look at that little girls face

Unconditionally, it’s just me and you.

This is a reader x kylo ren fanfiction. It’s set right after Kylo waks up from the fight in the throne room with snoke and rey from tlj. This what happens if the reader was there and how kylo would seem rather than in the movie where he is angsty little kid. :)) enjoy!

“Well isn’t this wonderful. You ranked up.” She said monotonal, looking beyond him at the damaged that was displayed across the floor. The damage him and the girl did. How sweet.  

“Is it?” He kept looking out the vas window into the galaxy, no, not the galaxy but her. I just shrugged and looked at his face. He was trying to connect with her. Again. She obviously left and didn’t want to chit chat.  

“I can hear your thoughts. They are very loud." 

"So, you’ve told me before.” I say as I roll my eyes at his stupid comment.  

“Then why do you persist?" 

"Why do you?!” I said back giving him a taste of his bitter medicine. He looks at me with confusion written in the creases of his face. Humph. I walk away from him not wanting to be in the presence of this dumb puppy looking for a lost toy. I walked out the deathly-smelling throne room and went to the main station of the ship.  

I arrived at the main station and got busy to distract myself of the big baby I left in the throne room. Why can’t he walk in here and claim his new rank and finally do what we have all been dying to do. Forget the girl. She’s just one person of the rebellion that we have still yet to defeat or has he forgotten about that. 

“Lady Ren.” Someone said as they tapped my shoulder. I turned and it was Hux. Ugh what did he want? Is crying over not becoming supreme leader. Like he would ever rank at such.  

“Yes, Hux?” I said nonchalantly.  

“It seems like you are in charge of our next course of action. Ren has matters to attend to before…” Hux comes on closer and whispers, “His big announcement of recent events." 

I nod and prepare to look at our place in accordance to what course of action would be best to take next. "Oh, it seems as now you are commander, but all that everyone else needs to know is that you are just executing Kylo's plans. ” He said bitterly before barging off to yell at someone.  

I say we follow after the rebel's ship like we have been doing. Word was sent that they are going to seek refuge. Too bad that’s to be jeopardized too. I take action and make sure they are being carried out. Then I set off to find Crylo.  

After two hours of walking around the ship, since I wasn’t all that interested in finding him eagerly after earlier, I find him in the meditation room. Weird place to cry if you ask me but whatever.  

“Y'know I can still hear them."  

"Oh, I count on it.” I smile. I lean my head in my hand that is resting on my leg as I sit crisscrossed in front of him.  

“Have you executed the plans?" 

"Yes, you sent them to me.” He nods and proceeds to his meditation. I can tell he is concentrating hard.  

“Still no luck, huh? Maybe you just aren't that smooth as you think." I shrug and trace circles on the ground.  

"Shut up. You love my moves." 

"Pfft and so did the transfigure alien at the bar when you were 17.” He stopped meditating and lifted me up with the force. 

“Hey! Stop!” I yelled at him and crossed my arms. I hated when he did this to me unexpectedly. He stands up and I'm still crisscrossed but eye level with him. 

“I think…” He leans his face closer to mine. I almost stop breathing, but I'm too mad so my face gets more flushed than before. “you are jealous.” He smirks. That irks me and I put my hand out to slap him but he catches it and pulls me forward into a kiss. At first, I wasn’t falling for it but then again, he is a really good kisser and I kissed him back. He let the force hold on me go and let me latch onto his body. I wrapped my limbs around him to keep the kiss going which led it to be more passionate than it initially was supposed to be.  

“You have nothing to be jealous about. You are my everything and my only one. I love you. I always have since I met you. You’re the one I want unconditionally by my side not her despite what you might think.” I smile and hug Kylo. He is mine and I am his. Unconditionally, of course.  

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She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things, and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

May I ask for a scenario of what Hide would be like if he had a daughter?

requested by the lovely @pokemelody

“Wait, hold on. You have chocolate on your face!” Hideyoshi grabs his little girl as she tries to totter away. “It’ll spoil your dress.”

She is, of course, wearing the lavender princess gown Touka and Kaneki bought her. Complete with fairy wings.

“Daddy,” she giggles. Her yellow-orange hair matches his perfectly, though it’s significantly more curly. Princess curls, he likes to tell her. Her face looks like his as a kid, too - and it’s not marred by scars. 

“Thank you for the ice-cream, Daddy,” she murmurs, leaning her head against his chest.

Hide’s breath catches. He still can’t believe this precious child is his. 

“Don’t tell Mommy,” he jokes.

“Daddy! We don’t keep secrets.” She pokes him on his nose. 

“Good girl.” He places her back on the ground. “Now, look what I brought:  bubbles!” 

She squeals with delight. She can be a true fairy princess, complete with bubbles.

Hide races around the park, blowing bubbles until she’s tired of dancing in them.  Then he shows her how to blow gently enough to release the iridescent orbs to the sky.

When she finally releases one small one, she sighs. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too.” 

I don’t usually have interesting dreams but the other night I had this one the other night abt this tiefling girl that looked like this

And she was going to like a fantasy version of my college and she rode a ripstick down to the beach while looking at her phone like a badass. But at the beach there were these 3 guys made out of wet sand that looked kinda like this

They were making this little mud/sand pillars in a rectangular pit they had dug out and a bunch of people had stopped to watch

But when the tiefling girl stopped to watch they noticed and started talking to each other like “is that the one we want” and “yeah she’s the one” (all their “speech” appeared as like rpg dialogue with their face and the text next to it)

So the one with the little head came up behind her and knocked her out with a big lump of wet sand I think

She woke up in like the back of a little shop that seemed to be empty but Mightve once sold crappy souvenirs idk and this thing was on the ceiling

It landed on her face and injected part of itself into her ear like some kind of alien parasite before landing in a nearby chair and morphing into this

Basically it wanted her to run errands for it because I guess its sand henchmen couldn’t leave the beach for long

But like all the errands were just buying it stupid shit and the girl was despairing because it would force her to miss her classes and use her own money. The only thing I remember her getting was this $30 box of “medicine” that turned out to be tiny sausages in anime themed wrappers

Idk what it means but I’m kinda invested this premise now

lost cause {s.r}

summary: the reader sends nudes to steve when he’s at work and he becomes a flustered little shit
pairing(s): steve rogers x reader 
listen to: movement - us (trust me, the song makes it a lit reading experience)
word count: 2.8k
warning(s): UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it kids!), dirty talk, language
notes: i tried something a little different and wrote in 3rd person. idk what you guys prefer so just lmk :) also, writing this made me feel some type of way. hope you enjoy!

The first one comes at two o’clock. 

Steve is walking down the hallway with Bucky in tow, both sweaty from their workout in the training facility. Lunch is at the forefront of their minds and they are throwing suggestions back and forth as they amble up to their rooms. Showers are a definite necessity. When the soft ping of an incoming text rings through the hall, Steve pulls his phone out and glances down at the screen. 

The 21st century still confuses the hell out of him, sometimes, but he has at least some technological proficiency, and when he sees who has texted him he stops walking. (Y/N) never texts him in the middle of the afternoon. Bucky glances over at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” he asks, hands in his pockets as he watches his friend.

Steve purses his mouth, “It’s from (Y/N).  I’ll look at it later.” Conversations with his fairly long term girlfriend usually last a while. She likes to tell him what she’s up to at the hospital where she works, and he likes to hear her stories. It’s surprising, how much drama a hospital setting can incur. 

Bucky gives him an almost cringing look, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Dames don’t like being ignored.” 

Steve laughs. So much has changed, in the world and between them, and yet here they are. Bucky’s still giving him relationship advice and Steve is still treading with so much uncertainty around dating. “Women aren’t the same as they used to be, Buck,” he says. 

Bucky just smirks and rolls his eyes, “The women didn’t change, Steve; they just got empowered.” They don’t say anything more on the subject though, and when Steve returns to his suite he tosses his phone on the bed and goes for a shower, almost forgetting about the unopened text entirely. But by the time he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing behind him, Bucky’s words come back to bite him in the ass. He sits on the edge of the bed and glances at his phone, only to see that there are two more texts. A jolt of worry suddenly hits him at that – perhaps he should have opened the original one the moment he got it instead of taking his shower first.  

What if something’s happened at the hospital and (Y/N) needs him? He grabs his phone and opens the texts without a second thought…only to start coughing the moment they load. He hadn’t been expecting this.

Stockinged legs stretch out on the screen. Her ankles are crossed and vibrant red heels are on display. There’s so much leg that Steve feels his face redden as he stares. If she’d taken the picture any higher…“Oh God,” he mumbles, and looks at the message beneath the picture.

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If something ever gets me sad and crying treat me just like Im a little baby to get me back to my smiley little self, so please

🍼Pop my paci in my mouth

⭐️Try to make my laugh with silly faces

🌼Play peek-a-boo with me

✨“Come on, wheres my smiley little girl?”

🍰“You want some juice and your binkie??”

🌟Put on my favorite little space show

☀️“Lookie baby! Look whats on the tv!”

🍁”How about we go to the park, hm?”

🌻 “How about daddy make you a yummy little snack?”

☁️”Does somebody need a nap?”

🍑”Come here baby, come cuddle with daddy”

🍒Hug me

🍉Rub my back and shh me

🍓Bounce me on your knee

Just anything to distract me and make me feel little, giggley and smiley again 💕

im-basic-but-ur-the-bitch  asked:

Hello, friend. I was wondering if you had any advice on adding a creep factor to a story? I'm trying to make a novella I'm writing creepy without it being obviously so. Like, you know how some things are unnerving and you can't explain why? I want it sort of like that.

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Hello, friend! The thing about writing with “creep factor“ is the fact that different things creep different people out. A person who might be terrified of old porcelain dolls is can be completely unfazed by masked murderers and vice versa.

Keep this in mind whenever you write scary stories, so that you know that it’s not going to scare EVERYONE. This will help make sure that you’re not overwhelmed or daunted by making your story eerie, since you know that it’s not going to please all of the people that read it.

With that said, let’s launch into two things that will make your scary story even scarier.

1. Setting

Setting is key when it comes to making your story extra creepy; a story set in an abandoned mental asylum during a midnight storm is way scarier than a story set in a pretty garden on a sunny day.

However, the setting of your story doesn’t have to be the classic cemetery or haunted mansion. In fact, those settings in scary/eerie stories are so predictable that they’re almost cliche by this point.

Don’t be afraid to spice up your setting! A part of your story that could make it eerie is that it’s set in a place that isn’t normally scary but can be under certain conditions.

For example, a nursery school is a nice, fun place with happy children, colorful walls and pictures, and arts and crafts. However, it becomes an entirely different place if you’re locked in at night and there are children laughing despite the fact that the last students left over eight hours ago.

Places that seem benevolent during the day transform at night or during a storm, when the shadows stretch across the walls and manipulate what you see.

What places make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up whenever you’re there? What places only freak you out under certain conditions?

In this case with writing, I encourage you to draw upon your own feelings. What factors would make a seemingly harmless room turn into a horrorshow? If you get the chills reading over your story, chances are that your readers will too.

Here are some settings/things that personally creep me out and perhaps will creep you guys out, too:

- Long, dark hallways

- Antique mirrors

- Forests at night

- Abandoned paths

- Literally any fucking abandoned place like highkey get me the fuck out of there

- A room that’s empty except for a creepy thing sitting in the center like a doll or something

- Being alone in dark houses, even if that house is your own

- Living room with the lights off, nothing illuminating it except the TV that’s showing static

- Stuffed animals that have been mutilated

- Footprints belonging to no one

- Disembodied voices

- fucking SCAMPERING like holy shit on those let’s plays I shit my pants whenever I hear a little kid/animal/whatever the fuck skittering around somewhere behind me

- Breathing that isn’t your own

- Old mansions that creak in the wind

- Cemeteries, especially when you’re standing over a grave and expect hands to reach up and grab your ankle

- Deserted streets and alleyways

- Dead end streets lit but nothing but street lamps

- Empty parks at night

- Houses lit only by candlelight

- Normal rooms but you know someone has died in there/ there have been hauntings in there before

- Things looking through the window, especially humanoids with glowing eyes

- Footsteps running toward you in the dark

2. Company

Sometimes, the people within the story can be the deciding factor on it being creepy. This includes both the villains, the heroes, and the morally ambiguous peeps in between.

Some people are creepier than others, and some people are unsettled by different things, and once again you should choose what best fits your story and what creeps you out the most. Would you be more scared of an axe-wielding man in a mask standing at the end of your hallway or two black-eyed little girls holding hands.

Here are some people/characteristics about people and creatures that would personally freak me out and may freak you out, too:

- Large, empty eyes

-Open/gaping mouths

- Contorted bodies

- Fast skittering and crawling instead of walking

- Stringy hair

- Sallow, shriveled faces

- Sharp teeth

- White eyes/ no eyes/ completely black eyes

- Basically look at the illustrations of any “Scary stories to tell in the dark” book and you’ll get what I mean

- Suspicious/eerie dialogue


Holy shit I’m writing this at night and just had to go get up and close my door because it’s behind me and I was afraid something was going to creep up and pounce on me. Thanks guys.


- A blurb in which Harry is a single dad of a very shy daughter. That is, until she meets Y/n

OK IMAGINE THIS. harry is a single dad after his girlfriend passed away/left him. his daughter is really shy and still kind suffering from not having her mother around. and one day they’re at the grocery store or the park and they bump into y/n and his daughter gets all shy and so y/n leans down and starts talking with her and she gets her to laugh and harry is just all flustered and emotional bc no strange had ever done that before

“Now, sweetums, would you like the dinosaur egg oatmeal or the cinnamon apple? I know you love both but we’re leaving in a week to spend some time with grandma and I don’t want any to go to waste.”

He holds both packages out in front of him for Amelia to look even though he already knows the answer. She’s an absolute sucker for the dinosaur egg oatmeal and always has been since she could chew, even though Harry didn’t understand the hype.

And just as he thought, Amelia squeals and grips the dinosaur egg oatmeal in her tiny hands, shaking the box with excitement.

He chuckles to himself, shaking his head softly before taking the box from her and placing it in the trolly. He grips the handle harshly with one hand while holding onto Amelia’s with the other, rounding the corner of the aisle as his eyes stay on the food on display.

“Alright then, sweets. Want anything else before we leave for grandmas? Don’t want you to be hungry of anything—“

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BTS(Hyung Line)|| Mafia!AU|| Their wife is super badass

Request:  Oh my god I just found your blog and I absolutely love your writings (ESPECIALLY the mafia stuff 😍🙌🏻) I was wondering if you could write something where they are Mafia bosses and the s/o is their wife They are very protective and not really want their s/o to be around the pent house when they do business… but then something goes wrong while the wife is in the house and it turns out she is super badass (like with a gun or something) and they’re completely taken back but in a good way? :)

A/N: Nawwww *_* Thank youu….This really made my day. I hope I made it like you imagined ^^ 

Also, I’ll do the Maknae Line soon, it’s just that I’m  excited to post again and I need some inspiration for them ^^

Gifs aren’t mine.

Seokjin: Faith has always been his highest priority. Faith decided everything. Life. Death. Love. Hate. Worth it or worthless. And most of his trust belonged to you, along with his heart and his soul. You were his everything and you were his alone. But there was one small problem… He was the head of one of the most infamous Mafias. And he was your husband, who would solve most of his problems  with…less legal tools. But he always tried his best to keep it all away from you. To make you the normal part of his life, where he could hide himself once it was too much. And it often was.

His attempt of discredition however, failed.

He never brought work home, or at least you thought so. You were supposed to be on a weekend trip with your sister, but her husband broke his leg and she put her everything into treating him like her child, including scolding him for being this clumsy. Thats why you decided to come back home one day earlier, excited to spent some time with your always-busy husband. But your carefree mood got destroyed as two guns welcomed you in your shared apartment, with two tall men holding them. You froze for a moment before you took action, throwing your luggage into their faces before you sprinted towards the living room and took the gun you hid behind the cushions for situations like this. You pointed it at the right one, while the left one pinted his at you. You heard and felt nothing but the blood rushing through your veins and in your ears. Suddenly the door leading into Jin’s office slammed open and he stormed out, followed by another man. He had to realize the situation for a moment before he rushed to your side, not paying any attention to the now confused henchman at all. 

He stood in front of you and put his hands on the front part of the gun while smirking at you. 

“Looks like my girl has some hidden talents. Did they really aim at you? Do you want them to pay for it?”

Yoongi: Being with him was complicated. He was complicated. And he knew that. That was one of the main reasons why he loved you like he did. It was complicated, maybe even toxic. But it was love. 

The fact that he was the big boss of the Korean mafia should’ve made you feel like the most secure person in the world, but in fact, it didn’t.

A loud ‘Bang’ woke you from your peaceful slumber. Half asleep your hand slid beside you to be welcomed with cold sheets insted of the warm presence of your husband. This wouldn’t have worried you as much, since he usually wakes up early, but the second ‘Bang’ made you realize that someone was aggresively knocking on your front door. And considering who you were and who he was it terrified you. But you also knew that there was no time for a panic attack. You had to do something. You took the gun placed under Yoongis pillow and made your way into the living room, the light tapping of your naked feet got drowned out by the next angry knock. Still no sight of your husband. 

You slowly creeped to the door, put your hand on the handle and opened the door when you met the face of a familair looking man who was more than surprised to see you with a gun pointing at him. Before any of you could do or say something, two arms hugged you from behind and a low whisper made your legs go weak:

“Oh Doll, what do you think you’re doing, aiming at my best man? Such a bad girl…”

Hoseok: Being with Hoseok was like riding a rollercoaster. Many up’s and down’s, filled with ecstasy and adrenaline. You were his rock. His little girl, the only thing that kept him from becoming as heartless as he had to be for his job. Little did he knew that you also had your “secrets”.

You were in the kitchen, cutting onions for dinner, while he had some “work” to do. He actually had a meeting with a client in his office, what you disliked, since your home was privat area, but reasoning with Hoseok was one of the worst things you could do. He always had a killing argument, or at least was able to sway you, far too often by kisses and his…other qualities. Thats why you let him do his thing, under the condition that everything including blood, murder or guns wouldn’t be part of the meeting. 

You hummed softly while you swayed your hips in the rhythm of the music, when a loud crack startled you. You froze for a moment before you made your way to Hoseoks office. Suddenly, the door opened and a man, probably the client, run out, directly towards you. You, on the other hand, sensed, that something must’ve gon wrong, thats why you catched at his arm and turned him around. The unexpected move made him fall to the ground, and you used this to your advantage, sitting on his back while using the knive you still had to press it to his throat. Not enough to make him bleed, but enough to show him that any move could change that.

You suddenly got interrupted by a low chuckle and looked up to see your beloved husband standing there, observing the scene in front of him.

“I thought no blood and murder, Jagi? Come on kitten, let that pig live. The carpet is far too expensive.”

Namjoon: Don’t think this makes up how much you fucked up today, Namjoon.”,you hissed while he still attacked your neck with kisses. 

“I know babygirl.”, his lips vibrated against your skin as a low chuckle left his throat, ”but I will make it up.” With one last kiss he left you to return to the table, where a bunch of other man sat. And that was the problem. Being the leader of the Mafia, Namjoon rarely spent time with you. This day however, was supposed to be your day, but he somehow managed to forget that he invited his members to discuss whatever. You didn’t even wanted to know. You were furious, to say the least, and if it wouldnt have been members of the mafia, with guns visuably attached to their belts, you would have kicked them out the moment they entered, but here you were, all dolled up for a nice dinner, but insted you poured yourself some of Namjoons Whiskey in a glass and angrily gulped it down.

As the evening went on you disappeared into the bedroom to kill time, but eventually decided, after you tolerated the guests for 5(!) hours, that enough was enough. Still wearing your red, tight dress you made your way in the living room where all of them convened. You were greeted with the smoke of cigarretes and the penetrating scent of alkohol. 

As you were about to make your way towards Namjoon, who’s gaze already lingered on you, you had to pass them all. One of them however, just had to had to step over the line. The loud smack his hand made when it came in contact with your ass stopped the time in the room. Everyone, including Joon and you had to realize that this just happened. And you were the first one to do so. You turned around and stared at the man who just gave you a reason to finally let go of it all. Your body now completely faced him and a small smirk left your lips before his head viciously kissed the wooden table. But that wasn’t enough to ease you. With a loud ‘Bang’ he fell from his chair and you took one of the empty beer botles to show this bastard who you were. 

Namjoon, however, who was about to kill the man, smirked at the picture in front of him. When one of his man asked why he wouldn’t stop you he chuckled:

“Nah, It’s too early.”

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Welcome to the Four Horsemen collab fic! Each of us will be writing and posting parts of this story, but you never know who is going to post the next part, so keep your eyes peeled on all of our blogs!

Dot: @stevesdacre

Emma: @hairringtonsteve

Lidi: @letmeletmetrashyourlove

Rachael: @dacrethehalls

PART ONE (this one!)

PART TWO (tba)



billy hargrove x reader & steve harrington x reader 

fic summary: the reader is the new girl at hawkins, and let’s just say that she ends up catching the eye of a few boys in school. 

word count: 1, 773

a/n: so, surprise! this is going to be an interesting fic, because we’ve all agreed that no one actually knows what’s going to happen. the only person that’s read this is @stevesdacre because she edited it. lidi and rachael have no idea what’s going to happen, and only the person writing it controls what happens next. so i’ve got no idea what’s going to happen from here on out! be sure to follow everyone else because it’s a surprise as to who’s going to post next - and honestly i’m the worst at remembering this stuff. rachael and lidi have harassed me like 20 times bc i keep asking questions.

“There’s nothing to worry about. Everything’s going to be the exact same.”

Mom kept saying that over and over again as we packed up the car and drove from Antioch, California to our new home in Hawkins. It had been three days of reassurances that everything would be fine, that Christmas would be the same, and that nothing would change. Which was fine and dandy, except for the fact that I was stuck with explaining to Matty that yes, Santa would find us despite us moving so close to Christmas, and no, he wouldn’t get coal for whispering fuck as we pulled away from the only home we’d ever known.

I was also stuck with the honor of getting Matty ready for school, which meant waking up a half hour early and rooting through the closet for something that would suffice for the freezing temperatures of Hawkins.

I ended up having to feed the kid breakfast too, which had been an issue all on its own. The worst, though, was getting this kid ready for the bus.

“Do you think Dad will be here soon?” Matty asked me, looking up at me with his big, brown eyes. I held out his coat and motioned for him to shove his arms through. Neither of our coats were very thick, but they did the trick for the most part.

“Mom said he just needed to finish up at work, remember?” My stomach twisted at the sidestepping, but Matty didn’t know about the heated, whispered conversations at two in the morning, or how Dad hadn’t actually slept in the house for two weeks. “Everything’s going to the same, trust me.”

I was going to throw up.

“You’re sure that Santa will find us, right? Did you send him the new address?” 

“Of course I did. I’m not stupid. One of the elves called last night and said we didn’t even have to do that. They keep tabs on all the first graders.”

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Fandom: Star Wars

Character(s): Kylo Ren

Pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

Summary: A new prisoner aboard the Supremacy is like a black hole to Kylo Ren. He can’t resist the gravitational pull.

Originally posted by teardropsfallen

Notes: I don’t like how short this is and the development of Ren here, but I needed to ‘get it out of my system.’

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it (and Merry Christmas)!

It had happened slowly, at first. So slowly that you could almost ignore it, if you chose to. By the time it was noticeable, it was too late. It was dangerous.

It was something that Kylo Ren had never imagined would happen to him.

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Bad Decisions (Grayson Dolan)

New Grayson Dolan Series!

Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande

Originally posted by dolangram

Grayson Dolan. Two words came to mind when someone said his name. Bad Boy. He was the guy every girl wanted and the guy ever other guy wanted to be. He could walk into a room and all eyes were instantly on him. He didn’t earn the reputation of being a bad boy by just standing there. He was often doing bad things like skipping school and getting in fights. I guess that was attractive to the girls though because they all wanted him, however Grayson showed no interest in the many beautiful and quite easy girls that threw themselves at him all the time. In fact he only looked at one girl. That girl was me. 

“Grayson Dolan actually showed up today what a surprise.” my best and only friend said as she sat down beside me. 

“and why would I care?” I asked giving her a look. 

“cause you’re like his muse or something, I’m so jealous.” she said opening her binder.

I didn’t believe that at all. He just gave me a stare down every once and awhile. I don’t know why he would like a girl like me anyways. I was too shy to even talk to a guy and pretty much spent all my free time in the library studying. I was a nerd, a nobody, but Grayson he wasn’t just anybody, he was a big deal in our small town. He was quite different from his twin brother Ethan who was captain of the football team and probably the nicest kid in school. 

“whatever you say.” I said rolling my eyes. 

as If on queue Grayson comes strolling in the room making sure to give me a small smile before taking his seat at the back of the classroom. Ethan came in directly after him taking his usual spot at the front of the classroom beside me. 

“alright class since it’s getting closer to middle of the year we are going to do a midterm project.” our history teacher Mrs. Hall announced to the class.

groans were heard from all of the students well except for me. I didn’t mind doing projects because I liked to be creative with my knowledge. 

“now don’t worry you will be doing these projects in partners.” Mrs. Hall said making the students perk up.

I was the one to groan this time. I hated partner work because I always got stuck with the worst partners. 

“okay pick your partners quickly.” She said turning to the chalkboard. 

I looked immediately towards my only friend but she had already partnered up with her boyfriend Shawn. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Grayson smiling at me. . 

I was shocked that he even approached me. 

“how about you and I be partners?” He said offering me an innocent smile. 

I gulped as he stared me down. I could see the girls standing behind him practically begging him to be their partner so they could spend alone time with him. 

“uh me?” I asked not sure if he was actually talking to me.

“yes you silly.” He said chuckling a bit. 

I bet my face was as red as a tomato by now. Grayson has never said a word to me but here he was asking me to be his partner. 

“so is that a yes or a no?” He asked still looking at me.

Suddenly I was hit in the head with a paper ball. I turned around to see a couple girls snickering.

“who the hell threw that?” Grayson growled clenching his jaw. 

the snickering immediately died down as Grayson took a seat beside me.

“we’re going to be partners okay?” He said giving me a smile.

“okay.” I said just above a whisper.

“so you do talk.” Grayson said laughing. 

“uh yeah.” I said again just barely above a whisper. 

He was about to respond when Mrs. Hall cut him off. 

“alright class here is the rubric and the directions for the project, I will assign you a location and you must create a project that shows what that location is best known for. I will give you the rest of the class to discuss with your partner about what you will be doing.” She said passing out the papers. 

I looked at our location. Paris France. 

“ah the city of love, what could we do? wink wink.” Grayson said wiggling his eyebrows. 

I started laughing making him smile at me. I immediately stopped laughing when I saw him staring. 

“you have a nice laugh.” Grayson said giving me a smile. 

“thanks.” I said shyly looking at my notebook. 

“so partner what should we do for this project?” He asked looking at the textbook.

I saw his brow furrow as he looked through the text book. Grayson skipped a lot of classes so it wasn’t a surprise that he had no idea what was going on in any of his classes. He let out a frustrated groan as he turned the book. 

“are you okay?” I shyly asked looking at him. 

“uh I just have a bit of dyslexia it’s no biggie.” He said closing the book.

I felt bad for him. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal but it totally was. He was struggling to read. I was about to respond when the bell rang signaling the end of class. Grayson and I didn’t even decide what we were doing for our project yet. It was lunch time which means I would go to the library.

“yo dude let’s go.” Grayson’s buddies said grabbing his shoulder. 

Grayson gave me a smile before walking out of the classroom. I grabbed my books and my lunch bag before heading to the library. I walked in giving the librarian Mrs. Lee a small smile. I sat at one of the tables before taking out the sandwich I made myself. I was quiet as I read a novel I’d already read a thousand times and ate my sandwich. Suddenly the chair beside me is pulled out and someone sits down. 

“so this is what the library looks like.” 

I turn to see Grayson smiling at me holding his lunch tray. 

“what are you doing here?” I asked him shyly.

“well we never decided what we were doing for our project and I don’t know about you but I would like a good grade.” Grayson said.

“since when do you care about grades?” I asked him laughing a little bit. 

“since I skipped too much school and now I’m doomed to repeat this grade unless I get good grades for the rest of the year.” He said smirking. 

“fair point, so what do you want to do?” I asked him. 

“you do know you’re the smart one between the two of us.” He said laughing. 

“well it’s Paris so we obviously have to incorporate the Eiffel Tower but what could we do to show the city of love?” I asked as I looked through the textbook.

“well how about we make the Eiffel Tower out of hearts?” Grayson said smiling. 

“that’s actually a really good idea.” I said writing it in my notebook. 

“really? I don’t have many of those.” He said making me laugh. 

I noticed Grayson staring at me laughing making me stop and grow shy again.

I started a rough sketch of the Eiffel Tower made completely of hearts. I noticed Grayson staring at me, making my cheeks flush red. I was about to respond when we were surrounded. I looked up to see some of the jocks glaring down Grayson. 

“Grayson Dolan in the library, well there is quite a sight.” Nate one of the star basketball players said. 

“you’re going soft Grayson.” One of the other boys said. 

“want to test that theory?” Grayson growled clenching his fists. 

I didn’t know what was happening so I did what I always did when I was nervous and started to shrink away. 

“oh are we scaring you?” Nate asked looking at me. 

Grayson got up pulling me by the arm so I was behind him now. 

“leave her alone.” Grayson growled. 

His hand was still on my arm making my heart race a thousand miles per hour. 

“You shouldn’t have messed with Brody’s girlfriend.” Nate said standing up. 

“Brody’s girl threw herself at me, not surprisingly Brody’s a dick much like the rest of you. I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her and she was ugly crying, not my fault.” Grayson said laughing.

“maybe we should mess with your girl.” Nate smirked. 

I noticed Grayson grow instantly tense. I also felt the heat spread to my cheeks as I was described as Grayson’s girl. 

“why don’t you try and see what happens.” Grayson said letting go of my arm and balling his fists again. 

I didn’t want there to be a fight. 

“Grayson let’s go, they aren’t worth your time.” I said stepping in front of him. 

His facial features instantly changed to a softer look. 

“okay, let’s go.” Grayson said softly. 

I gathered my backpack and started walking out of the library with Grayson.

“yeah Grayson listen to your little bitch.” Nate called chuckling with his group of friends. 

Grayson immediately stopped. 

“what did you just call her?” He asked turning to face the boys. 

“I believe I called her a bitch.” Nate said folding his arms across his chest. 

“yeah that’s what I thought you said.” Grayson said smirking. 

Grayson ran at Nate picking him up before slamming him on the library table and punching him hard in the jaw. He turned to one of the other boys punching him right in to nose. There were more of them but Grayson was stronger, and more experienced. Nate got up punching Grayson making his nose bleed. One of the boys kicked Grayson down to where Nate could repeatedly kick him. 

“stop please!” I said going over to the group of boys. 

Nate looked at me laughing before walking towards me. I backed away but he just walked closer.

“now tell me what are you doing with a loser like Dolan?” Nate asked before flicking off my glasses.

I grabbed my glasses and put them on just in time to see Grayson tackle Nate to the ground. He repeatedly punched Nate over and over again.

“don’t you dare fucking touch her.” Grayson growled with each punch. 

Suddenly Grayson was ripped off of Nate and the principle stood there glaring at all of us. 

“All of you in my office now!” Principle Ross yelled. 

I looked at Grayson in panic. We walked to his office, Nate glaring at Grayson the entire time. 

“who started this fight?” Principle Ross asked both boys. 

of course Grayson said Nate and Nate said Grayson. It turned in to even more of an argument. 

“Y/N you’re honest, tell me who really started the fight?” Principle Ross asked me.

I looked down shyly. I looked at Grayson who looked at his feet. 

“Nate.” I said shyly.

“WHAT THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT.” Nate fumed but he was already being escorted in to the office. 

“look you too get back to class and don’t get in to any more fights!” Principle Ross 

We watched him walk away before exiting the office.

“oh my gosh I’ve never lied before, and now I just lied to the freaking principle of our school!” I said freaking out. 

“oh man Y/N you’re really worrying me, you’re going down a really dangerous path.” Grayson said smirking. 

“oh shut up.” I said laughing. 

there was an awkward silence that fell between us as we walked down the hall.

“why are you even talking to me?” I asked as we stopped in the hallway. 

“what do you mean?” Grayson asked. 

“I’m mean why me?” I said putting my head down. 

Grayson put a hand under my chin making my eyes meet his. He leaned in close, and it sent shivers down my spine. 

“why not you.” He whispered in my ear. 

I couldn’t help the blush that spread to my cheeks as Grayson dropped my chin.

“I’ll see you later, partner.” Grayson said giving me a wink.

I watched him walk away as a million butterflies erupted in my stomach. I don’t know what this feeling was, but I think I liked it.