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you are the fire (and i'm gasoline) - youmeandem - Supergirl (TV 2015) [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Lena forgets all about the stars and how pretty they are at the sight of Kara laughing, because even in the bad torch lighting, Kara is prettier than all the stars combined. Something twists in Lena’s stomach. She wants to lean forward and press her lips against Kara’s, and she almost does, but then she realizes what she’s doing and she stops herself just in time before Kara notices anything.

or: kara and lena meet as teenagers au. COMPLETED.

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Sick Healer AU!

destiel 1k. my first attempt at smut bye

Ah, ah, right there, oh

Sometimes, Cas worked himself too hard.

Fuck fuck fuuuuuck

He would get stuck on a certain chapter or scene, or a troublesome plot line would need fixing.

Keep going, don’t stop

He would pace and think and think and pace until his own spinning imagination became his enemy, until his rigorous work regimen stopped working in his favor, until his desk became a prison.

Fuck, you feel so good”

Sometimes Cas needed to get out of his head.

Yes yes yes

Some people did drugs. Some people took walks. Some people slept or meditated or laid in a relaxing bath.

Oh God, oh my God

Castiel preferred to call Dean Winchester.

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Losing Sleep

Summary: Dan can’t sleep at night and Phil takes notice.

Genre: a little angsty but ends with fluff so yeah 

Warnings: swearing and middle of the night thoughts about the world i guess

Word Count: 3260

a/n: okay so my first phanfiction was supposed to be JUST FLUFF but obviously i couldn’t do that so yeah sorry. also since it’s my first fic, please let me know what you think and please help me spread it around! oh yeah and sorry for the shit title my creativity is dying apparently. 

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It was becoming an issue.

Dan was staring at his ceiling in the dark, his mind spinning, different thoughts threatening to take control in his brain.

This has been happening for a while now, staying up all hours of the night just thinking about nothing, but also everything.

So, yes, it was becoming an issue.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, but like, clearly when Prince Adam turned back into his human form, some parts of the Beast still remained (hence the growl). So can we also conclude that other certain *ahem* animalistic instincts stuck around as well? Like... hot damn. 🔥🔥🔥

I am 100% here for this headcanon. and like, aside from the instincts I know you’re implying, imagine like the super cute and fluffy ones? HEADCANONS IN GENERAL LEGGO.

  • Probably doesn’t want to admit it but he absolutely loves his hair being played with. Fingers diving in and out, twisting his hair, brushing it out. Prince Adam loves it and silently dubs it his, ‘Secret guilty pleasure’.
    • Not really a secret because you’ve figured it out.
    • No doubt has a sweet spot right behind his ear(s) where if you rub/kiss gently, he feels like he’s on cloud nine.
      • I’m not saying he’s hairy all over but the dude is probably more hairy than average guys during that time. Interestingly enough, he likes to keep facial hair, but not absurdly long facial hair. Needless to say, the style grew on him.
  • Still has the keen sense of danger/the need to be protective. Sort of like a sixth sense, Prince Adam can still probably tell when/if a situation is dangerous but will still act on the instinct and need to be protective or territorial over things that mean a great deal to himself.
    • Would probably threaten someone if he felt like they were being menacing in any sort of way.
    • Threats would be sent in the form of growls. Prince Adam will attempt words, but anger takes over and words do tend to come out as animalistic sounds
  • Does eat with silverware on special occasions, but if given the choice and when there’s no one of importance around, he does eat with his hands, and or shoves his face onto the plate and eats that way.
  • Spends a lot more time in the sun than he did before. Reads outside, mindlessly sits outside with no intention of doing anything in particular, keeps the curtains open.
    • Probably likes to garden now that he’s not stuck in an eternal winter. Roses are his favorite. Different colors of roses. Red, White, Yellow, etc. He also likes sunflowers, the name more than the flower. They’re just happy.
    • You can find him just standing in the middle of the hallway in the afternoon, taking in the sun leaking in through the tall windows.
      •  The feeling of sunshine on his skin is a sensation he never thought he’d feel again. How he had taken such a naturally beautiful feeling and never appreciated it was a foolish move indeed. Prince Adam would cherish everyday in the sun from now on.
  • After the transformation, he probably didn’t spend that much time in the west wing as it brought back terrible memories. But, there is nothing bringing them back to life, he would convince himself. He knows that this is his choice and he can’t just forget that it never happened.
    • Eventually makes his way back to the west wing, tense and a bit cold as a sudden shiver or remembrance runs down his spine. He looks around, his sharp blue eyes setting on objects he’d never thought he’d see in perfect condition ever again. Everything is as it was before the curse was set. Everything looked just as pristine and as new as before. Prince Adam shuts his eyes and breathes in. Everything is as it should be. 

**These are just some tester headcanons! Lemme know what you think, and depending on that, I might write more! Thanks!** -Em.

Begin Again (Prologue)

So this au has been cooking in my brain for a while now, but I finally finished the prologue and i’m finally posting this thing. So let’s see how this goes!
(Quick shoutout to my two best friends @mibasiamille and @marlosbooknook for letting me bounce ideas off of them and helping me edit. Also just being overall great people, ily guys <3)


When We Collide

Oxford, England
22nd September 1976

It’s the little things that we rarely notice: those smaller, seemingly irrelevant memories that always lead to more memorable ones. We seem to forget that these events, when put in succession, can eventually change our lives forever. The aftermath can often times leave us in a state that we can never truly recover from, and can even change us into completely different people; people that we wouldn’t even recognize.

These events are usually ones we often see in films and literature; we never expect that they can happen to us. But the fact of the matter is that these things do happen, and they can happen to anyone.

One tiny fraction of a second is all it takes to change everything. Your whole world turns upside down: you can’t tell which way is up or which way is down. But these moments– they’re only the beginning.


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Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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(dis)enchanting (chapter 1)

fandom: girl meets world 
ship: riley x lucas 
word count: 2,941
summary: in which lucas friar is invisible and spills all his secrets to an online anonymous best friend, jexica. and riley matthews is the most popular girl in school who feels most comfortable talking to an online cowboy. one night, the homecoming masquerade dance is about to change everything .// or the rucas cinderella story au that no one asked for.
notes: so….i’m starting a multi chaptered fic….let’s see how this goes. i’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is. please enjoy and let me know what you think!!! 

read on ao3 

M O N D A Y

“Lucas! Lucas! Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Isadora Smackle’s voice is loud and disruptive and it effectively snaps Lucas from his daze, and he focuses his attention back on his best friend, who’s staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face. He grins sheepishly, knowing that he’d been caught.

“No, sorry, Smackle. You were talking about your chemistry class though, right?” Lucas takes a sip of his water, desperately trying to keep his eyes on his friend, and now the brunette girl three tables down from them. He watches Smackle roll her eyes, seemingly knowing exactly where Lucas’ attention was, but she didn’t comment.

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i have a download page!! thanks to @tofusaucee for helping me a lil bit!!

added some new cc that i haven’t posted yet, the links will go to my blogspot!

i moved all my clayified hairs (and some other things) to the “old custom content” category because i’m lazy and i don’t like clayified hairs anymore lol

Detention | Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Description: A bad day leads to you getting detention and getting close to the last person you’d ever thought you would.

Warnings: there’s a swear or two in there fo’sho.

Word Count: 1977

A/N: this isn’t the greatest and trying to write reggie was different but here we are. lemme know what you think. i also just added everyone from my usual tagslist bc i remembered this time. ok cool. 

Trouble wasn’t something you found yourself in often. You were the good student with the highest grades, never truant and had a reputation for being nice and polite to everyone. It was one of the reasons why everyone enjoyed your company. You were usually the nicest, friendliest and most positive person around school. There’d only been one time you’d ever gotten into trouble and that was in second grade when you’d stole Jughead’s hat off his head because you thought it was cool and put it on your own. He’d cried because you’d refused to give him it back so the teacher yelled at you, gave you a timeout and made you gave the hat back.

That was the only time in your whole sixteen years of age.

Up until today.

It had been a particularly bad morning. First the stupid alarm hadn’t gone off making you half an hour late then the moment you stepped outside mother nature decided to work against you and send a mass of rainfall. There had been no time for the bus so you’d ran all the way to school getting splashed by the passing cars on the road. By the time you got to school you were drenched, late and in the worst mood possible. Your usual happy smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you stormed into the classroom, threw your books down on the desk and sat yourself in your seat with a huff, arms crossed over your chest.

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Ten Ways to Say “I love you” - Jim Kirk

Summary: There are a lot of ways to say something without actually saying it.

Warnings: language

A/N: a little long. also if jim kirk called me starlight, i’d probably cry n profess my love right then and there. forgive any n all typos. enjoy it and lemme know what you think! 


One

The absurdly bright lights lining the corridors of the Enterprise pricked your eyes— you were forced to squint as your legs carried you. The air pouring through the vents pinched any of your skin that remained unclothed. You flexed and contracted the oddly tired joints in your fingers— you could hear tiny pops and the soft sounds felt like battering rams against your eardrums.

You cursed yourself for two reasons: losing your left boot as the time-consuming search for it resulted in your inability to replicate a much needed mug of coffee, and drinking so much with Leonard the night before. While you accepted the former was entirely your doing, you split the blame on the latter— half of it was your fault, and half was Leonard’s. It’s those stupid puppy eyes, you told yourself.

You leant your shoulder against the transparent wall of the turbolift you solely occupied and crossed your arms over your chest. Your teeth were gritted— as if grinding your teeth to nubs would give you the day off and rid you of the heavy weight crushing your skull.

The doors slid open before your desired deck and you didn’t bother stifling a sigh that carried the weight of two starships. You dropped your gaze to glare at your scuffed boots rather than subject the new lift patron to your scowl and dagger eyes.

“Rough night?”

You lifted your head at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. You frowned immediately and nodded twice. “Bones and I had paperwork.”

“What would you say the ratio was this time?” he asked, his crossed arms rumpling the command gold fabric that was firmly stretched over his chest. He was smiling slightly in amusement as he took in your appearance— messy hair, half-zipped left boot, heavy lidded eyes.

You shrugged and eyed the ceramic mug in his hands. You could have moaned at the smell steaming out of it. “I’d say about two charts to one glass.”

“How many charts in total?”

“Fourteen each,” you winced at the revelation and took your eyes from Jim’s when the amusement painted his features red.

Seven glasses of whiskey in one sitting,” he said with a laugh. “No wonder you look like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How dare you! I look adorable— like a celebrity running errands.”

“‘Cept you’re about to start an eight-hour shift.”

You sighed so your shoulders slumped. “My rough night’s turning into a rough morning— I didn’t even have time to replicate coffee because of my stupid missing boot.”

Jim glanced down at his mug and thrust it in your direction without thinking twice. “Take mine.

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Bromeo & Dudeliet - Snippet #1

so, uh, this is a complete clusterfuck. It’s set in Verona when the original romeo and juliet was, but they talk like modern-day people. also the characters are wherever the fuck i want them to be. lmao i know barry’s supposed to be a Neverbone but idgaf.

based on @therubyjailcell​ ‘s excellent egobang romeo & juliet au.

for future reference: i’m only gonna be doing lil snippets here and there, probably not even in chronological order. this is just a silly thing i’m having waaaay too much fun with.

enjoy!

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Of course, he’d heard of the Neverbone family before.

How could he not? They lived in the same fucking city, after all. Besides his family, they were the most prominent family in Verona. They were not only rich and affluent, they were also gigantic goddamn snobs.

To say the two families didn’t particularly get along would be an understatement. They despised each other. But that was to be expected.

Even Danny had to admit to himself that his family was a little…rambunctious. The Sexbang family, his relatives, had a long history of throwing wild parties, doing whatever they wanted, and generally always taking life one day at a time. They rarely married, instead preferring hook-ups and quick relationships. Danny liked to think his family just knew how to have a good time. It didn’t hurt that the Sexbangs had a long history of being extremely good-looking and, ahem, charismatic.

While he’d never met or even seen the main family from the Neverbone house, he’d crashed enough parties to mix with some of the outer family members. The Neverbones threw very “respectable” parties—more like formal dances than actual parties. It was a hobby of Danny and his cousins to crash said parties.

The Neverbones were high-and-mighty, too. They never had sex before marriage, did everything the “proper” way, and were sure to hold it above everyone’s heads. They did not mingle outside their social class and everything in that place was pristine and polished. They took being wealthy very seriously. They never swore, dressed properly to everything, and had a code of morals. Even Danny had to admit, though, they were respectable people and held fast to their beliefs. He just thought the whole thing was so boring.

Danny had always wondered about them, though. He was the son of the head of the Sexbang family, but since the families were always quarreling they’d never been invited to a Neverbone dance. Part of the reason he enjoyed crashing the dances was in hope that he’d spot the main family. Try as he might, he’d only ever seen the head the Neverbone family, but not his wife or siblings.

There was also a son of the Neverbone house, around Danny’s age, but the boy had never made an appearance. Danny had never seen him before and neither had anyone else. He was always in the innermost part of the main house, or so the rumor went. Danny was extremely curious about him. Was he bored all the time? Was he also a huge snob?

Danny found himself wondering about all this as his cousin, Barry, approached him from where he lounged under a tree. Barry was a little more reserved than the rest of the Sexbangs, preferring to watch rather than participate. He still knew how to have a good time, though.

“What are you doing here?” Barry asked, settling down beside Danny. “Weren’t you with that girl earlier?”

“Oh yeah. Rosaline, I think her name was,” Danny yawned, stretching. “Yup. She went home.”

Barry nodded. “Gotcha.”

The pair sat for a moment, enjoying the beautiful weather, before another pair of footsteps was heard and then Brian was grinning down at them.

Brian was another cousin of theirs, and he had a sadistic streak a mile long. His favorite activity was initiating conflict with the Neverbone family. “All in good fun,” Brian would claim, his eyes glittering mischievously.

“Hey, you shits,” Brian grinned. “Have you heard? The Neverbones are throwing a huge soiree tonight.”

“Again?” Danny asked, surprised. “They just had a dance last week. I would’ve thought they’d be too prim to throw another one so soon.”

“Yeah, they might be called partiers like those damn Sexbangs,” Brian cackled. “But this isn’t just any party. Rumor says he’s supposed to be there tonight. It’s his birthday.”

Barry sat up. “Who’s?”

Brian smirked. “The son of the head of the house. Arin Neverbone.”

Danny’s pulse quickened. “Really? He’ll actually be there?”

“So the rumor goes. I think it’s good information, though, because I confirmed the fact that it’s actually his birthday. What better birthday gift from the Sexbangs than to make his party a little more…interesting?”

Danny got to his feet, a grin already splitting across his face. “What kind of party is it?”

“The best kind. A masquerade ball.”

“So, there’ll be a few extra masks on the dance floor tonight.”

Brian smirked. “I’ve already got the costumes. How d’you feel about being a bard?”

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A few hours later, Danny found himself decked out in a bright blue bard outfit with a red star on the front. His boots were white and his mask was blue. His curly hair had frizzed out, framing his face.

“We gotta tie this back,” Brian mumbled, yanking back Danny’s mane. “The hair’s a dead giveaway. You need your cape, too.”

A simple white cape that only went halfway down his back completed the outfit. Danny admired himself in a long mirror. You couldn’t even tell it was him.

“This is kind of dull for a costume, though,” Danny complained. “It needs some fluff and a bigger cape. Some more interesting shoes, too, and this costume could be more low-cut.”

“You forget we’re trying to sneak into a Neverbone party,” Brian grunted, putting on his ninja costume. “It has to look “modest and presentable” or those damn snobs will pick you out right away.”

Danny grunted in acknowledgement, smoothing out his costume. “I guess. I can’t wait to find Arin Neverbone. I’ve always wondered what kind of person he is.”

“He’s a Neverbone.” Brian shrugged. “He’s a snobby brat. My guess he’s a spoiled little boy that was waited on hand and foot. I’ll bet he doesn’t want to see common folk and that’s why he’s locked away all the damn time.”

“To be fair, he might just be following orders from his parents,” Barry put in, finishing slipping into his samurai costume. “They must be really strict.”

“Either way,” Danny replied, staring at his masked face, “he’ll be getting a few new party guests tonight.”

Brian let out a whooping laugh. “This’ll be the best goddamn birthday he’s ever had!”

Post catws, after failing to find Bucky for about 5 months, Steve comes home from the grocery store and checks his answer phone messages while he puts stuff away. The first one is Fury informing him of another mission the day after next, the second is drunk Tony demanding he comes to the party, and a few other random ones that Steve listens to, until the sixth message, which starts with a few seconds of silence, before rapid fire Russian, Steve knows its Bucky.

Ten minutes later, Steve is playing the message for Nat, who wears a serious expression at first before she starts laughing and looking up at Steve with an odd expression. Steve is getting increasingly frustrated and demands to hear it from the start, so he plays it again and listens to the angry Russian for a few seconds before Nat pauses it.

“Direct translation?” She asks and Steve nods. “‘You fucking meatball, what were you thinking covering a grenade with your body, like you are some unlimited resource, and can be spared. What the fuck were you thinking, I leave you alone for five minutes…’ do you want me to continue?”

Basically the two minute long message is Bucky angry ranting at Steve in Russian for all the dumb shit he remembers. “’I know you stole my shirt you asshole.’” Is the last thing Nat translates before the call abruptly ends. “What shirt?” Nat asks but Steve doesn’t say anything, instead he stands up to retrieve the aforementioned shirt to show Nat, Bucky’s shirt that he stole before Bucky went to war, since it smelt like him…. 

“That little shit stole it back! He fucking stole it!” Steve yells as he walks out of his room, and Nat doubles over laughing.

Possessive Audrey Imagine

Bookstores were your favorite place in the world. It was the only quiet place you could get to sometimes, and knowing that every single book that surrounded you held stories of other worlds and different possibilities. No matter which one you picked up, you knew it would take you to some place completely separate from where you currently resided.

               The only time you didn’t feel like you needed to escape was when you were with Audrey. You two had been together for around a year and a half now, and while most people at that point felt their relationship start to die down and dwindle, that feeling of firsts and excitement never went away. You two always made time for each other and made sure you understood what was happening with the other. Both of you had been through a lot, so it was important that you had your own space but also communicated when you didn’t want to be alone. However, sometimes, you still just needed to get away.

               You texted her before you had left to the local bookstore to let her know where you’d be if she wanted to come by in a couple hours. You had your eye on a book for the last couple weeks and finally decided to buy it. They had a little corner next to the coffee shop that was made for reading, making it a perfect place for you to lose yourself and forget all the drama that seemed to take over your life. Once you had purchased your book and your favorite cup of coffee, you curled yourself into a chair and flipped to the first page. All the noise around you muted, all of your attention completely focused on this new story you had been dying to get into.

               The store was pretty calm for the most part, so that made it easy for you to go unnoticed and have minimal interruptions. When you checked the time you’d realized a couple hours had gone by and you were about 250 pages in. Audrey would be by soon, and just like always you started smiling with a rush of butterflies coming to your stomach at her pending arrival. You put the bookmark she had made you into your book and placed it on the table next to you. Stretching your arms above your head you began to stand up and gather your things.

               “That’s a great book.” A woman came and sat next to you before you had the chance to get up. She was about your height, had piercing green eyes and beautiful blonde hair. She smiled at you before she continued, “Have you read anything else by that author?”

               “Um, no, not yet. I just started reading this today so I haven’t had the chance to check the other stuff out yet.” You smiled back at her, trying to be polite.

               “You just started and you’re more than half way done? Impressive. I noticed you when I came in and you seemed completely engulfed in it, it was adorable. I’m not used to seeing gorgeous girls being so open about their love for reading.” She moved some of her hair behind her ears. “My name is Savannah, by the way.”

               “Y/N. Nice to meet you. I tend to get a little into whatever I’m reading. You know what, my-“

               “Let me show you the rest of what the author has written. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Savannah smiled as she stood up waiting to lead you to the other section of the store. You glanced over at the door to see if Audrey had shown up yet, but it was still empty and quiet where she would normally wait for you.

               “Um…yeah, alright. I can’t stay lo-“ She cut you off by spewing off some information about the author you had been reading. You walked over to the area where Savannah pointed you, checking the door once more before turning away.

               “He’s written a few books like the one you have. This one is my favorite.” She pointed to one that you had been interested in.

               “Oh yeah, I’ve been looking forward to reading that one. I think that one was recommended by a friend of mine after she told me to get this one.” You politely smiled at her and let her continue with her explanation.

               “Yeah, it’s the best one in my opinion. A few of the other ones, these ones right here, those are good but they’re completely different than anything else he’s written. It’s kind of like he wanted to see where he could go with his writing instead of sticking with the same types of stories repeatedly.” You nodded your head as she stepped closer to you, invading the bubble that you had subconsciously made.

               “That’s cool. I’ll have to check those out. I really do have to get going, though…” You tried stepping away but she put her hands on your triceps.

               “What’s the rush? You like this author right? There’s another one you might be interested in just a few shelves down.” She removed her hands and stepped back again, making you feel slightly more comfortable than you had been before.

               “I really do appreciate you showing me these things, but-“ You started to back away pointing at the door behind you.

               “Hey, babe. How’s it going over here?” Audrey showed up behind you, snaking her arm around your waist and pulling you close. She kept her eyes on Savannah as she kissed your cheek.

               “I was just showing her some of the other stuff this author has written. I noticed her reading when I came in and thought she’d be interested.” Savannah smiled but kept her eyes on you.

               “I got that book I’ve been telling you about for the past couple weeks. Apparently the guy has written some more so it looks like I’m going to have to spend more money next month.” You smiled at your girlfriend, aware that she was trying to get Savannah away from you. It wasn’t like her to be so affectionate in public. A hug or a quick kiss, sure. Keeping her arm around your waist and kissing your cheek, not so much.

               “She looked so cute when she was reading I thought she’d love to see the other books-“ Savannah started and you felt Audrey’s arm stiffen around you as she moved some of her hair away from her eyes.

               “That’s great, babe. I’m glad you found more books. Now, if you’d excuse us, we’re going to head out now.” Audrey started leading you away from Savannah.

               “She was the one that came back here with me, you know.” Savannah had a smug look on her face. As soon as you opened your mouth to respond, Audrey grabbed your face and kissed you like she had been starving for air. Your knees went weak and you grabbed her hips and dug your fingers in. When she broke away from you, she laced her fingers between yours and started to walk to the other side of Savannah.

               “And I’m going to the be the one that takes her home.” Audrey whispered in Savannah’s ear as you both continued to walk past her. You suppressed a laugh and squeezed her hand.

               “Nice to see you, too.” You smiled at her as you made your way outside.

               “Sorry, I saw her grab your arms and kind of lost it for a bit.” She sounded slightly embarrassed when she held the door open for you.

               “I didn’t say I was upset. It was hot.” Her face started turning red even with the cold air outside. You both walked across the parking lot to her car when you had an idea. You blocked her from getting into the driver’s seat, smirking as she looked at you with confusion etched on her face. “Take me home and I’ll show you that I’m yours and only yours.” You whispered in her ear and heard her breath catch. When you looked back at her, her eyes had grown dark and almost primal.

               “We better get going then.” She had a coy smile on her face as you made your way to the other side of the car.