started coughing. Draco looked up at him. Harry was trying really hard not to cough in his face. They just stared at each other, until Harry couldn’t hold it anymore, and ran out of the classroom to cough, leaving Draco alone in the classroom confused.

“so you’re really here to study?” Hermione asked as she and Harry walked into the library. “Yes, why else would I be here?” Harry asked looking around. “Well, Ron told me you were looking for Malfoy” at this remark Harry turned to look at Hermione. “What I- There he is!” Harry pushed Hermione with him behind a bookshelf. Draco was sitting on a table behind the bookshelf with Pansy. He was drawing, while Pansy was reading. “Harry, I came here to study, and if you wanna talk to Malfoy, Fine! But don’t stand behind a shelf hiding, and don’t bring me into it!” Hermione turned and sat down on a table next to the shelf and a window. Harry looked at Hermione, then at Draco, to see who he would choose. “Go!” Whisper yelled Hermione and as she did Harry stumbled forwards and into the table. Draco jumped in his seat, staring at Harry. Harry smiled awkwardly and walked over to the closest bookshelf. Pansy ignored him and looked annoyed. Harry started to drum on the bookshelf awkwardly. Draco who had just managed to look away looked up at him. Harry had started to hum to his drumming, and as he noticed Draco were staring at him he stopped and they shared awkward eye contact for about a minute and a half. Harry could hear Hermione sigh behind the bookshelf. “Nice bird,” Harry said referring to the drawing. “I didn’t know you could draw,” Harry said as Draco stayed silent.  "What do you want, Potter?“ said Pansy suddenly with a fake smile and annoyance in her voice. “He was just looking at some books,” Draco said staring at Pansy. Harry realized this was probably the first words he had heard Draco say this year. Pansy stared at Draco in shock. Until she finally closed her book and stood up. “Fine,” she said as she left the library, Draco just continued drawing. Harry figured this was his chance to sit down, so he did.

After sitting there in silence for about five minutes the silence finally broke. “Now seriously Potter, what do you want?” Draco stared at Harry. “What do you mean, I am getting a book from the library” Harry tried, even though he realized that was a stupid thing to say. “Well, you’re clearly not, you’ve been sitting here for five minutes” Draco tried to sound rude but he didn’t look angry or even annoyed. “Well, I just wanted to talk to you, we should, er… talk,” Harry said, suddenly finding the window very interesting. No one said anything. After a few minutes, Draco started to draw again, just not a bird. He drew an eye, sometimes looking up at Harry. Harry looked at the eye in awe, not realizing that it was his eye. After he had drawn one pair of eyes, he took his sketching book and left the library in a hurry.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the classroom, together. Harry noticed Draco sitting alone with the window, Pansy was about to sit down next to him. Harry hurried over to him and took the seat next to him before Pansy, she stared at him, confused. Then she just turned and sat down next to Blaise instead. Draco didn’t move, he looked slightly uncomfortable.

During the class Draco doodled, what Harry noticed were the eyes he drew yesterday. But now he didn’t just draw the eyes, he drew a face and a body to them. Harry thought it looked like him, but didn’t think it were him. Harry started doodling in his book as well, copying Draco’s drawing badly. When Draco noticed he laughed a little, then he took his quill and added some details to Harrys drawing, and fixed some shapes.

They both smiled as they walked out of the classroom and found their friends. Harry walked towards Ron and Hermione who stared at him for a while until they just laughed. As they walked up the stairs towards their common room, a paper bird flew towards them. At first, they just ignored it until it started to poke Harry and tweet annoyingly. “What do you want” Ron screamed and tried to smack it, but before he could Harry took it and unfolded it. And to his surprise, it was a drawing. It was a really good, detailed drawing of him and Draco riding on brooms, with the snitch in front of them. And just as Harry was about to catch it, Draco got it.  Harry smiled. “What is it?” asked Hermione trying to look at it. “Nothing” Harry smiled, as he put it in his pocket.


It was night, most people were asleep. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were not one of them. They were wide awake in the Slytherin common room under Harry’s invisibility cloak. Harry was laying on his stomach while Draco was sitting on him painting on his back. “Come on, just tell me what it is” laughed Harry. “Shh, be quiet,” said Draco “Be patient, I’m almost done”

After a while, Draco had painted the lake at sunset on Harrys back. “There, done” Draco smiled, proud. “What is it, can I see?” Harry said as he sat up trying to look at his back. “It’s a portrait of me” teased Draco. “No, it’s not!” said Harry throwing Draco on his back and pinning him down with his hands. “Yes it is, and I put a charm on it so it won’t go away” Draco smiled, and Harry leaned closer in. “Shut up” Harry leaned closer. “Make me” smirked Draco, and before he could do anything else, Harry had pressed his lips against Draco’s.


“And here we are, my princess.”

Was the nickname worth the jab in the chest when it made her smile like that? It was absolutely worth the jab in the chest when it made her smile like that.

“Fla—… flatterer,” Ladybug-cum-Marinette yawned as she left his arms and touched down next to the back entrance to their school. “Careful with that mouth of yours. It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

“I’ll be careful,” said Chat, much more awake than his partner, who’d just spent the last twelve hours in a self-sustaining time loop. “Only for you, ma belle.”

She rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing around the corners of her mouth, but the sound of skidding footsteps cut off her retort, and they both looked up to find…


The journalist blinked first at Marinette, who, now that he thought about it, looked rather suspiciously tired and sweaty, then at Chat, who was also tired and sweaty, though for much weaker reasons.

Alya’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’.

Chat could see the cogs click into place. He wondered if it was too late to go back to fighting Timebreaker.

“A-A-Alya?” Marinette asked, interrupting the staring contest as the name falling on the tail end of another yawn. “What are you doing back here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” said the far more alert of the two, and Chat wondered if he should intervene somehow, or if he’d just make it worse.

“Mnnh,” said Marinette, stretching distractingly out of the corner of his eye. “Chat was just… dropping me off.”

Alya’s eyes almost glowed.

Did he save Marinette from their friend’s reporter tendencies and risk giving her the scoop himself, or just leave well enough alone and trust their friend to not pick up the scandal they were almost laying out for her?

“That was nice of him,” said Alya, faux casual as she sidled past him to grab Marinette by the elbow, squinting suspiciously at him as she did so. “How do you know him?”

“Oh,” said Marinette, laughing. “We’re—”

Chat raised his eyebrows at her from behind his mask.

Marinette’s smile froze on her face. “Th-that is, we, um. We just met! Ahaha! He saw me walking here and offered to give me a ride! Nothing like… well. Um. I’ll stop talking now.”

Alya looked from her exhausted mess of a best friend to the exhausted mess of a suspected supervillain, and said, “I… see.”

…Well, it could be worse, mused Chat, slowly dropping his face into his waiting hand so he could press the heel of his palm to his forehead. It could have been raining, too.

Right on cue, thunder rumbled in the distance, a dramatic threat for what would most likely be a quick summer shower.

…Fuck his life.


When you think about it, humans are strange creatures, there is something in us that makes us want to mate with someone for life. Like why do we need so much commitment to one person?  You talked into the phone as your friend, Elena, laughed on the other end.

Sweetie, you’re only saying this because you haven’t found Mr. Wonderful, some guy will come around and you’ll see exactly why you want to commit to one person forever. She murmured and you rolled your eyes.

I don’t need Mr. Wonderful, I need a coffee. You said to her as you walked into the nearest café. Hey, I’m going to order, want to meet me at the café? It’s about a block from your apartment?

Sure, I’ll be there in a second. She replied and promptly hung up the phone. You looked at the menu and put your finger to your lips. Scanning the board, you walked up to the cash register and ordered your coffee.

Would you like to donate a dollar to help someone in need? The cashier asked, unenthusiastically. You took a few dollars from your wallet and handed it over. The cashier gave you a weak smile and handed you a little piece of paper. You looked at her with confusion and she rolled her eyes. It’s a ‘good karma’ paper. Carry it with you and you will have good luck and fortune. She muttered and you chuckled, folding the paper up and putting it in your purse. You didn’t believe in that kind of stuff, but it was always nice to donate a little to charity. As you walked over to the counter to grab your drink, you bumped into someone. Their drink spilled all over the front of your shirt.

Oh, shit, I’m so sorry! You apologized profusely as the guy shook his head.

No, no, I’m the one who should apologize, your shirt is ruined! He responded and you shrugged.

Ah, it’s not an expensive shirt, plus I can just throw it in the wash. But really, let me pay for you to get a new drink. You replied and sifted through your wallet to pull out a few more dollars.

I will only let you pay if I get to know you a little better. The guy said and you looked at him for the first time since you ran head first into him. He was not the tallest guy in the world, but he had a gorgeous smile, his eyes seemed to smile with his lips, and his hair made you tilt your head. It wasn’t the most unusual thing to see pink hair, but it still made you a tad confused.

Oh, well I’m meeting someone. You responded to the guy, but he looked around you.

Where? He asked, a cheeky smile on his face, and you looked around.

Well she’s not here yet. You murmured and he smiled.

Great! Then sit with me, then when your friend gets here, you can leave me all alone. He said and took the dollars from your hand, ordering a new coffee and leading you to a table. Your brain was in a befuddled state as you sat down with the vibrant haired boy.

So, do you have a name? You asked and he nodded.

Oh right, Jimin. He said and you smiled.

Nice to meet you, my name is Y/N. You responded with a polite smile.

Pleasure is all mine. He said and you laughed. The two of you began talking, Jimin asked questions from what’s your favorite color to where do you work to who is your role model. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you took out your phone to see a text from Elena saying that she had gotten caught up with her boyfriend and was incredibly sorry. You tsked at the text.

What’s wrong? Jimin asked, the genuine interest in his voice was refreshing.

Ah, my friend has a new boyfriend and I’m just sort of feeling alone. You told him the truth, it was weird that you had just met him, but you were comfortable speaking to him about this. Maybe it was because you genuinely thought you would never see him again or maybe it was because he was so interested, but it was soothing and welcoming to have him around.

I know that feeling. But isn’t love just amazing? He smiled as he asked and you scrunched your eyebrows.

I wouldn’t say it’s love just yet. You mumbled. Elena was one of your best friends and you wanted to be happy for her, but you just hated how she seemed to ditch you constantly for this new guy. Shaking your head, you looked at Jimin, who had a smug smile on his face. What? You asked him with caution as he continued to smile at you.

Let me guess, you don’t believe in love. He retorted. You scoffed, but then you actually thought about it. There were so many instances in your life that lead you to be wary of love and everything surrounding it. From bad boyfriends, to bad role models, to just plain bad dates, everything had pointed towards this idea of love being something only in fairytales. You sighed and looked him up and down.

And what if I don’t? You asked and Jimin smiled.

Well there’s only one way to fix that. He said and you tilted your head. He stood up and you watched him begin to walk away before he turned around to look at you. Well are you coming? He asked and you looked at him through skeptical eyes. Standing up, you slowly threw away your empty coffee cup and followed him out the door. It wasn’t until you were walking out of the café and you heard a girl whisper to her friend. No, that’s Park Jimin from BTS. That you realized why Jimin’s face seemed to familiar, yet he didn’t seem to notice that anyone had noticed him and continued to lead you away from the coffee shop.

Everything about today just was so unbelievable, but that was the beauty of certain love stories, they sometimes began in the most unbelievable ways.


Business is Business 0.1| N.H ❀

❀ Part One (UNEDITED)

Walking inside the crowded pub, Niall quickly spotted his friends seated at the bar. All dressed in their tailored suites making the power radiate from them. He quickly maneuvered his way to his friends as he loosened the tie around his neck as he finally took his seat besides Louis Tomlinson, his friend and business partner.

“Evening, what would you like to drink??” The bartender asked nervously knowing who he was to be serving that night. Sure the tips were great but the nerves wreak of accidentally giving one of them the wrong drink was over the top. Thankfully for him, Niall went with a simple whiskey neat. 

“How was your week mate?” Louis asked as he leaned back scrunching his nose as the small of alcohol missed with cigarettes lingered the air. Sure this wasn’t his ideal bar of choice but after Evelyn had let him know about the amount of privacy they had to offer. 

“Busy as usual, and you?” Niall nodded as he took a swing of his drink not once effected by the bitter taste.

“Could have been better, heard you closed that deal you’ve been working on for ages.” Louis added in as Niall nodded. Business wasn’t something Niall liked to discuss in a social setting like this, but he admired that his friends cared.

The atmosphere in the dim lighted pub had changed the moment he laid eyes on her. The way she threw her head back while laughing with her friends had him hooked. Her hair was a dark brown that lightened up towards the end creating that ombre effect so many woman were sporting, a style he had learned to hate. There was just something about seeing it on her that made his stomach turn. He followed her every move carefully as she walked closer and closer only to take the place besides him.

He listened carefully as she ordered multiple drinks before turning to face the young girl, only to be left speechless by her beauty. He blinked rapidly before quickly composing himself, a small smirk placed it’s way onto her lips as she looked him over. Now she wasn’t stupid, not one bit she every single thing about this man. Than again how could she not, she does in fact do business with him.

“All that for yourself?” He chuckled lightly as he brought his cup closer to his face. 

“Isn’t that none of your concern?” She shot back as he chocked on his drink not used to that kind of respond from woman. He was used to woman being speechless not the other way around. 

“It is, if a pretty girl like you is here all alone..” He said smoothly not once missing a beat as she nodded her head once the drinks were giving to her.

“Nice seeing you Mr.Horan, maybe next time we meet you’ll remember me.” She shot back with a wink leaving the CEO breathless.

“Ah I see you’ve meet Evelyn” Liam chuckled as he looked back at the young woman that held maybe just as much power as Niall himself.

“You know her?” He asked as Liam nodded his head, turning to wave at Evelyn as she waved back sending him a wink. 

“Of course, she works for Johnson’s” He stated as Niall’s eyes widen slightly. Him and Johnson’s Indisturies are partners and he’s never heard of her, but than again he hasn’t had a formal business meeting with them in a couple of months.“You weren’t actually thinking of hooking up with her were you?” Liam asked chewing on the inside of his cheek as Niall shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not mate.“

"Mate, you don’t know her. She isn’t like that.” Louis hopped into the conversation knowing very well the type of person she was, let alone the amount of responsibility she has back at home.

"I don’t need to know her if all I want is a good shag…“

"And that’s something you won’t be getting, she’s a tough one.”

“And I’m up for the challenge.”

Blind Date: Nessian Fanfic

Nesta is unknowingly set-up on a blind date by her younger sister Feyre. How will she react when a charming man approaches her at the bar with a confident smirk? What will Cassian do when he realizes that he has encountered a wildcat of woman who doesn’t fall for his charms as he expected?

Modern Nessian:Chapter 1 

Nesta inhaled deeply while nursing her headache with a glass of scotch in the corner of the bar. She thought her last year in college would be easy-going, but apparently fate had a way with making sure Nesta couldn’t have a relaxing semester. She currently juggled a 15 page marketing report and mid-term group presentation with two of the laziest students in her business class.

She brought the cool glass to her lips and took another drink. Her day hadn’t gotten any better when she left her classes to work at the restaurant. Most of the customers she served earlier today were couples who could hardly keep their hands off of each other long enough to actually eat their food. Nesta couldn’t help but to roll her eyes as she sat there drinking her scotch.

Who would love another person to the extent that they would go so far out of their way to act so delusional? Or at least have some public decency not to grope one another under the table?

Nesta huffed in agitation while taking another long gulp from the glass. Love was just an excuse so someone could get into another person pants.

The clock on the wall read 6:20 p.m. much to Nesta’s aggravation when she noticed.

Where the hell is Feyre? Can’t even show up when she scheduled this meeting?

“Need another glass?” The bartender asked.

Nesta shook her head in refusal while glancing toward the door looking for her youngest sister to walk in. Another five minutes passed as Nesta rolled up the sleeves of her white button down shirt that she still had on from work.

If she doesn’t show up in the next five minutes I am done. I can’t wait here for another 30 minutes on Feyre’s whim.

An exhausted sigh escaped her lips and as she took another sip of scotch when the barstool next to her suddenly became occupied with a large body and a deep warm voice.

“Hey there,” the friendly male voice sitting next to her said in her direction.

Nesta paid no heed to the man. She wasn’t in the mood to talk with anyone considering how her day had been shittier than most this week.

Cassian walked into the bar Feyre, a close friend of his, had mentioned where to meet Nesta. He was running late do to office work at Rhysand’s company, but hoped that he wasn’t too late. He walked further into the dimly lit bar with the scent of beer and cheap smoke filling his senses. Luckily it was early enough in the day that the larger crowd had yet show up in the bar. Cassian quickly scanned the sparse patrons. He searched for a face that matched the description Feyre had given him. Their conversation from the day before filtered into his mind.

“Nesta won’t be expecting you, but I think you can handle her Cassian,” Feyre said.

Rhysand snorted. “From what you told me I think we should be worried that Cassian might end up in an emergency room if we are lucky. Or facedown in a ditch at its worst.”

Cassian raised a brow and smirked. “Does she play rough? If so I am no stranger to a tussle in the sheets if she’s looking for that kind of partner.” He then raised his eyebrows suggestively to which Feyre merely chuckled and Rhys rolled his eyes.

He is going to be in for a rude awakening Feyre and Rhys thought silently.

Feyre shook her head. “More like she can cut you with a single glare. Seriously Cassian just try to be a gentleman and charm her up.” Feyre paused and made sure to emphasize. “Just don’t push it if it’s obviously not going anywhere.”

Cassian nodded. He never pursued a woman if it was evident that they weren’t compatible, whether for meager physical fun or whatever both partners were looking for. In truth he was anticipating the challenge Nesta posed. He had heard about Feyre’s oldest sister being described as being a vicious viper with her words. He could handle whatever nasty words she sent him and give it straight back if it came down to it.

So when Cassian finally noticed Nesta sitting in the corner of the bar he walked over to occupy the seat beside her.

He initiated the conversation, but the woman kept looking forward obviously ignoring his greeting. Cassian frowned at the unexpected lack of response. He ordered a drink as he thought of a new way to gain her attention.

While he waited Cassian looked at Nesta and got a better impression of Feyre’s oldest sister. He took note of her appearance that most people would glance over. Nesta was pale as if she didn’t get out in the sun too much, but her skin looked soft enough that Cassian wondered if it would be delicate under his touch. Her long hair held a dark golden sheen that was difficult to see until she tilted her head slightly. Thick strands were pulled into a tight high ponytail that ran down the middle of her taut shoulder blades.

Nesta was pretty. Cassian would admit that, but the frown marring her face would send most away before they ever got the chance to talk with her. Cassian grinned. He was up for this challenge and so the chase began.

“Hey, don’t mean to interrupt your no doubt intriguing thoughts, but can I ask you a question?” Cassian said this time causing Nesta to turn her head toward him. Her bluish grey eyes cut into his hazel ones like steel.

“What?” Her clipped tone held no warmth.

“Just wanted to ask what a lovely creature like you was doing over here stewing over some scotch.”

Nesta couldn’t believe this. This man was trying to hit on her.

“Fuck off,” Nesta turned. Completely dismissing Cassian.

“Damn looks like someone came along and bit you in the ass,” Cassian smiled a toothy grin in challenge.

“And if you don’t pick your ass off that bar stool and leave me alone you’re going to wish you never walked in here.” Nesta snarled while glancing at the clock again wondering why her sister still wasn’t here.

“Nice to see that my ass is on your priority list,” Cassian replied thoroughly enjoying himself as he riled up this spitfire of a woman

Nesta faced Cassian and studied him more closely. He was attractive, or at least had a rugged handsomeness about him Nesta noted. Dark tousled hair hung to reach to top of his shoulders. It looked as if his hands had run through the black strands many times for that slightly messy style. Faint stubble across the lower half of his darkly tanned face could not hide his angular cheekbones. Muscles in his arms and broad chest were prominent from underneath his gray shirt. What captured Nesta’s attention the most were this stranger’s hazel eyes that burned like flickering embers. She was so caught up in the man that is took his knowing smirk to shake her from the evaluation. Her cheeks began to warm in embarrassment.

“Why don’t you go bother someone else,” Nesta snarled. Pissed off at both at this man and herself for getting distracted by his looks. “I’m actually waiting for someone and you are in their seat.”

“Really?” Cassian looked around the bar in exaggeration to humor her. “Looks like I am right where I belong if you ask me. With me sitting right beside the hottest thing in this hell hole.”

Nesta whipped her head around seeing red. Anger coursed through her veins turning into a raging inferno. She would not be toyed with. Not by anyone and certainly not this bastard.

Cassian, noticing the fire in her eyes, prepared himself with a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s wrong Nesta? Can’t take the heat?”

Her name gave her pause. Nesta clenched her hand around the empty glass to the point her knuckles turned white.

Nesta hissed, “What did you say?”

Cassian played coy. Wanting to stretch this game out a little longer. “Well I’m not one to brag, but let’s be honest and admit I’m the most handsome man here.” Cassian gave Nesta a taunting grin. “Luckily I found the most charming woman here to spend my evening with.”

“How do you know my name?” Nesta bit out in a harsh tone.

Cassian paused. Taking a long moment to drink his beer before responding. “I make it a point to know a pretty lady’s name. That and your sister told me.”

Nesta was silent. Cassian became aware of the feral glint that appeared in her eyes. “So why are you here and she’s not?” Her voice took on a lethal calmness as her eyes turned sharply toward his.

“I’m here to charm you my dear,” Cassian drawled, waving a hand between the two of them, “and considering how you checked me out earlier I would say it’s going splendidly.”

Nesta snorted. Arrogant overconfident bastard. Someone ought to put him in his place. “I assume that’s what you think, but I am not some simpering girl who you can easily charm at a bar.” She assessed him again looking up and down disdainfully. “Actually you know what would be charming? You leaving and me never seeing your face again.”

Cassian chuckled. “You really know how to make a guy feel special don’t you Nesta?” He took another drink as Nesta fumed beside him. He couldn’t help but think that she looked cute with her cheeks turning scarlet and her lips pursing enough to draw his eyes to the redness of them.

She noticed his averted attention and reached for her purse that rested on the bar.

“So eager to give me your number?” Cassian had downed almost half of his pint by this point.

Nesta pulled out some bills to pay for her drink before standing up. “Obviously Feyre is not coming considering she is over 30 minutes late,” Nesta grabbed her purse as the bartender collected his money. “And I am not staying to deal with the brute she sent instead.”

Cassian turned in his stool to face her completely. “Leaving so soon? Nesta we haven’t even began to have fun yet.” His eyes were playful and suggestive. His grin baited her to do something. Anything.

Nesta scowled. “I am not interested. Nor will I ever be in a bastards whose egos are big enough that it would give the entire city of Prythian a run for its money.” There were enough men in this city that thought they could do whatever they wanted while ruining other people in the process. Nesta shivered from a harsh memory that flashed in her mind.

A time when she thought she could trust someone. A time when she thought she was strong enough to take on anything the world threw at her. She vividly remembered the moment when those beliefs were shattered with a night filled with terror. She refused to be put in a situation like that again.

Cassian narrowed his eyes in confusion. Nesta’s once fierce glare became clouded in another emotion. Fear.

A wave of anger began to boil in Cassian’s gut and flow through his hand that gripped his glass. Maybe there was a reason behind Nesta’s viciousness that stemmed from something that Cassian was afraid to consider. He knew that look though. He had seen it too many times to people who didn’t deserve the pain they were dealt.

Cassian silently reached for his wallet in his back pocket. Nesta thought he was going to write down his number on a scrap piece of paper, but then she saw him rifling through bills.

“I want to pay for your cab,” Cassian explained when he saw her puzzled look. “I was supposed to be here at 6, but got caught up in work so take the money for a ride back home.”

Nesta shook her head and refused the offer. “I’m not taking money from a stranger.”

Cassian blinked. He completely forgot to introduce himself as he was caught up in his time with Nesta. He stood up and his tall form made Nesta take a step back as his body neared her at his movement. Too close. So close they brushed arms as he rose to his full height.

“Cassian,” he reached out a hand for her to shake which surprisingly she did, but only for one brief moment. Her slender hand became engulfed in Cassian’s calloused warm grasp. Nesta released his hand quickly as if burned by the heat while Cassian merely smiled. Curiosity filled his eyes as he watched her reaction.

Nesta tipped her head back to look up into his eyes. She didn’t cower under his searching gaze that seemed to burn with something more than amusement.

“Well Cassian,” Nesta gave a tiny nod of acknowledgement. “I’m leaving.”

With that she turned and walked away not noticing Cassian watching her the whole way out the bar and onto the street. She didn’t look back, but Cassian was hooked. This woman shut him down in a matter of minutes, but already he was looking forward to another encounter. Another chance to beat her at this game. He sat back down at the bar while pulling out his phone to text Rhysand.

The date went well.

Really? Are you sure you met the right girl?

It was Nesta all right. You were right about her attitude .

Feyre and I warned you. So I take it if it went well you still have all your limbs attached.

Cassian couldn’t help, but imagine Nesta sitting on the bar stool with that fierce expression on her face. He chuckled before responding back to Rhys.

Well there is one limb in particular that is especially interested, but yeah I think Feyre should invite her sisters on our next group outing.

First off I would watch that limb of yours around Nesta. You are bound to lose it if you don’t mind yourself. Second, are you seriously that into her Cassian? Feyre doesn’t want you and Nesta killing each other over your constant flirtations. If Nesta wasn’t into you then let it go. (I highly doubt she took you up on an offer for a second date.)

Rhys, trust me, I am not giving up yet. I have a good feeling about this

Nesta was interested. Cassian thought back to her heated glance as she looked over his body and the faint flush on her cheeks.

I just need to see where it goes. If all else fails it’s her loss.

Fine. But you better know what you’re getting yourself into.

Cassian sat at the bar reading the last text. What was he getting himself into? He knew Nesta didn’t appear overly interested, but he could see in her eyes that there was something between them. It was brief, but the moment was there. Now all he could think of was when he would see her next and more importantly what he would say to her in order to bring out that fiery look that drew him in.

Nesta inhaled the city air as she walked swiftly down the street to the subway station. She kept thinking back to that man - Cassian.


She huffed out a breath in aggravation. Who does he think he is? A bastard that can’t seem to mind his own business apparently.

Nesta continued on her way until she remembered that somehow Feyre was involved in this situation. When I see her again…

A quick text message was sent to Feyre. It blatantly explained that the barbarian she sent to the bar in her stead, better watch himself on the streets if Nesta catches him walking by and that Feyre better have a damn good reason why she sent him to meet her.

Minutes passed by. And Nesta’s hand was still warm from the touch left behind by Cassian.

 Next Chapter 

✯  Masterlist of Chapters ✯

You can read part 1 here.

You opened your eyes when you started looking towards the door frame.

“Elijah..” You said.

He turns towards you. ‘Hi Y/N, you’re awake.” He says surprised “Rebekah asked me to wake you up.” he said walking towards you.

You sit on the edge of the bed. Elijah sits next to you.

“How long did I sleep?” You asked him

“Not for long I think max 1 hour.” He says.

You both got up from the bed and started walking towards the door. “Did I miss something important?” You asked

“No nothing, just the usual Klaus being Klaus, Kol running after everyone who wears a dress and well; you know Rebekah.” You laughed at his comment.

“And what about you?” You asked him.

“I just keep an eye on them.” he says

“The noble Elijah, you know you need to have some fun.” You said towards him.

“And who is going to keep an eye on all of them?”

“I will” You said to him. Both of you just started laughing.

“There you are, I have to show you something.” Rebekah said dragging you away from Elijah to the other side of the room.

“y/n this is Michael. Michael is a policeman. You know man in a uniform.” She says winking at you “He’s also single and I told him about you.” She says living you and Michael behind. You look towards him.

“Hi y/n” He says to you. He takes a step closer to you and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “How you doing?”

“Well I’m great. It was nice to meet you but I really have to go.” You say to him walking away from him. You walked to the other side of the room trying to hide from Rebekah. You were tired and you pretty much just wanted to leave.

You walked upstairs again now taking another staircase on the other side of the house. You need some quiet to survive the party till the end. That nap you took just made it worst. You were tired than ever.

You walked past a door when you saw a shadow in the room. You stopped in front of the room and looked threw the door. You saw Klaus staring outside threw a window. You walk towards him.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him. He looks towards you and gives you a little smile before looking back outside.

“I’m fine just a little annoyed about this people walking around my house.” He says with a angry voice.

“I get that.” You say to him. He looks at you and gives you a little smile. “The party’s almost over so you will be soon rid of them.” You looked at him and saw none reaction. You turn away from him and you start walking towards the door.

“y/n.. “ You heard Klaus say. You looked towards him. “I can bring you home if you want. You look tired and I think you may just want to go home.”

You give him a little smile. “That is very nice of you Klaus but I don’t think Rebekah would let me go home and leave her here alone.”

“I can handle her.” He walked past you and stopped in front of the door. With his hands he shows the way you have to go. He has this wicked smile on his face. You give him a smile and walk past him towards the way he is showing. He was always an asshole towards you but you trusted him.

You were walking with Klaus on the empty streets of New Orleans.

“Did something happen Klaus?” You asked him.

“No why?” He says looking towards you.

“Well you are walking me home and you are not trying to kill me.”

“I never tried to kill you.” He said

“Do I have to recall the accident 2 weeks ago when you got mad at Rebekah and you pinned me up to a wall and almost bit me to get your point to Rebekah.” You said to him. He just looks at you and doesn’t say anything. He just looks down at the ground. “and that just being the most recent.” You said to him with a smile.

He looks towards you. “Why are you not scared of me? I tried to kill you so many times but you still around.”

“Well, you could kill me every time but you never do” You look towards him. “You scare the shit out of me.”

“But you never leave.” He says

“Why should I?” You ask him

“Where here.” Klaus says. You look towards the door in front of you. It was your door.

“Yes, thank you Klaus. It was really nice of you.” You open the door and you walk in side. Before you close the door, you looked towards Klaus again.

“Klaus I will never leave.” You said. He looked towards you and smiled. You smile back at him and you close the door.

Temptations (M)

Originally posted by junior-park

Nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie. All that we have, is what’s between hello and goodbye.”

Summary: Sometimes when you have everything you asked for…. it’s never enough. You have a fiance you are about to get married with soon and life is good, until that one guy changes it all… He’s that something that you need to have a bit excitement in your life… He was full of surprises and brought you feelings you haven’t felt in a long time… But was he just a temptation or someone worth the trouble to get involved with?


Previous Parts:

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 //

Part 6 is here~ 

// Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Part 18 // Part 19 // Part 20 // Part 21 //



Your Point of View

Again your phone was vibrating over and over. Yes you should answer but your were sick of constantly watching your phone vibrate. You pulled out your phone and set right in front of your down on the table.

Your phone suddenly began to light up again but an unexpected caller was calling you…

Why was Jinyoung calling you?

You continued to stare at the phone buzz right in front of you, but instead of answering you turned off the phone to ignore anymore calls.

You grabbed the coffee mug and slowly brought close to your lips. Just as you were about to take a sip…

“Well that’s not a way to respond to my call,”

Why was that voice familiar?

You slowly looked up and you see Junior standing right there…..

“How did you find me?”


Jinyoung being an annoying guy he is, he walked over to the empty chair that was right in front of you and sat down as if you invited him here.

“Of course I would love to sit down, your too kind.” Jinyoung smirks and you continued to just stare at him. 

“Is there something in my face?” Jinyoung asks you and you continued to stare at the boy with a blank expression. 

What was Jinyoung doing here? Shouldn’t Youngjae be the one to go look for you? Wait first of all how did Junior know exactly where to find you?

“I know I’m handsome, but staring is a bit too extreme don’t you think?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and realized Jinyoung was talking to you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes after hearing Jinyoung’s response.

“Oh please, I seen trash barrels better looking than you,” You said looking down at your coffee mug and you began to hear laughter come out of Jinyoung’s mouth.

“Oh really? Didn’t know your standards were that low,”

Jinyoung comes to find you and instead of being nice he decided to find you to be an ass. Does that make sense? Did Youngjae send him to look for you? Or was he doing this for his own joy?

“Can you please leave me alone? I was perfectly fine sitting here alone till you decided to join me.” 

You mumbled annoyed and just as you were about to bring the coffee mug to you lips, Jinyoung catching you off guard grabbed the coffee mug from your hands and took a sip out of in front of your face and then smiled.



“Do you like bothering me?


You looked away.

“I love bothering you,” Jinyoung comments and you couldn’t help but to fist your hands. You tried so hard to not let Jinyoung get under you skin but it was way too late for that…

Jinyoung was under your skin and we getting on your last nerves.

You got up from your seat and without saying anything to Jinyoung, you left the coffee shop storming off. 


You began to hear your name being called from the back, but you didn’t bother to stop or even look back. You continued to walk as if your feet had it’s own mind till…

You felt someone grab your arm causing you to stop from walking and looked back. Jinyoung now had your arm in his hand and he was staring directly at your eyes.

“What, not done making stupid remarks?” you scoffed in annoyance and Jinyoung just continued to stare at you.

“Look, I’m sorry.”

Wait did Jinyoung just say he was sorry? Were you dreaming or was this really happening? You were staring right back at him but as you snapped back into reality, you shook yourself till you were free from Jinyoung grip and you were about to walk away but something stopped you… 

However you couldn’t seem to face Jinyoung.

“Can I ask you something….”

You asked still looking at the empty sidewalk in front of you.


“Did Youngjae make you look for me?”

As soon as those words escaped your mouth, silence appeared out of the blue. Was Jinyoung there? Did he leave?

You slowly turned around and Jinyoung was still there but however he didn’t say a word.

“Did he?”

Instead of responding, Jinyoung shooked his head no and just looked at you. 

If Youngjae didn’t tell Jinyoung to look for you… Why was he here? Did he come and look for you? Or did he happen to walk and he randomly spotted you?

“Then why are you here?”

“Why did you and Youngjae fight?”

“I asked you first?” You fired at Jinyoung crossing your arms and a huge smirk spread across his face.

“But you already had your chance to ask a question, now it’s my turn.”

Damn this boy is good.

“Who came up with this rule?”

“Me just now,” Jinyoung says and he sends a wink at your direction causing for some reason butterflies to appear in your stomach and you cheek heat up. You looked down and then back at him.

“What’s it to you?”

“Look, I’m eventually going to hear it out of Youngjae mouth. And I know you don’t want youngjae to know where you are so, you tell me now or I will call your fiance .” Jinyoung says and your eyes widen.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” Jinyoung says as he pulls out his phone from his pocket and you watched him turn on his phone in front of your face and look down his contact list for Youngjae name.

You thought maybe he was not going to do it. He was just doing all this to make you speak but you weren’t going to let him win this round.




He pressed the call button on Youngjae name and your eyes widen. You quickly snatched his phone from his hand and quickly hanged up before it rang anymore.

“I hate you,” You hissed at Jinyoung and he smiles.

“Now speak up,”

You were about to tell till you realized you had Jinyoung phone in your hands. You were in control. You gave one last smile to Jinyoung and without thinking twice you began to run while you had the chance.

As you began to run with Jinyoung phone in your hand you thought you were able to get away till, you felt arms wrap around you and since that caught you completely off guard, you ended up tripping because of your own foot and the two of you fell to the floor.

You were on your back and Jinyoung got on top of you before you could do another run for it. He grabbed your arms and placed them above your head.

“Nice try,”

“Get off of me!” You said as you tried to release Jinyoung grip but all he did was laugh at you struggling.

“So you can run away from me again.”

“What do you want from me?”

“To answer my question.”

“Why do you care?” You asked him and he looked down at you and we now staring into your eyes. 

“Can you just answer my question?”




The two of you were now staring at each other but this time something was different…. 

Jinyoung’s eyes seemed to soften and instead of looking at your eyes, he started to look down at your lips. Something about that moment made you want him to pull you into a kiss.. But that was wrong.. So wrong…

You’re with Youngjae… You shouldn’t think about cheating.. You shouldn’t even think about kissing another guy… Even if you do feel sparkles when you kiss him.. And his lips are soft… And.. SNAP OUT IT.

Just as you were expecting Jinyoung to maybe kiss you, he lifted himself off of you and surprisingly lifted his hand out to help you up. You weren’t going to take his hand but for some reason you still did and he slowly helped you off the ground.

“Look, I know you don’t want to tell me because I’m rude and annoying and I don’t blame you… But I just thought maybe talking it out… can help you figure things out.”

You looked at Jinyoung caught off guard…did he really say that??? 

What happened to Jinyoung who teased you and even kissed you making you cheat Youngjae? Why did he care about you and Youngjae all of sudden? 

What is he up too? Or was he just confused in the head?

You noticed Jinyoung just staring at you but you sighed. Does it hurt to maybe just talk it out? What can possibly go wrong right?


“I can’t believe I’m about to tell you,”

“Come on, I’m not too bad.” Jinyoung smirks as the two of you sat on the edge of a deck having your feet dangling feets away from the ocean.

“It’s just…”

How were you supposed to explain this? The main reason why you even wanted to be intimate with Youngjae was because of Jinyoung… He made you cheat on Youngjae which made you feel completely guilty. And because of you feeling guilty you wanted to see if you felt the same sparks you do with Jinyoung… But he rejected you.. Not once but twice.

“Can’t hear you,” 

You gave Jinyoung a look and he just continued to smile. 

“It because of you,” your blurted out and as those words escaped out of your mouth his eyes widen and without thinking twice, you got up from the deck and walked away but not to far…. You just walked to the other side of the deck and just stared at the ocean.

“Because of me?” Jinyoung asks and you remained quiet…

You continued to stare at the ocean and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“What do you mean because of me?” Jinyoung asks and you turned around and face Jinyoung looking into his eyes.

“Stop acting stupid.”

“I’m not acting.”

“Ever since you freaking kissed me you got me…” you stopped talking and looked down… 

“I got you what?” Jinyoung asks lifting up your chin with his finger.

“You got me confused…” you blurted out and Jinyoung continued to stare at you but something about his stare was different… 

It was more softer than before….

“Do you like me?”


To Be Continued

Just One Day (F - Taehyung)

*My heart and soul went into this..*

Request:  Just One Day or I Like it with Tae? You can choose (Happy Ending pls ^^)

Word Count: 3,661 words

He sat upside down, wiggling his toes and swaying his head while he played a game on his phone. He was close to beating this certain level when his phone glitches and made him fall short of beating it.

“Are you still playing that game?”

“What do you want, Jimin?”

“Come to the showcase.”


“You’re not going to support your best friend.”

“Namjoon hyung isn’t in the showcase.”

“You little… Come on.”

“You always do great and it’s going to be on snapchat anyways.”

“I’ll help you hit a higher score.”


“IF you show up.”

“Fine, can I go like this?”

“Taehyung, you’re not wearing pants?” He looked at his striped boxers and giggled; Jimin rolled his eyes and pulled him off the couch.

“Get dressed, weirdo.”


“When are you performing?”

“Second last.”

“Jimin, you little–”

“I need to get backstage for roll call, sit in the third row okay?” He scurried before Taehyung could hit him and he entered the auditorium, finding a seat in the middle of the third row. The showcase started with the dance professor, addressing the crowd and the curtain raised as she walked off.

The first acts were a bore, one guy played on the saxophone (poorly in his opinion), one kid tried to breakdance, and another tried to play the flute with his nose. Maybe the flute playing was that bad but he has heard better.

“When is the Swan coming on stage?”

“The Swan?”

“You don’t know her?”

“There is this girl and she’s amazing. The only thing about her is nobody knows what she looks like.”


“She dances in a mask and she never gave her name, it’s always “The Swan”.”

“Is she Superman or something? How could nobody find out who she is?”

“The beauty is in the mystery, my friend.”

“Now, let’s hear it for Snapdragon, now let’s hear it for The Swan.” He shuffled in his seat a bit and saw bright red hair. She was beautiful, her movements eloquent and graceful, better than Jimin in his opinion. Her body never miss a beat, he found himself unable to keep his eyes off her. She ended, the curtain dropping once again and the crowd erupted in cheers.

“That’s all, folks! See you at next year’s showcase.” He stood outside, waiting for Jimin to come out and he felt his elbow being bumped.

“It was good, right?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You need to go outside sometimes; you can make friends that way.”

“I’m friends with you, aren’t I?”

“Not for long.”

“That’s cold.” He got in the car, Jimin driving them home and he sat on the couch.

“This year’s show was kinda of a bomb, right?”

“What about that girl, The Swan?”

“Oh, Miss Masked Superhero.”

“How could nobody know who she is? She clearly is a performing arts major like you.”

“There’s not girls that have red hair in my class, Taehyung. Plus I know all the girls and I’ve seen them all dance. None of them dance like she does, I envy her.”

“I know, she dances better than you.”


“You said you envied her.”

“That doesn’t mean you can join in.” He pulled out his phone, picking up where he left off.

“Keep your promise, Jiminie.”

“Fine, you’re supposed to use the power up at the beginning of the fight and then the booster in the middle.”

“It can’t be that easy.” He tried it, easily beating the boss of that level and looking at Jimin’s smirking face.

“You could search that online, stupid?”

“I hate you.”

“I love when you say that.” He threw a couch cushion at Jimin who laughed at his disgust before going to bed.

“Don’t dream about her too much.” His words didn’t stop her from dancing through his dreams. He watched her again, her hair shining in the golden light that shine upon her. It was if the iridescent light was not from a light but radiates from her own body.

She stopped to look at him, blank irises and her mouth moved.


“Sweet baby Jesus- Jimin, what the fuck?”

“You have class in 30 minutes and you’re mad at me? Next time, I’ll let you sleep in, asshole.”

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s go.”

“Taehyung, you’re in your boxers again.


He wished Jimin let him sleep instead. At least he would have been in the comforts of his bed, not the hot room of while he could hear the projection of his professor’s voice.

“Hey..” He grunted to the voice, snuggling his face deeper into his arm.


“Just leave me alone, girl. Geez.”

“The class is over..”


“Sorry to bother you.”

“Hey, wait–” He only caught a glimpse of the body of the retreating girl, feeling sorry for snapping at her unnecessarily and he left the room as well.

“Hey, Tae. I’m over here?”

“Did you see the girl that left the room?”


“What did she look like?”

“You hop from crush to crush so quickly.”

“Jimin, just tell me.

“Nice eyes, cute lips, brown hair. Looked like she had tears in her eyes– you fucked up, didn’t you?”

“I kinda yelled at her.”

“Nice one, Taehyung.”

“Shut up.” He put his arm around Jimin, walking along with him for lunch and going to his car. They went to a café for lunch, Taehyung eating to his heart’s content.

“Does your stomach ever get full?”


“You eat like a dumpster, I pray for the girl that marries you.”

“I could get any girl.”

“By what means? At an eating contest?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“If you can’t see what’s wrong with that, I can’t help you.”

“Did you find anything out about The Swan?”

“Oh, back to her now?”

“I wasn’t crushing on the other girl from my class.”

“Good, I am.”

“Did you find anything or not?”

“Nothing. She’s like a ghost.”


“Why her? You saw her dance once?”

“It’s the mystery around her. How could someone so graceful and beautiful want to remain hidden? Did she not want the popularity that came with her dancing? Or maybe she loved to keep everyone wondering and created this identity for herself where no one knows?”

“You’re a total lit major.”

“I want answers from her. Maybe she has a story she doesn’t want to tell. Who knows?”

“Alright, you can stop nerding out on me. You don’t have classes after this?”

“We’ve lived together for 2 years, and you don’t know my schedule?”

“Well, you’re not the centre of my life.”

“Rude. I don’t but I need to help my professor after school.”

“Have fun with that.”

It’s as if Jimin had the power of jinxing everything. He had to pack boxes and carry them to various rooms, one of which being the dance room. He heaved in the box, tired, burdened its weight, and dropped it down.

He was about to leave when he heard music playing. A girl tied her hair and he hid, he didn’t know why he was compelled to watch but he continued anyways.

It hadn’t taken him long to realize how talented she was, her body moving along to the beat. Her flowing movements like water, taking shape of the music she danced to.

“Ow.” She tripped off over her own feet, Taehyung’s feet rushing to her aid and she looked at him in shock. He had blown his cover and realized it when she hit him. Hard.

“Who the hell are you?”

“First of all, are you alright? Second, I think you gave me a bruise.”

“It’s just a little tumble and you deserved it, spying on me like a pervert.”

“In my defence, I was in here before you came in. Lifting in boxes.”

“Why would you–”

“Taehyung, what is the hold– Oh, Y/N, my I didn’t know you danced. Not that you spoke to Taehyung.”

“I don’t dance and I don't–”

“Isn’t she modest? She dances pretty well and she wanted my opinion like she always does.”

“Oh, so you two don’t talk in class but outside of it.”

“This was a spur of the moment. She usually would have ignored me.”

“You two should talk more often, then. Oh, Taehyung I’ll relieve you of carrying more boxes. You can help me some other time.”

“Thank you, Professor.” She left and he felt a hard punch to his chest.

“Okay, I deserved that one.”

“What the fuck, Taehyung?”

“You learned my name quickly. Y/M, was it?”

“No one is supposed to know about this.”

“Oh, so I know a secret about you already? This is the start of a beautiful friendship, Y/N.”

“I want to cut off your tongue.”

“Do it, I dare you.”


“I’d bet you would like to see mine. I’m afraid we’re not that close yet.”

“I can already tell I’m going to hate you.”

“Aw, I thought we could be the best of friends.”

“Are you always like this? So–”

“Hot? I know; it’s so hard.”

“I was going to say ‘A narcissistic asshole’ but I have my answer already.”

“Cool. You don’t mind if I tell everyone you dance?”

“They won’t believe you.”

“What if I say I have a video of it?”

“You’re a pervert. You videotaped it too?”

“I needed some proof.”

“What do you want?”

“You’re decent looking, could lose the attitude though,” she scoffed, adjusting her ponytail and tempting him to set her hair free.

“Go on a date with me.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Considering I just filmed you, do you really want to test that theory?”

“If I don’t?”

“Your precious secret is the latest gossip.”

“Or I can break your phone.”

“Sent to my friend. How stupid do I look?”

“Do you want an answer to that question?”

“Hm. I like you.”

“Thanks. I hate you.”

“Well, what’s your answer, Y/N?”


“You tricked a girl into going out with you? And she said yes?”

“Well, with my looks and wit. How could she say no?”

“You’re an idiot, Tae.”

“No, I am. I’m smart enough to con her into a date with me.”

“Blackmail. You blackmailed her.”

“I didn’t. I didn’t even take a video of her.”

“You fox.”

“She didn’t ask for proof.”

“So, you’re taking her out tonight?”

“Yup. I even got her number.”

“Poor girl, conned by a simple fool.”

“I really hate you, I’m not a fool.”

“You’re holding your phone upside down.”


“I can’t believe I trust you with my car. Bella, my baby.”

“This is why you’re single, you named your car?”

“Don’t judge me and Bella. She’s a beauty.”

“She’s a car.

“Just don’t scratch her, Taehyung.”

“I won’t, now gimme gimme.” He dropped the keys into his open hands and Taehyung went to the car. Driving to the address you gave him, he got out to ring the doorbell.

“Oh, who is this?”

“Oh, hello. I’m Taehyung, is Y/N home?”


“Oh, Y/N. You didn’t tell me you had such a handsome boyfriend–”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just going out for a date.”

“Oh, well he’s like a lovely young man.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Bye, ma’am–”

“Taehyung!” He ran off, going to his car and you giving it a look before sitting in the passenger seat.

“This is yours?”

“My buddy’s.”

“He has nice taste; I wish I was with him instead.”

“You’ll settle for someone less attractive than me?” He started the car, driving to the movies and talking with you along the way.

“He won’t need to blackmail me into going out.”

“He’s a troll with black hair and pale skin. He’s like a ghost in my warm honey complexion and sweet chocolate brown hair. You won’t do better than me, Y/N.”


“Is that the only word you know?”

“It’s befitting of you.”

“Is it wrong to know that you’re good looking?”

“Not to the lengths that you go to.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m just that good looking.” You rolled your eyes, getting out the car after he parked and speeding into the theatre. He put his arm around your shoulder, trying to keep you from running off.

“Tickets for two, The Chilling.” He paid, seeing you were ready to pay for the tickets and being quicker than you.

“Here you go, enjoy your date.”

“I thought with your dancing reflexes, you would be faster.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“You can shut up me, just bring your lips here.”

“No fucking way, you pervert.”


“The truth hurts, Princess.”

“That’s King to you.” You scoffed at him, taking your ticket from his hand and he entered the screen room with you.

“I’m buying food, do you want anything?”

“Popcorn, skittles and oh, for you to go to hell.”

“As long as you meet me there, Y/N.” He winked at you to which you fake gagged in disgust.


“You like it, don’t hide it.”

“I’d like to never see your face again.”

“I can’t do that, Princess.

“God, I hate you so much.”

“Love you too, Y/N.” He left with that, getting food before the movie begins. He simply wanted a drink and candy, bringing your order and his along with him.

“You don’t want popcorn?”

“Why, you aren’t willing to share?”

“I don’t want your greasy hands near my popcorn.”

“They’re not greasy, I washed them last week..”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Thank you, I take pride in that.” You ignored him, your eyes turned to the movie. It was horror, he knew you were different from the way you spoke to the way you looked at him in pure dislike. You didn’t quake in fear, like most girls would. You rather watched with content, and ate your popcorn fruitfully. He reached for some, you looking at him with a frown.

“You said you didn’t want some.”

“Seeing the way you happily munch on the kernels, I wanted some.”

“I licked some and put it back.”

“Good, we’re sharing an indirect kiss then.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Hey, my nose doesn’t look like that.” He pouted and you laughed at him, your giggles making him confused.

“What are you laughing at? I’m insecure about my nose, you know.”

“You know, for a moment there, you almost looked cute.”

“Are you saying I’m cute?”

“And it’s gone.”

“You think I’m cute, eh?”

“I rather choke to death.”

“On what?”

“You little pervert.”

“Little, I’m twice your height. You’re little.”

“The only thing little here is your friend in your pants.”

“You want to verify that?”

“My eyes don’t need to see how little you are, it’s only going to make them fall out from the ugly sight.”

“You’re all bark, no bite.”

“I just want this ‘date’ to be over and for you to delete the video.”

“We still have somewhere to go.”


“The beach?”

“No, I brought you to Buckingham Palace.”

“No, idiot. This is the best you can do?”

“I doubt anyone would ask you out with that attitude.”

“I’m nicer than you think, I just don’t like you.”

“I wonder why..” You got out the car, taking off your heels and holding them in your hands. He took off his shoes as well, not wanting sand in them and holding them like you.

“Let’s walk the shore and talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N.”

“You’re a jerk, you tricked me in this.”

“Well, how else could I get you to come here?”

“I don’t know, befriend me and then ask me out.”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for last time. When I snapped at you. And when I peeped on you.”


“It’s just when I saw you dance, I felt like I was in a trance. You were so eloquent and hell, you were even better than my best friend. I wanted to know you.”

“I hate you.”

“I know..”

“How could you make me almost smudge my mascara?”

“Wait, what?”

“That was so sweet, Taehyung.”

“So, can we start over?”

“Of course. Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Taehyung.”


He walked out of class with you, you shyly looking down and he looking at you with a smile.

“Baby, won’t you look at me?”

“Tae, please.”

“Just one look?” You looked at him and pecked your lips, getting hit by you but it was worth it.



“I couldn’t help it, baby.”

“I gotta go.”

“Call me baby!” He felt Jimin’s hand on his shoulder and he shook his head.

“You’re head over heels for her, huh?”

“She’s beautiful and sweet and–”

“I got the message, lover boy.” They walked to his car again, this time Taehyung catching a glimpse of you walking up to a guy that hugs you.


“Tae? Dude, what’s..” He cuts himself short, looking in the direction he was and seeing the guy slip something into your pocket and whispering in your ear.

“Is this why she’s always busy after school?”

“Maybe it’s not what it looks like.”

“To hell with what it looks like. She’s cheating on me.”

“Tae, you don’t know that.” He slammed his door shut, waiting for Jimin to drive them home and going straight to his bed.


“She has an apartment but she won’t tell me where it is, always making me pick her up from her mom’ house.”


“I saw what I saw, Jimin.”

“Give her the benefit of the doubt.” He huffed; it’s been like this for weeks. You would always be too busy for him, only going out with him the mornings or on the weekends. He hadn’t minded it before but it all clicked now.

How was he so blinded by you not to see that as strange? Therefore, he turned to The Swan, the only girl who hasn’t hurt him.

Her grace and beauty calls to him again and your face slips his mind. If he could meet her for just one day, he would jump at the chance.




“Kim Taehyung?”

“Hey, idiot?”

“What do you want?” He gave her a hard stare, he’s been avoiding her all week but she only noticed now? Maybe she was too busy with the other guy to remember his existence.

“Why have you been avoiding me all week?”

“Why do you, all of a sudden, care?”

“Because my stubborn boyfriend won’t even dare to look my direction and I would like to know why.”

“Why don’t you ask your other boyfriend?”

“Other boyfriend? Tae, what are you talking about?”

“The other day, you were hugging and giggling with some other guy. Did you think I won’t find out about him?”

“Tae, it’s not like that. He’s just–”

“He’s just another guy like me who was stupid enough to fall in love with you. I pity us both.”


“Just be happy with him.”


Taehyung, please

Come to the studio at 7


I will explain everything

Just please don’t let us end it like this

I love you

I love you, Kim Taehyung.

His phone kept buzzing as he tried to sleep and he felt a pillow hit his head,

“I’m not in the mood, Jiminie.”

“It’s 6:30.”


“Go to the studio, stupid.”

“Fuck off.”

“Get your moping ass to the studio. I’m sick of hearing you pretend that you’re fine when you cry at the sound of her name.”

“Fuck you.”

“I think you rather fuck Y/N.”

“Don’t talk about her like that. She’s the type of girl that deserves to get love made to her. She’s not some slut that just fuck and forget about the next morning. She’s someone that you could never forget.”

“Then, why are you trying so hard to forget her?”

“Because I’m stupid. What if I’m wrong about her?”

“Get on your knees and beg forgiveness.”

“I don’t deserve her, Jimin. She doesn’t need someone who can’t even trust her. Someone who’s quick to judge. She deserves more than someone like me.”

“You’re a fucking dumbass. It’s not even funny. She loves you, stupid. She always loved you. That’s why she tell you to show up becoming she doesn’t want to lose the one she loves.”

“S-She does?”

“Yes, now go to her before she really does get another man in her life.”




“You came..”

“That’s why I am here.”

“Still the same ass I met before.”

“But I’m your ass.”


“What did you want to explain to me?”

“Close your eyes.” He followed what you said, feeling you wave your hand over his eyes and walking off.

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“Good god, Taehyung. Why would you think that?”

“Well, you walked off quickly.”

“Okay, just open your eyes.” He did as you told him, seeing red hair and the very mask that he looked upon weeks ago. The Swan.

“You’re t-the–”

“Yes, I am.”

“I should have known by the way you danced.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t catch on.”

“Why do you do this?”

“There’s a beauty in the mystery. I like knowing that I won’t have people like me because of my dancing but, because of me.”

“My girl is the swan.”

“Your girl?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was just so–”


“Yeah, I was jealous.”

“Don’t worry, Tae. I’m all yours.”

“But while we’re revealing things, I should probably tell you the truth.”

“The truth?”

“I didn’t record you that day.”

“You lied to me!”


“You’re so dead.”

“Hey, hey shouldn’t we be happy to rekindle our love?”

“You’re so cute.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s a shame I’ll have to kill you.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.”

Kim Taehyung.” He ran out at the sound of your voice, fearing for his life. He was still glad, that just one day was how this beautiful relationship blossomed.

~Admin Blake

CEO!Niall ♡

Walking into the overly crowded bar, Niall loosened his the tie around his neck as he followed his group of friends farther into the mess that was people wanting to forget about the stressful week they had encountered. 

“What you want mate?” The bartender greeted him nervously knowing just who he was and the power he held with a swipe of a finger. Going with a glass of gin, the bartender nodded and went along preparing the drink for the CEO. 

“How was your week mate?” Louis asked as he leaned back scrunching his nose as the small of alcohol missed with cigarettes lingered the air. 

“Busy as usual, and you?” Niall nodded as he toke a swing of his drink not one bit effected by the bitter taste. 

“Could have been better, heard you closed that deal you’ve been working on for ages.” Louis added in as Niall nodded. Business wasn’t something Niall liked to discuss in a social setting like this, but he admired that his friends cared.

 The atmosphere in the dim lighted pub had changed the moment he laid eyes on her. The way she threw her head back while laughing with her friends had him hooked. He watched carefully as she walked closer and closer only to take the place besides him. 

He listened carefully as she ordered multiple drinks before turning to face the young girl, only to be left speechless by her beauty. He blinked rapidly before quickly composing himself.  

“All that for yourself?” He chuckled lightly as he brought his cup closer to his face. Turning to look at him she smiled slightly. 

“Isn’t that none of your concern?” She shot back as he chocked on his drink not used to that kind of respond from woman. 

“It is, if a pretty girl like you is here all alone..” He said smoothly not once missing a beat as she nodded her head once the drinks were giving to her. 

“Nice seeing you Mr.Horan, maybe next time we meet you’ll remember me.” She shot back with a wink leaving the CEO breathless. 

“Ah I see you’ve meet Y/N..” Liam chuckled as he looked back the young woman that held maybe just as much power as Niall himself. 

“You know her?” He asked as Liam nodded his head, turing back to the Niall he watched as his friend had a mixture of emotions across his face. 

“You weren’t actually thinking of hooking up with her were you?” Liam asked chewing on the inside of his cheek as Niall shrugged. 

“Maybe, maybe not mate." 

"Mate, you don’t know her. She isn’t like that.” Louis hopped into the conversation knowing very well the type of person she was.

 "I don’t need to know her if all I want is a good shag lu.“ 

"And that’s something you won’t be getting, she’s a tough one." 

"And I’m up for the challenge." 

 Part 2?

When The Devil’s At Play// Mark Tuan (Part 4)

Originally posted by jordragon

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre:  Supernatural

Summary: You weren’t supposed to be here anymore, you were supposed to be long gone, but for some reason you had gained an extra ten days on this earth and you weren’t going to waste them.

Author’s Note: This series is based of the Voltage game Ten Days With My Devil.  The prologue will follow almost the same patterns as the prologue in the game did, but with a few major changes, and after the prologue the story line will go off on its own. I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

Prologue||Part 1||Part 2||Part 3||Part 4||Part 5||Part 6||Part 7||Part 8||

Part 9||Part 10||Part 11||Part 12||Part 13||Part 14||Finale

The last thing you recall is falling asleep on the couch, by yourself, gripping a pillow and curling around it to try and get a bit warmer than you were. But when you woke, and you felt something warm squishing you against the couch, you knew you weren’t alone.

Keeping your eyes closed, you heard people enter the room; deciding it was best for you and whatever was against you to pretend to stay asleep.

“Wow,” you heard Jackson chuckle, a hand coming down against the couch you were currently sleeping on, “How did this happen?”

“I told him not to,” Jaebum sighed, the sound of keys being thrown on a glass table being heard from where you were laying, “told him to be careful around her. And now they’re all buddy buddy on my couch.”

“I have the right mind to flip the couch over,” Jackson retorted, two hands now gripping the couch you were on, “maybe knock both of them into their senses.”

“isn’t this similar to what got him kicked from the angel realm in the first place?” You heard Jinyoung state.

Angel realm? you thought to yourself, in hopes that Jaebum didn’t hear, what does he mean?

You pondered to yourself how you could even end up in the situation you were in currently; from what you remember, Mark fell asleep on a couch separate from you, as did Yugyeom. How did one of them end up on your couch?

“I don’t think he would do anything stupid like that again and risk getting in trouble with his dad,” Jackson chuckled.

Pretending to stir, you turned your body away from what seemed to be the back of the couch, your cheek landing on something soft and warm. Feeling movement from that side, you felt something soft tangle at your feet, along with soft breath fan against your forehead. You had no idea how close you were to the mystery mans face, until this very moment, and it made your cheeks start to flush a soft pink.

“Someone wake them up,” Jackson groaned, “please?”

“Ah, but you had similar thoughts the other night, didn’t you?” Jaebum chuckled, “Let them figure it out themselves. I’m sure when Mark wakes up he’ll shoot up off the couch and act like nothing ever happened like he usually does.”

I know you’re up, you heard Jaebum’s voice say, why aren’t you moving? Are you snooping in on our conversation?

Marks squishing me against the couch, Jaebum, you thought, I literally have no wiggle room to get up.

Hearing a soft chuckle, you heard Jaebum say, “Alright boys. They’ll wake up from their nap soon enough. Let’s leave them be.”

Hearing pitter patter go up the stairs, you assumed that you had been left alone. Slowly opening your eyes, you came face to face with the soft fabric of Marks shirt. He was incredibly warm, there was no doubt about it, and he was warm enough to make you forget about the fact that these demons seem to keep the house so cold you could practically see your breath. Looking up slightly, you saw two eyes staring back at you. Startled, you pushed back slightly, your arms reaching out; causing Mark to fall off the couch.

“Ouch,” you heard him say, slowly sitting up as you followed his actions, sitting up yourself.

“I’m so sorry!” you gasped, reaching a hand over to pull him up. Shaking his head, he stood up by himself, his hands resting on his back.

“What was that for?” Mark asked, now stretching out his arms.

“Why were you on my couch??” You asked, going to hold a pillow to your chest as your cheeks flushed.

“I was trying to give you a blanket,” Mark said, pointing to what seemed to be a ruffled up blanket at the end of the couch, “but you grabbed me instead. You looked warm and comfy so I just stayed there, I guess.”

“You could have pulled away,” you murmured, looking up at him to see his cheeks also slightly tinted red.

“Sure,” Mark said, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to stretch out his back, “But I fell asleep too. Can’t do that when I was asleep, now can I ?” Mark chuckled softly, rubbing his arms as he walked into the kitchen. Looking over to the couch next to you, you see Yugyeom, peacefully snoozing with his back still turned to you. You sighed, a bit happy that your original plan worked and that Yugyeom was now asleep, but slightly embarrassed that you were found being hugged tightly against Marks chest. You sat in silence for a while, Mark still in the kitchen while Yugyeom still fast asleep on the couch. You sighed and watched the TV on low, in hopes that you didn’t wake up Yugyeom, who had finally found his way into a peaceful sleep.

The quietness didn’t last long, though; soon, Bambam came rushing in through the front door, slamming the door behind him as a soft pant left his mouth. “Guys!”

Turning around, he began to lock the door, pushing the small table over it “Guys!”

“What is it?” Mark called from the kitchen, Jackson and Jinyoung slowly coming down the stairs with concerned looks on their faces.

“Do the angels know we have (Y/N)? They’ve been chasing me down for blocks.” Bambam panted out softly.

“Woah woah woah,” Jackson rushed over, Jinyoung following suit, “What do you mean, the Angels have been following you?”

“I mean,” Bambam said, “The angels have been following me. I was out at a store and I smelled them. At first I thought Mark-Hyung followed me out, but then I saw, oh god, what was his name again? Blonde hair?”

“Seokjin,” Mark said softly, running his hands through his hair, “but they can’t know that we have (Y/N). How could they know unless someone told them?”

“What is all of this?” Jaebum said softly, standing at the top of the stairs, “Angels? I don’t smell them.”

“Well, they’re coming,” Bambam said, walking over to you and gripping your arm, “They were only a few steps behind me. We’ve got to hide her.”

“Where?” Mark said, slight concern in his voice as he looked up at Jaebum.

“Where’s Youngjae?” Jaebum asked, quickly rushing down the stairs, “I thought he was with you guys at the house.”

“We fell asleep, so we have no idea where he went. Probably to more of those training classes.” Mark said, eyes glued to Bambam, “How do you kn-“

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Startled, you look at Jaebum with wide eyes. Bambam groaned softly, marching up the stairs with your arm still in his hand, forcibly dragging you with him.

“You cause too much trouble,” he whispered under his breath as he made a b-line for a door close to yours, “too much.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered back, watching as he pushed the door open to reveal a small room; filled with clothes littering the floor, as well as empty pizza boxes.

“Sit on my bed,” he demanded, “and wait in here.”

Nodding softly, you followed the only clear path you could find to sit on his bed, crossing your legs on top of it. Bambam closed his door, the voices downstairs more distant with the door shut now.

Crawling to the head of Bambam’s bed, you pressed your ear against the wall. Slowing your breathing down, you attempted to hear what was happening.

“What a nice surprise,” Jaebum hummed, “and what do we owe this pleasure, Seokjin?”

“Ah,” you heard a mans voice say, one you didn’t recognize, “We came here to pester you about Mark, of course.”

“Listen,” you heard Mark say, “I already decided. I’m staying here.”

“But your mother misses you, Mark. And so do we. We need an extra hand and since you,” you heard the man pause, “left, with the other one, it hasn’t been the same. Speaking of which… where is Youngjae? I smell him somewhere.”

Looking down, you realized you were still in Youngjae’s clothes. Unsure of what to do, you quickly rip off the sweater he had given you, leaving yourself in a shirt and sweatpants.

“Upstairs sleeping,” Jaebum said, “he’s been feeling under the weather lately.”

“Aw, and we wouldn’t want any demons getting sick would we?” the man said in a sarcastic tone.

“Listen, Mark says he’s made up his mind. Can’t you leave him alone for a day or two?” Jaebum asked.

“He doesn’t belong with you,” the other man hissed, “he’s meant to be an angel. Youngjae just took him away from us when he shouldn’t have gone.”

“Well I’m here now, so please leave.” you heard Mark say softly, “I’ve made my decision.” After a light pause, the other man sighed.

“Alright, But we’ll be back,” you heard him say, “Once we find exactly what’s keeping you here, we’re going to destroy it and take you back.”

Hearing the door close moments later, you sighed, Could angels really be that mean?

Yes, Jaebum said, angels can really be that mean. It’s safe to come down now.

Slowly getting off of the bed, you opened the door.

“What do they mean, ‘take you back?’” You asked, all eyes drawing to you as you shut the door behind yourself and made your way down the stairs.

“I told you we shouldn’t have kept her,” Jackson growled, “now we have Angels on our tail.”

“They didn’t mention her, did they?” Mark said softly, “they were only here about me. Don’t bring (Y/N) into this.”

“Why were they here about you?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest and rubbing them softly, slightly regretful that you took Youngjae’s sweater off.

“It’s nothing,” Mark sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, “Really.”

“It doesn’t se-“

“Well, it is.” Mark snapped, “It’s nothing, So just leave it alone.”

Looking at him with wide eyes, you nodded softly.

“Nice, making Mark mad is hard to do. Real nice, (Y/N),” Jackson chuckled.

“I’m not— i’m not mad, okay? Just frustrated, is all. It’s not her fault.” Mark sighed softly, looking at you, “Sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn’t have.”

“That’s fine, I shouldn’t have pushed you,” you admitted, looking around, “But anyway, where’s Youngjae?”

“I was just thinking that,” Jinyoung said, “I haven’t seen him. Someone wake Yugyeom up, okay? We’re going to search for Youngjae.”

“Don’t wake him up,” Mark argued, “He just fell asleep. We can go without him.”

“Then (Y/N) should stay and tell him what’s up when he wakes up,” Jackson said, slipping his coat on as he walked into the kitchen, “Jaebum, your keys are in here.”

“Bring them out,” Jaebum said, rolling up his sleeves, “I agree with Jackson, (Y/N) should stay here. We don’t need a big search party for Youngjae.”

“You already have five boys, it looks like a search party. What difference is one girl going to make?”

“Just, stay here, okay?” Bambam groaned, “Let’s just go.”

All of the boys nodded softly, getting on their shoes before waving to you before exiting the front door, leaving you with a sleeping Yugyeom.

You repeated what you did the last time you were put into this situation; watching the TV on low, in hopes to not wake the sleeping boy. But your plan didn’t seem to work, as about a half an hour after the boys left, Yugyeom shot up.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He shouted, whipping his head around to see you sitting on the couch.

“I’m right here…?” you said softly, turning off the TV, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yugyeom calmed down slightly, holding his hand over his chest, “just a bad dream. You were being cornered by angels in some sort of store. But— Where are the others? Did they go up to bed and leave me here?”

“We can’t find Youngjae,” you said softly, “so they went on a search.”

“He’s probably in the back garden,” Yugyeom said, standing up slowly, “that’s where he always goes. Do they not know to check there by now?”

“I guess not?” you questioned, standing up and following Yugyeom into the kitchen, through the back door, and into the backyard.

There, in the back yard, lied an entrance to what seemed like a maze; along with tables and chairs set up as if they were there for a party.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful back here!” you hummed, smiling as you went over to smell flowers that lay beside the house.

“Yeah,. Everything was dead, but it seems Jinyoung-Hyung has a green thumb,” Yugyeom chuckled, stopping and turning around with wide eyes as he said that, “But don’t tell him I told you. It’s his secret,”  Yugyeom said, pressing a finger over his lips as you walked over to meet him at the entrance of the maze.

“It seems like this house is full of secrets,” You chimed in, following Yugyeom as he weaved his way through the maze.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Yugyeom chuckled, stopping quick in the maze, making you walk hard into his back. “Wrong way.”

“Ouch,” you groaned, watching as he turned another corner, following him not so close behind, “you could have told me!”

“I didn’t know!” He chuckled softly, taking your hand and pulling you quickly to the middle where a beautiful garden laid, Youngjae and Coco sitting and playing right to the right of it.

“Hyung, why didn’t you tell anyone you were out here? They’re all on a search for you,” Yugyeom called out, capturing Youngjae’s attentions as he sighed.

“I didn’t mean to make people worry for me,” Youngjae said quietly, picking up Coco as he looked at Yugyeom, “Can you call them for me?”

“Yeah,” Yugyeom said, “But, is everything okay? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Youngjae nodded at both of you, petting Coco’s fur softly, “Everything’s fine. I just felt a little down is all, that’s why i came out here. i didn’t mean to worry anyone if I did.”

You couldn’t deny that Youngjae did look sad; he’s usually very smiley and energetic, but he seemed so quiet and tired-looking, like he hasn’t gotten any sleep in the last few days.

“That’s fine,” Yugyeom smiled at him reassuringly, “Now come inside, okay?”

Nodding, Youngjae followed as you both went inside, Yugyeom calling the other boys to let them know of Youngjae’s whereabouts.

Soon all of the boys came home, the day slowly coming to a close as you all sat around the table to eat dinner.

“So, how was your first day of your final days?” Bamabm hummed, taking noodles from out of the pot in front of you all as he looked at you.

“She was getting cozy with Mark-Hyung on the couch,” Jackson chuckled, earning a soft smack on the head from Mark, “Shut up, Jackson.”

“It’s true,” he murmured, putting a slice of meat into his mouth.

“I slept away most of it,” you admitted, sighing, “but tomorrow I need to go out and get something I ord-“

You stopped yourself, looking at Jaebum from across the table, “my order isn’t there anymore, is it.”

Shaking his head softly, Jaebum let out a faint “sorry” as you shrugged, playing with the food on your plate.

“Was it like, an exclusive item?” Jinyoung asked.

“Not really but, it’s very important to my sister. It’s a glass figurine, she collects them. They have a line of family members, and it’s custom for you to get one for each family member, of course. My sister is the first woman in four generations to have a boy, and there was a certain baby boy figurine the she wanted that I finally managed to find online. It’s wearing  small blue sash and it says ‘first’ on it. She really wanted it, but she said she’d settle for a regular boy figurine if we couldn’t find it.”

The boys nodded as they sighed, letting out faint “sorry’s” as well around the table as you shrugged it off.

“It’s fine. I’ll get her the normal one. It’s no big deal.” you said softly, taking the last bite from your plate before standing, “i’m going to wash the plate and head to bed. Goodnight, boys,” you waved, all of them saying goodnight after you as you quickly made your way into the kitchen, and then up the stairs into your room.


@xsakuraxohanax: Werewolf starter

Only a small sliver of the sun remained over the horizon of the Soul Society, the night coming upon them fast. Although part of him preferred the sunrise, there was no denying the rich beauty of the sunset, the sky lighting up in brilliant oranges and purples. It was like something straight out of a painting. The only thing he didn’t like about it was the night that always followed. Kew’s eyes were built for night vision, and while was nice to give his sensitive eyes a rest after a long day, it also reminded him of the dark world he used to call home. No matter how blinding the sun was, he would welcome it over anything that brought thoughts of that hellhole to mind.

Kew had left the Seireitei early in the evening, making his usual journey past the Rukongai to the barren, desert-like outskirts. Sometimes he could find hollows to eat here, but if he had any other choice, he wished he didn’t have to. It’s always so nerve-wracking, because what if someone catches him? His only other option was to starve! … Watching the sunset usually put his mind at ease.

Eh? That sweet smellNo way. Why now? What’s he doing here!?

BLACKY! What a pleasant surprise!” Kew barks, a forced smile on his face as he looked towards the source of the familiar scent. Maybe if he’s nice, the captain will leave him the hell alone so he can curb his damned hunger. “What brings you ‘round these pa– … Hm?

Something’s off.

Kian Lawley (Dip in the Pool)

Y/N meets Kian by a pool at a resort, he tries to be a reasonable jerk.

So let me get this straight, you tried to push your friend in to the pool, but slipped and almost killed me by making me fall in to the pool with you on top.” I  confronted the boy who was still looking around a bit uncomfortably ”basically, but you shouldn’t stand so close to the edge if you didn’t want to fall.” ”I shouldn’t stand by the pool?” I ridiculed his defense ”I could have died because of you and It’s because I was standing by a pool at a resort, fuck you. I stood up and threw the towel in his face, before storming of.

My card-key to my room was drenched and wasn’t working so I had to go back downstairs to the reception. The boy was lounging by the cafeteria while his friend was getting a drink. I gave him a mean eye before trying to address the reception lady, but the lady started to give me a speech how I wasn’t allowed to go swimming with my clothes on or vandalizing hotel property. ”besides, we can’t give you a new key before the other persons who are staying in the same room come downstairs to give permission for it.” ”But they are going to be all day gone on a tour.”  I looked at my soaking clothes ”And I’m wet, I don’t want to get sick on a fucking holiday”.  ”Miss, you don’t have to use that kind of language or tone on me, when your the one breaking the rules. I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises if you continue.” ”Can I at least have a fuc..” I swallowed the rest of the word and continued on a normal tone “..a towel”

I sat down outside on the steps looking at the pool and cursing myself for not taking any shoes on me when I went to watch the pool. “hey, I heard what the lady said..” the boy walked up to me “You know, I can borrow you a shirt and some shorts, if you want?” I looked up to him trying to read his face. “Is this one of your tactics get a girl drenched and kidnap her. Well fuck you still, I’m not falling for it”. “No really, I’m sorry, I realize I was being an ass, It’s my fault… I know, but.. you were so cute I didn’t know how to act around you and yeah.. my name is Kian” He stretched out his hand to greet me, but I looked at his hand and then said straight to his face. “Hi Kian, My name is Y/N, can you leave me alone now.” “I’m sorry, I’m going to leave, but my offer is still valid, you look a bit ridiculous sitting here in your wet clothes.” 

I looked at myself and the people around me, before shifting my gaze on him. he was only wearing his shorts and had a quite nicely toned lean body. People had been giving me odd stares and I counted it would take at least 4 hours before the others would get here. “Fine, you better give me your best shirt.” I gave him half a smile and he smiled back at me “You bet.”

btw. Accepting requests :)

You Fill Me With Dread

Request: OMG HI SO THIS IS LIKE A MOUTHFUL BUT… can you do an imagine where Liam and the reader don’t get along and they’re constantly fighting, but the reader, who’s a human, is taken by the dread doctors and is a failure but Liam saves her..just fluff pls

Note: I’m always trash for Liam and the reader hating each other at first hahaha! Pretty sure at least half of my Liam imagines start out that way. I changed the request a little bit: instead of having her actually be taken and experimented on, Liam stops the Doctors from taking her in the first place. I hope this is okay! Forgive me for any inaccuracies with this imagine; I’m not fully caught up with season 5 oops. This hasn’t been completely proof-read because today was the first day of school and I wanted to quickly post this before I start on homework. So yeah. Also, send in requests!

p.s. the title makes me giggle hehehe I’m so lame

“You would never believe who I had in my last class.”

         Smirking at my best friend, I move my things out of the seat beside me so she can sit down. “Spill.”

         Hayden shakes her head angrily, shoving her chair out. “Liam Dunbar.”

         My mouth drops. “No way.” I’m no stranger to the history between Hayden and Dunbar – it stretches back to middle school and is rather bloody. They absolutely hate each other. As Hayden’s best friend, I’m obliged to hate him too. It’s not that hard. Liam is arrogant, annoying, and all around a total douche.

But he’s a tad cute. A tad.

“Ugh, I know. Just what I needed on the first day of school.” She wrinkles her nose as she fishes through her pencil bag.

I cross my arms on the table and let my ponytail fall over my shoulder. “You’re not going to break his nose again, are you?” I ask – partly teasing and partly not. Hayden’s a bit of a fighter. I tend to be, too. I guess that’s one of the reasons why we’re such good friends.

“I don’t know yet. I want to, but…”

“Your sister would have a cow.” I finish for her. Hayden’s older sister, Deputy Clark, works at Beacon Hills Sheriff department. “Should I punch him for you, then?”

Hayden snorts. “As long as I can watch.”

I unfortunately don’t have the next class with Hayden. We go our separate ways with promises to meet up at lunch.

         When I enter the classroom, I spot Dunbar’s best friend, Mason. He gives me a friendly smile as I walk over. Even though our best friends are arch enemies, we’ve maintained a decent relationship. Mason is just too nice to not like.

         “Hey Y/N,” he greets as I take the seat across from him. “How’s your first day going?”

         “Pretty well. How about you?”

         He grins. “It’s been interesting…”  

         I playfully narrow my eyes at him. “What’s going through your twisted little head, Mason?”

         “Nothing,” he claims innocently. “I just think today’s about to get even more interesting.”

         I press my lips together. “Why do you say that?”

         A shadow falls over me, and a tight voice clips, “You’re in my seat.” When I turn to see who the hell thinks they can talk to me like that, my eyes fall on Liam Dunbar. Ah. Of course. Always thinks he’s entitled to everything. I’m not even surprised.

         “No I’m not,” I say evenly.

         “Yeah, you kind of are. I want to sit next to Mason.”

         “There’s an empty chair behind him. Take that one.”

         “I want this one. Move.”

         I laugh. “Really? ‘Move’? That’s it? No ‘please’ or anything?”

         Dunbar rolls his eyes and impatiently shifts his weight from foot to foot. “You’re just doing this to piss me off. You know that Mason is my best friend and that I want to sit by him.” His glares at me. “I bet Hayden put you up to this, didn’t she?”

         I cross my arms and lean back in the chair. “No, she didn’t, actually. She’s not as petty as you are.” I wet my lips. I don’t miss how his eyes are drawn to the small movement. “Besides, Mason is my friend too, and maybe I actually want to sit by him. Not everything is about you, Dunbar.”

         “I’m not petty.” He grumbles.

         The bell rings. Mason sighs. “C’mon, man, just sit behind me. It’s not that big of a deal. We’re probably going to get assigned seats anyway.”

         “Fine,” he growls. Just as Dunbar starts to move around my desk, another student sits behind Mason. They didn’t do it to be mean; they’re in rapid conversation with their friend, who has taken the seat behind me.

         Dunbar’s jaw drops slightly, and I giggle. He sends me a look. “I hate you so much,” he says before moving to the only other available seat – on the other side of the classroom.

         Mason is trying hard not to crack up. “That was brutal.”

         I just shrug. “If he hadn’t wasted so much time arguing with me, he would’ve gotten the spot he wanted.”

         “I can hear you,” Dunbar snarls.

         “Mr. Dunbar!” The teacher snaps as she closes the door behind her. The class falls silent. “We do not shout across the classroom. Surely you know better.”

         Dunbar just mutters an apology, shooting daggers at me. I just smile and send him a little wave.

Later in the week I go to the school’s library to check out a book. I had read the synopsis online, and it sounded pretty good – not good enough to purchase, but enough to pique my interest.

         As soon as I walk in, I see a head of blond hair jerk up in my direction. Liam Dunbar is sitting at a table with his senior friends, all in deep discussion about something seemingly serious, but he’s staring right at me like he doesn’t even hear them saying anything at all. His cheeks turn pink and his ears go bright red. His eyes don’t leave me. From here they look almost golden, which is strange since usually his eyes are blue.

         His tall scrawny friend, Stiles, looks over his shoulder to see what’s captured Dunbar’s attention. When Stiles sees me, he presses his lips in a line and gives me a small nod. His father works at the sheriff station with Hayden’s sister; I met him once when Hayden and I stopped by to drop lunch off for Deputy Clark.

         I wave at Stiles and roll my eyes at Dunbar before stepping into the rows of the fiction section. I dig in my bag for my phone; I don’t remember the author’s last name and I really don’t feel like walking up and down, searching for the title alone.

         Once I locate the book, I head for the check-out.

         Dunbar’s friends have left him by now; he sits at the table alone, bent over homework. Yeah, not even done with the first week of school and the teachers have already given us assignments. Pretty rough.

         Still, that doesn’t stop me from ‘tripping’ over the leg of his chair, causing his pen to scratch across the paper in a long line. He growls lowly as I straighten myself.

         “Oopsie.” I grin. “Didn’t mean to do that. So sorry.”

         “You did that on purpose!” He snaps, the pen in his hand busting from how tightly he’s holding it. Blue ink drips down his arm and oozes across the paper. He looks down at it in surprise.

         “Tsk, tsk.” I say tauntingly. “You should be more careful. It’s going to be hard for the teacher to read your work now.”

         Dunbar grits his teeth. “Just leave me alone. You got your book. Now get out of here. Go run and be evil with Hayden.”

         “Since you asked so nicely…” I give his face a sharp tap before flouncing away.

It’s easy to fall into the routine of school. Every morning I take the ten minute walk to Hayden’s house. Her sister gives us both a ride to school before heading to work. After school, depending on the weather, I either stay in the library to do homework or sit on the bleachers to watch Hayden’s soccer practice. When that’s over, we sit at the front of the school and wait for her sister to come get us.

         Today is beautiful: the sun is shining; a gentle breeze advertises the cooler temperatures. Fall is coming fast.

         I sit up in the bleachers on the visitor’s side with a textbook open in front of me. It’s hard to keep the pages from flipping due to the wind. I have several erasers and pens set all around the perimeter of the book.

         Despite my efforts at studying, I still can’t help but glance up at the field. Hayden is killing it. She’s just incredible. Sometimes I feel a slight pinch of jealousy when I watch her practice like this, so effortlessly, but I try to shove those feelings aside. This is my best friend. I’m proud of her hard work and dedication.

         Soccer practice ends when the coach blows the whistle sharply. Hayden and the other girls jog to the locker room, giving me the cue to pack up my bag. I take the steps two at a time, puffing slightly when I get to the bottom. I shift my backpack’s strap farther up my shoulder and walk along the outside of the field.

         Finstock, the coach of the lacrosse team, jogs out of his office. “Come on, guys! I’m not getting any younger here!”  

         Here they come: Beacon Hills’ lacrosse team, dressed in their athletic wear, ready to practice for the big game next week. I fight the urge to snicker when I see Dunbar in his neon shirt and gray shorts. I could swear that he heard me somehow, despite being half-way across the field and the wind blowing wildly. He turns to me and sends me an icy glare. I give him one in return, not in the mood to feign goofiness. The bleachers aren’t exactly comfortable; my back is killing me and it has made me a little cranky.

         I stop under the home stands in my normal waiting spot for Hayden. I push my bag to the ground and pull out my phone. As I’m scrolling through Pinterest, someone yells, “Look out!” I assume that some idiot did something stupid on the field; they can’t be talking to me. Still, I glance up out of curiosity to see what’s going on.


         I’m knocked to the ground by the sudden force. Blinding pain is racing through my skull. I groan, clutching the tender spot on my forehead.

         “Y/L/N, holy-” Coach Finstock yells. “You okay?”

         “I’m fine!” I call back, keeping my eyes closed. I don’t move to get up off the ground, but I raise my hand and give a thumbs up to the direction of his voice. “Just great.”

         “Jesus, Dunbar, were you trying to kill her?”

         My eyes flash open, slightly blurry with tears. Dunbar did this. I stagger to my feet, head spinning slightly, and march out from under the shade of the bleachers. “What the hell, you asshole?” I shriek, stomping my way to where Dunbar stands. He’s holding a lacrosse stick and a blank expression. “What was that?”

         Stiles jogs over. “Hey, hey, hey, Y/N, take it easy.”

         I march around him, stalking to get right in Dunbar’s face. “You did that on purpose!”

         “I did not!” He scoffs, gripping his stick tightly.

         “Yes you did!” I shove his chest, causing a few of the lacrosse team members to let out murmurs.

Dunbar rolls his eyes. “It was an accident. You’re so dramatic.”

“You’re supposed to be some sort of lacrosse-god, aren’t you? So awesome, right? Then you shouldn’t ‘accidentally’ hit someone on the sidelines with a ball!” I shove him again.

His eyes flash gold again, like I had seen them do in the library. What the hell…?

Stiles is behind me, tugging me back. “Y/N, let’s-” I turn and push him away as hard as I can.

“Stay out of this, Stiles!”

“Hey!” Coach Finstock barks, whistle clenched between his teeth. “No fighting. You know how much paperwork fights are?”

It’s like I can barely hear him. Blood roars in my ears. I’m seeing red. All I can think about is how much I hate Dunbar: for what he did to Hayden, for the way he treats Hayden, and for the way he treats me. I’m sick of it. He’s such a jackass.

I don’t think; I just react. My fist pulls back and then snaps against his face, getting him right on the chin and jerking his head back. The rest of the team erupts. I’m winding up for another, planning to plant one on his nose, when I’m suddenly being lifted up.

It’s Scott, the captain of the team. He’s also friends with Stiles and Dunbar. Of course he’d come to the rescue.

I’m set down on the other side of the Great-Wall-of-Stiles, whose arms are out and ready to catch me if I try to break through and run at Dunbar.

“Go home, all right?” Stiles says, looking me right in the eyes. “Listen to me, Y/N-”

“Stiles-” I snarl, prepared to rip his eyes out to get at Dunbar. I can see over his shoulder that Dunbar is literally fighting against Scott’s hold on him to get to me. Coach Finstock is blowing the whistle, arm between the two groups as he looks back and forth.

“That’s enough!” He yells. “Y/L/N, you’re getting written up – and you will too, Dunbar, if you don’t cool it!”

My detention falls on a Friday. Deputy Clark is working over-time and isn’t able to come pick Hayden up, so she sits with me in Coach Finstock’s room. Hayden’s allowed to do her homework. I’m not. Hayden’s allowed to sit next to me, but we can’t talk.

         Coach Finstock sits behind his desk and just glares at me. “This was not how I wanted to spend my Friday afternoon,” he tells me. “I wanted to go get drunk.”

         “You ever consider AA, Coach?”

         “Shut up! This is detention. You’re not supposed to talk.”

         “Sorry. You were talking to me so I thought I was supposed to answer.” Hayden covers her mouth to hide her giggle. I just bite my lip, trying hard not to smirk. “But if it’s any consolation, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my Friday afternoon either. And by the way, you can always get drunk later on tonight.”


         I hold up my hands in surrender. “Say no more.” I make a show out of locking my lips and throwing away the key.

         He stares at me for several long, uncomfortable seconds before sighing and running a hand down his face. “Get out of here,” he says, staring down at his desk.

         I blink. “Serious?”

         “Yes. Go.”

         Hayden and I give each other a high five. I help her collect her papers and put all her things away. We heave our bags over our shoulders and call a goodbye to Coach as we walk out.

         “That was awesome,” Hayden laughs.

         “Pretty much.” I bump her hip with mine. “What are you doing tonight?”

         She bumps me back. “My sister wants us to spend some time together. Why?”

         “Damn.” I let my shoulders slump. “I was thinking of going to the gym tonight. I was hoping you’d be my exercise buddy.”

         “Awww.” She pouts. “I love being your exercise buddy.”

         “I know you do. That’s why I offered.”

         She laughs and pushes her hair over her shoulder. “Maybe some other time.”

         We exit the school and sit under the cover, plopping down against the far wall. We stretch out our legs and set our bags on either side of us. “Valerie should be here soon,” Hayden says as she locks her phone.

         I sigh and rest my head on her shoulder. “I really hate Liam Dunbar.”

         “Girl, me too.”

The gym Hayden and I usually go to is mostly empty when I walk inside. There’s a light rain falling, so I assume that’s why there aren’t as many people out today. I watch the headlights of my ride’s car disappear into the storm, shouldering my gym bag up a little higher.

         It’s nippy in the lobby, so I head for the locker room. I’m wearing a sports bra underneath a long-sleeve dry-fit shirt. My athletic shorts and Nikes complete the look.

         I gather my hair into a high ponytail after stashing my bag, carrying my water and iPod with me as I head for the racks of weights.

         As I heft ten pounds on either side of the bar, I check out my company. There’s a man with earbuds in on a treadmill, and a boy with blond hair by the bench press.

         Wait a minute…

         I nearly drop the weight as he sits up, wiping his face with a small white towel. He’s slick with sweat, hair hanging in his eyes. To make matters worse, he’s shirtless. His muscles are swollen and vascular.       Even from here I can see the tiny bead of sweat trickling down his cheek, dangerously close to his lips, and the strange urge to lick it away hits me like a train.

         What the hell? Why does he have to be so attractive?

         Whatever. He’s an asshole. And he gave me a nice goose-egg. So what if he’s super-hot and dripping wet and buff?

         I turn my back on him, going back to my set and putting in my headphones. I came here to work out and blow off some steam, not to ogle guys.

         I duck my head and inch forward until the bar’s cool metal is biting into the nape of my neck. I inhale deeply, straighten with the bar carefully balanced, and then take two small steps backward.

         I drop into a deep squat. The burn runs all through my thighs. I take another deep breath as I hold the position before going back up. I try to keep time with my music. Every five squats I pause and hold the crouch, relishing in the scream of my quivering muscles.

         After I’ve done this five times, my legs feel like jelly. I’m almost not able to make it over to the bar to set it down. See, this is why I wanted Hayden to come with me. She’d be able to spot me and help me ease the bar down. Plus, she’d keep my head clear of Dunbar…

         When I turn around, guzzling water, I see that Dunbar’s finally noticed that I’m here. And he’s staring. Pretty intently, I might add. My chest feels tight. Was he… did he watch me squat?

         “You need a spotter?” He calls. The man who was here earlier is gone. It’s just the two of us.

         “No,” I scoff. “Do you?”

         He licks over his lips. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

         “Oh,” I say, surprised. “Okay. What do you need to be spotted on?”

         “Seriously? You’d do it?”

         I roll my eyes. “I have to make sure you don’t kill yourself. I’d be the prime suspect if you died in here, you know, since no one else is around. People wouldn’t be surprised that I finally lost it and did away with you.”      

         Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever. I just need to squat and then I’m done. Keep up the attitude and I won’t hang back and spot for you.” He slips his shirt over his head and I bite my lip hard to keep from verbally protesting.

         “I don’t need you to spot for me.”

         “Uh-huh. Sure.” He gets up off the bench and saunters over to me. I make sure to keep my eyes trained on his face – no matter how tempting it is to look at his body, I can’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing I find him attractive.

         He snickers. “Sixty-five pounds? That’s it?”

         “Shut up.” I wrap my headphones around my iPod and gingerly set it on the floor beside my water bottle. “Because you’re so strong and can lift so much more.”

         “Actually, I can.” He proceeds to load both ends of the bar. I place a hand under my chin to keep my jaw from hanging open.

         He ducks underneath the bar in a similar fashion to the way I did earlier. “Are you just going to stand there?”

         I bite back a retort, rolling my eyes and stepping forward. I place my hands on the outside of his; I can feel the heat radiating off his body in waves. I shiver slightly, licking over my lips as I tighten my grip and move closer. “Ready?” I whisper.

         Dunbar nods. He takes the bulk of the weight; I’m mainly there for balance. We back up slowly. When I’m certain that he’s got it under control, I take my hands off and step to the side.

         He does several red-faced sets that leave me feeling hot and turning to examine the rest of the roof. Boring white walls. Floors covered in black mats. Shiny equipment everywhere, catching the light.

         The piercing drop of the bar into its cradle causes me to jump. Dunbar straightens, relaxed now that he’s not under the crushing weight. “You know, the purpose of having a spotter is someone keeping an eye on you while you lift.”

         “Yes, I know.”

         “I wasn’t sure. You seemed really interested in those water fountains. Thirsty?”

         “No. Pretty sure you are, though.” I smirk at the double-meaning in my statement.

         Dunbar rolls his eyes. “Do you need me to spot you for bench-press?”

         Visions of him standing above me while I lay flat cloud my brain. Before I can stop myself, I shake my head sharply. “I definitely don’t need you.” The bite to my words is unintentional but still there. I don’t mean to sound cruel. I just don’t want to put myself into a situation where Dunbar could discover the silly little feelings I have for him.

         When I see the look on his face, I second-guess my choice. Maybe it would’ve been better to have the truth slip out. Anything to keep me from having to see that look in his eyes again.

         “Fine,” he grumbles, brushing past me. “I had better things to do anyway.”

         I open my mouth to say something. I don’t know what. Apologize? Ask him to wait? Tell him to take his shirt off again?

         Before I can say any of that, he’s disappeared into the men’s locker rooms. I sigh and plop down on the edge of the bench-press. Great going, Y/L/N.

         It doesn’t matter anyway. Dunbar is Hayden’s worst enemy; there’s no way I could date him in good conscience…

         I lay back on the bench-press and scoot my way under the bar. I consider adding weight to the ends but decide that the regular forty-five pounds are enough for now.

         My arms ache slightly as I push the bar out of its cradle, allowing myself to lower it to my chest before thrusting up again. I stare intently at the ceiling tiles, puffing.

         It’s the weird ticking noise that makes me slow to a stop. I rack the bar and sit up.


         My brow furrows. Who the hell…?


         I stand up and swipe my water bottle and iPod off the floor.

         “Y/N…” My name seems to be coming from everywhere. The ticking grows louder, almost drowning out the offending groans. Three sets of footsteps, heavy, echo off the walls. I whirl around, trying to find the source.

         That’s when I see them – three large shadows falling across the floor at the front entrance. They’re walking in sync, slow and deliberate. My name comes again and I’m positive it’s from them.

         I grab a simple twenty-pound bar and hold it like a fighting staff, praying that my younger years spent watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles would pay off and somehow bless me with Donatello’s kick-ass staff-wielding ability. Whatever these things are, it’s clear they’re coming after me. And I’m not going down without a fight.

         The middle one – the leader, whatever – reaches me first. I don’t hesitate. I swing the bar as hard as I can, connecting with its head with a loud crunching sound. It stumbles back and hits the ground.

         I swing the bar in a wide arch, narrowly missing the second one. The third one isn’t so lucky; it gets hit around the mid-section and crumples to its knees.

         The second one knows better now. It’s right in front of me; I’m preparing to get one good hit in so I can make a run for it. But just as I bring the bar down, the figure wavers and disappears. Something cold and hard wraps around me from behind. I let out a loud scream, the bar falling from my fingers and crashing to the floor.

         A loud growl causes me to cease my thrashing. It’s Dunbar, only… not? He’s standing in the doorway of the men’s locker room. His eyes are glowing; hair is sprouting everywhere on him; he’s got these teeth and claws…

         He’s across the room in less than two seconds, slicing at the second thing that’s currently holding me in its grip. It releases immediately; I drop to the ground and roll twice before lurching to my feet and gripping the bar tightly.

         Dunbar stands beside me, panting heavily in my ear. My three attackers are on their feet once again. A warm hand envelopes mine. I don’t have time to get a real good look at the walking nightmares before I’m being tugged out of the room, bar dragging along the floor behind me.

         “Just drop it!” He snarls. I do so instantly.

         We skid across the slick floors of the lobby and then burst into the downpour. “We gotta get to Scott!” He yells.

         “What?” I can barely hear him over the drum of fierce rain on the tin covering above us.

         Dunbar tugs me closer; my body is pressed up against him and his lips are on my ear. “Just follow me.”

         We run down the sidewalk, crossing the street and into the dark. I clench his hand tightly. Part of me wants to let go for a couple of reasons: I have no idea what’s going on and want answers; I could run faster if he wasn’t pulling me so fast that I have to try not to stumble over my own feet; we’re supposed to hate each other. But something about the heat of his rough palm pressing against mine is comforting after what just happened. Plus, it’s hard to see through the rain and night.

         About ten minutes into the hard sprint, I dig my feet into the ground. He feels my resistance and stops, head on a swivel. “C-Can we…” I pant, doubled over with my hands on my knees. “Can we t-take… a breather?”

         He hardly seems winded. “Sure,” he says.

         My hair is sticking to me in thick strands. My clothes are soaked through. I drop to the cement, sucking in ragged breaths as the rain pelts into my numb skin. “W-Wh…”

         “I can’t believe you took out two Dread Doctors with a barbell.”

         “All in a day’s work, pal.” I pat the top of his shoe. “Wait… Dread what?”

         “Dread Doctors.” He glances around, as if to make sure those things are back.

         I snort. “Didn’t seem like doctors.”

         He shifts from foot to foot. “They’re a different kind of doctor than the one you’re used to knowing.”

         I lay back on the pavement, flinching slightly when the back of my head hits a small puddle. “Would never have guessed that.”

         “Just get up.” Dunbar says, reaching to grab my wrists and tug me to my feet. “They could be back any minute. We need to get to the pack.”

         “Pack?” I ask, head spinning slightly because of how quickly I got up. “What are you talking about?” My hands clench the wet fabric clinging to his shoulders.

         Dunbar’s hands settle on my waist, keeping my swaying form steady. “Yes, pack. Me, Scott, Stiles, Lydia – you’re not going to pass out, are you?”

         “Psh,” I push off of him to wearily stand on my own. “No way.”

         He rolls his eyes. “Y/N, don’t try to be tough. If you’re going to pass out, you need to tell me. I know that was a lot for a human – especially one who was taken by surprise like that.”

         “Human?” I say weakly. My voice cracks slightly.

         His lips press into a thin line. “Yeah. Human.”

         “But aren’t you…”

         “No, I’m not.”

         We stand in the pouring rain, just staring at each other. Nothing makes sense. Dunbar’s saying that he’s not human? Something about a pack? And Dread Doctors? What the hell are those? And why did they try to take me?

         “They’re not coming back, right?” I ask softly. “Those things that tried to take me.”

         “I don’t know,” he tells me honestly. “But what I do know is that we really need to get to Scott. He’ll know what to do… I hope.”

         I throw out my arms. “What is there to do? I just got attacked by some freak-shows with masks! They were trying to kidnap me! Why aren’t we going to the police? Why would we go to Scott, or your pack, or whatever?”

         Dunbar sighs. “I know. It’s a lot, and none of it makes sense. But I need you to trust me.”

         I cross my arms. “Trust you?”

         “Yeah.” He steps closer to me. I can feel the warmth coming off him; it’s a nice distraction from the icy rain. “Look, I saved you, right? So-”

         “I think I was doing pretty well on my own.” I say stiffly. “I didn’t need you to ‘save’ me.”

         To my surprise, a small smile takes up residence on his face. “I know you were,” he tells me. “I just stepped in when you needed help – and you can’t deny that you needed it.”

         I just stare at my feet.

         Dunbar takes my hand again. “And since I did that, even after you were a total asshole-” I roll my eyes and the smile widens. “You know that I have your back, right?”

         “I guess so.”

         “And if those things come back, I won’t let them get to you.”

         “I don’t want to rely on you to protect me.”

         “Then let’s get to the pack. As soon as possible. Like, now.”


Two Can Play That Game (Neymar Imagine)

     I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling as I waited for my husband to come home.  He was later than usual, but I didn’t expect anything else from him. I let out a loud sigh as I stared up at the ceiling. I knew exactly where he was and who he was with. He was with her; just like he was every other night he would be “late”.  I heard the door close from downstairs and his shoes clunking on the steps shortly after.

     Before he could make it to our bedroom, I turned on my side to pretend I was asleep. Tonight, I didn’t feel like looking him in the eye as he lied to me time after time. It was easier to pretend to be asleep so that I didn’t have to face the reality of what our marriage had become. We’d only been married for two years, after dating for nearly four years. I clearly wasn’t enough for him anymore.

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It wasn’t often that the team got to go to town.  Usually supplies were sent to them, giving them no reason to take the long drive to civilization.

Today, though, Engineer had needed to run to get some supplies for his newest project, and had offered to give a lift yo anyone that wanted to go with him.  That was why Pyro and Scout were riding in the cab with him now.

Scout had been the first one who wanted to go.  But after seeing the Bostonian eagerly raise his hand to go with Engie, Pyro had mimicked the action, wildly waving their hand about to make sure they were noticed by making themselves impossible to miss.

The Texan had been talking to the two of them, mostly Scout, giving them the protocol they were expected to follow while gallivanting around the town.  From what Engineer could tell, though, neither of the youngin’s were actually listening to him.

“-And I need you to ta’ behave out there, alright?  Keep each other in check and make sure you don’t get on any worse side of the townsfolk-” Pausing, Engineer looked over at Scout, who had a spacey, bored look on his face, and then to Pyro, who he had no chance of reading, “Because they already don’t like any of us, and you don’t want them ta’ treat either of ya’ horribly.  Any more horribly then they have to.”

Scout’s expression stayed the same.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if an aggressive go-getter decided to take the initiative and try to attack one of you.  Pyro doesn’t exactly blend in,” Engineer decided to test the kids listening skills, “…Wouldn’t be surprised if they unleashed the laser piranhas’ on ya’-”

Still no response.

Engineer sighed.

“…The Red Sox lost 12 to 2 to them Yanks.”

That got the boy’s attention.  Scout’s head jerked up and he looked over at the Engineer before glancing at the radio, wondering how the Texan got the score if the game wasn’t playing.  Surely he hadn’t figured it out by listening to The Doobie Brothers.

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The Jacket. Part 1 - Jai Courtney Imagine

You can also find this on http://archiveofourown.org/works/6608686/chapters/15120463
Word Count: 900
Part 2 here

“Aren’t you going to bring a jacket? Or at least a cover-up. It’s a rooftop thing - it’s going to get cold.” He finished lecturing you with his favourite phrase. “Don’t say I did not warn you.”

He did and you should have listened, because now you were standing on the rooftop of a large building, the cold night air slapping against your bare skin. You wanted to leave but your ‘boyfriend’ was somewhere socialising and networking, while you stood underneath a patio heater trying your best to stay warm. Whenever you think of him you imagine yourself doing air quotes on the word boyfriend. The two of you had only been seeing each other for a few months and during that time he had never REALLY acted like a boyfriend, take tonight for instance.

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