lucky i remember all the names

Let him go, get him out of your head; Remember you’re not in his. Forget his birthday, his phone number, and the sweet things he said; Remember those were lies. Delete his texts, take his contact out of your phone; Remember he’s talking to all those other girls instead. Quit wishing he’ll come back, stop putting yourself down. Remember it’s not your fault; he had no good reason to leave. Just stop it, stop it all, and erase him from your past. Block out his name, ignore his texts, plug your ears when someone mentions him because trust me, you’re doing perfectly fine without him. Take every object and memory you have of him and throw it in the trash, and then maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll escape him.
—  Unknown

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‘  people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel,   ’
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‘  i deadass lost interest in everything. im just cruising on autopilot rn  ’
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Mystic Messenger Mafia AU


Word Count: 1,473


     The small general store was quiet except for the sound of a young man’s broom sweeping across the floor and the faint echo of a radio playing from a backroom. The only customer was a tall man whom had been lurking a far aisle, his eyes scanning the various cans on the slightly dusty shelf while his left hand gripped his briefcase.

      The sweeping ceased at the sound of the bell above the door. The young man stood by the counter and watched as the man walked through the aisles, pausing to smile and handle random cans with a laugh. His finger swiped a shelf and he inspected the dust with a disappointed face. He wore an all black suit. A blood red kerchief was tied around his neck and his hat tipped on his head just enough to look sinister.

     “Go get your grandpa, kid,” he commanded and leaned an elbow on the shop counter while waiting, nodding once to the customer across the way.

     The boy dropped the broom and scrambled to the backroom to retrieve the old man. His slumped frame, followed closely by his grandson, walked slowly to the other side of the counter.

     “You don’t mind, right?” the man in black spoke it as more of a statement than a question. He reached over to a jar of suckers, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth while flicking the wrapper onto the floor. “I’m very worried. I don’t see any money in your hands, and I gave you very clear instructions,” he explained.

     The old man’s face remained calm, but his grandson’s fists were balled at his sides. For a moment all three stood there staring at one another with only the faint but familiar jazz tune from the radio filling the space.

     “We are under the protection of Don V, we won’t be giving you any money,” the old man was stern, but he took an anxious breath to calm his nerves.

     The man in black pulled the candy from his mouth and let out a comical laugh for a moment, then his face became quite serious.

     “You’re making a big mistake, pops,” he pointed the sucker in the old mans face.

     “Hey! You can’t threaten my gran-“ the boy started, but the old man placed a hand on the boys shoulder to stop him from talking.

     “Whoah, whoah! Hey, it’s okay, kid…pops,” he nodded to them both, “I won’t be coming back. I get the message.”

     The man reached over to pinch and smack the boys cheek, then with a smirk he straightened the old mans collar and brushed off his apron before patting him on the chest.

     He tilted his hat to the customer before leaving. The man, after nodding back, set the briefcase on the shelf, making sure to click the lock before walking out empty-handed and entering the backseat of a black car that had been waiting for him.

     “What a fool,” the blonde woman driving said when she heard him close the door of the car.

     “Eh, place was a dump anyway,” the man in black said from the passengers seat with a sigh, “we’d never get any dough from that joint,” he sat back in the seat and lowered the hat over his eyes.

     “That’s not the point, Saeran,” she snapped, smacking the hat from his head before hitting the gas.

     “Hey, watch it,” he groaned and picked his hat back up, “I hate this city.”

     “Well, get over it. We’ll be running it, soon,” she replied.

     The man in the back turned to look out of the window as they drove away.

     “Should be any moment now,” he spoke, but neither of them in the front payed any mind to what he was saying.

     The explosion in the distance paired with the sound of shattering glass and rubble elicited screams from the people on the streets. They watched women, children, and men as they began to run in hopes of seeing what had happened.

     “Look at them, flocking like vultures to see the carnage,” Saeran hissed in disgust.

     “Let them look. I want them to see what happens when they don’t pay up,” she laughed.

     “Yeah, yeah. Can we stop somewhere? I’m fuckin’ starving, here,” he replied.

      “Christ,” Saeyoung’s face hardened as he heard the news.

     “Frank is waiting at the scene,” one of the soldiers explained before being waved off.

     He had been overseeing Jaehee’s team as they unloaded another shipment of bootleg into a warehouse. He leaned back on the car and pinched the bridge of his nose in silent thought and frustration.

     “Lucky, Kitty!” he called out, sounding harsher than intended.

     “Yes, boss?” Yoosung approached, winded but smiling, with you right beside him.

     “Frank’s waiting down by first street. Don’t ask questions, just go meet him. Report back to me right after, got that?” he ruffled Yoosung’s cap.

     “Got it!” he took off.

     You began to follow but Saeyoung tugged at your arm and pulled you back, causing you to stumble a bit on the pavement.

     “Lucky’s lucky, but, keep your eyes open…you’ll understand why when you get there. Be careful,” he warned.

     “I’m always careful,” you insisted.

     “Attagirl,” he let go, flashing a bit of a smile as you walked away.

     Yoosung had waited for you to catch up, and as you walked you wondered who Frank could be. And what was going on. You were both oddly quiet. Normally, you couldn’t get Yoosung to shut up. He still had that smile on his face, but the whole way there he only spoke to point out puddles, so you wouldn’t step in them.

     From far away, the damage seemed extensive. It only got worse as you approached, and anyone could see it was the work of a bomb. Aside from a few kids out to take a look at the wreckage, there weren’t many people in sight. Most had probably shut themselves at home in fear, you guessed.

     Down a nearby alley you saw the figure of a man in uniform waiting. His face became familiar the closer you got. His large belly, bulbous nose and reddish stubble on his face more apparent with the closing distance. You paused, your heart racing and your palms sweating. Frank…

     “Don’t worry! He’s on our payroll. That’s Lieutenant Frank,” Yoosung said when he noticed your hesitancy.

     You knew very well who it was. But did he know you? Would he recognize your face? You had always thought this son of a bitch was crooked. Damn, who else from the force would you come in contact with…this was way deeper than you had anticipated. You couldn’t wait to expose him for the scum he was.

     “Lucky! My boy, how’s the family?” he asked in a chipper tone.

     “Mom’s doing a little better. She actually got out of bed yesterday, started pointing out all the things that needed cleaning,” Yoosung smiled.

     “I bet your old man loved that,” he laughed, “glad to hear it. And…you seem familiar? When did we meet? I can’t quite remember your name,” his eyes narrowed in on you.

     “I’m going to go ask around, see if anyone saw anything,” you said through a lump in your throat before running off.

      You were careful of the glass that littered the street. It looked like they hadn’t been able to clean everything up yet. You kicked a few pieces of brick and wood shards, your heart sinking as you peeked into the empty space to survey the damage. It was littered with burned and exploded cans, a remnant of a broom close to your feet.

     “Hey, you,” you grabbed a young boy by the collar as he came running passed you, “did you see what happened here?”

     “Well, there was a car and-“

     “Louie!” a window flew open a few stories up on an adjacent building and cut him off, “come home, now!” she waved her rag in anger at him as she scolded.

      The boy ran home without another word and Yoosung appeared only a moment later, his face was white and his smile non-existent. For a moment you held your breath, waiting for him to say something. Say that he knew all about you, that he was going to tell the Mad Hatter.

     “What is it, Yoosung?” you tried to hide the quiver in your tone, “what did he say?”

     “He said they don’t know much about what happened. Everyone around here is too scared to talk. And…” he trailed off.

     “And what?” you pressed him.

     “Well. He doesn’t know who the guy is, but he says he is pretty sure. It’s really hushed over there and he is trying to find out more. He says…someone from the police force has worked their way into the family. He says we have a rat.”

only told the moon (Liam Dunbar)

based off of this song: (you don’t have to listen to when reading but it’s highly recommended!) lyrics will be italicized

stay back, stay long, and you move on.

I stress, come close, move on, please don’t.

I took a deep breath looking across the field at Liam and Hayden. They were laughing and talking to each other. I could feel the tears forming behind my eyelids. I used to be that girl in Liam’s life. He had been my best friend since we were little kids.

We did everything together from playing lacrosse to terrorizing Brett Talbot.  I was worried that things would change when Liam got kicked out of Devenford Prep but they didn’t, somehow they got better. Liam and I became closer.

But then one night everything changed. I didn’t hear from him everyday, he didn't bother to visit anymore, slowly I became nothing. I was lucky if Liam managed to look in my direction. It was as if he forgot I even existed. Than I noticed Hayden Romero starting to hang around him.

“heads up.” Brett yelled as a lacrosse ball flew past my face.

Brett jogged over sitting down beside me. He followed my gaze looking at Liam and Hayden now too.

“I’m sorry y/n he doesn’t deserve you.” Brett said squeezing my shoulders.

Not having Liam to terrorize Brett with, it slowly made him grow on me. He invited me to the lacrosse game tonight hoping to get me out of my shell.

“thanks for trying to make me feel better Brett, you’re not too terrible to be around anymore.” I joked lightly punching his shoulder.

But there was nothing anyone could say or do to make me feel better. I’d been keeping a secret.

I was in love with Liam….

It was the first day of freshman year, after a fun filled summer together, that I realized I wanted so much more than just a friendship. I never told him though, and now I was wondering if I should’ve of.

I watched Brett jog back to our team. I got up walking to the girls bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face. I didn’t know if I could spend a whole lacrosse game watching those two. I exited the bathroom bumping into someone. It was as if the universe were out to get me, of course it had to be Liam.

hello, how are you?

how you've been?

lately I wonder how it feels to steal your kiss.

nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well.

and you can read between the lines,

but god I fell.

“Y/n? How are you?” Liam asked shyly looking at me.

“uh I’m doing well, how about you.” I said lying through my teeth.

“uh yeah i’m doing well too.” He said taking a deep breath.

“well you should probably get back to the game.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“yeah uh hey i’ll see you later.” He said turning around and running back out on the field.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It was like we were total strangers. I once knew all of his deepest secrets and he knew mine. We couldn’t even talk to each other now without stuttering.


too loud.

say it.

not now.

 I felt the tears come knowing that I had fought them for as long as I could. I would go to another one of Brett’s games, just not this one. I grabbed my car keys walking out to my car. I got in resting my head against the steering wheel, letting the tears flow freely. I put the keys in the ignition driving to my house.

 The tears were blocking my vision making it hard to see the oncoming car that had swerved into my lane. Before I had time to react the car hit me head on and everything around me went black.

I woke up with a pounding headache, bright lights blinding me. I looked down at my arm which was connected to an IV tube. Bruises covered my arms and when I felt my head, I had a bandage wrapped around it.

“what happened? I asked no one in particular.

"sweetheart, my name in Melissa McCall, you were in a accident, do you remember anything?” a nurse said putting her hand over my forehead.

It all came back in one big flashback, me crying over Liam, the car swerving into my lane, and then the collision. I shook my head yes gently.

“you’re extremely lucky my dear, you’ll be fine, just bruises and a minor laceration on your head that required a few stitches. It could’ve been a lot worse.” She said handing me a pill.

I looked at her with curiosity.

“for the pain.” She adds giving me a cup of water.

I took the pill sinking back into the warm bed.

“where is she!” I heard a familiar voice scream from the hallway.

Liam ran in looking at me with hurt eyes. I guess there was a part of him that still cared.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“she’s fine Liam, luckily. Once you’re checked out by Dr. Dunbar he’ll decide if you can go home.” Melissa said placing a comforting grip on my shoulder before leaving me alone with Liam.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, that when I noticed the book in his hands.

“where did you get that?” I choked back tears, staring at my journal in his hands.

“it was laying near your car. I’ve seen you write in it before so I picked it up thinking you’d want it. It was open to a particular page and I sort of read it.” Liam said sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed.

“what page?” I said knowing exactly what was in there.

He opened the book and started reading the page with his name at the top.

“I only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

I told her that I’m scared

that all my thoughts

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I asked her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.

Another love song

will play on the radio

you know.

And I’ll wait for the moon to lean in close

and say..

that he only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

He told me that he’s scared

that all his thoughts,

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I ask her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.”

Liam stopped reading taking a deep breath.

 It was something really personal to me that I’d written about him.

“you were never meant to read that.” I said not able to look him in the eyes.

“I know.” He said looking away from me too.

He was about to say something else when his step-dad walked in the room.

“y/n how are you feeling? You scared me and your parents.” He said looking at my monitor.

“I’m okay Mr. Dunbar.” I lied to a Dunbar for the second time today.

“Liam could you give us a moment.” His step-dad said opening the door and gesturing Liam outside.

Liam looked at me with his hurt eyes again before leaving.

His step-dad gave me a full check up, making sure he was making the right decision in letting me go home.

“now I should keep you for observations but you’ve been through enough today, but you have to promise me if you feel bad you’ll call me.” Dr. Dunbar said shining a flashlight in my eyes.

I shook my head. I was thankful when he cleared me. My mom ran in engulfing me in a hug.

we walked out in the hall to check out but Liam was gone. I tried to listen to her on the way home but my mind was cluttered with thoughts. We pulled in my driveway.

I walked straight to my room going over to my window. when I was stressed or upset, I’d sit on my rooftop and tell my problems to the moon. I climbed out taking my usual spot, but this time I wasn’t alone.

“Liam what are you doing here?” I asked sitting down beside him admiring the view.

Originally posted by iamuniquedreamer

“you were right this is nice.” He said laying down and putting his arms behind his head.

I copied his actions just staring up at the full moon.

“hey moon.” Liam said from beside me.

I looked at him my curiosity peaking.

“I don’t do this very often moon, but I have some secrets too, in fact one of the secrets required me to hurt someone i’d never want to hurt. I had to pretend like I didn’t care to protect her, but I can’t do it anymore moon. I want to tell her everything. I will tell her everything. But moon could you tell her that I’m scared too, cause all of my thoughts look like her too. Also tell her that ignoring her was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Liam said before turning his head to look at me.

I couldn’t help the joyful tears that fell down my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I promise that it’ll all make sense once I tell you my secret.” He said sitting up and looking back at the moon.

I followed his actions again.

“Liam you know you can tell me anything right?” I said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I know, and I will, but not tonight. I just want to enjoy this view and the beautiful girl beside me.” Liam said laying back down pulling me with him.

we lie there for awhile not saying anything. It was a comfortable silence though, the only sounds heard were each others breathing.

“look a shooting star.” I said shooting up and pointing to it.  

“make a wish Dunbar.” I added looking up at him.

“I don’t need too, thanks to the moon, I have everything I could ever need right here.” He said sitting up and looking at me too.

I looked from his eyes to his lips.

lately I wonder how it feels to taste your lips.

Liam leaned over cupping my cheek with his hand. He crashed his lips on mine kissing me with more passion than I thought was possible.

Originally posted by emwatsxn

“wow.” Liam said pulling away and resting his forehead on mine.

“wow.” I repeated.

“we should go inside, it’s getting late.” Liam said grabbing my hands.

I nodded my head agreeing with him. He pulled me up pulling me into his arms. He went through my window but I hesitated for a second.

“thanks moon.” I whispered before climbing in my window.

sooooo my grandma is in the hospital so I haven’t got to post lately. I’M ONLY TWO FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! HOLY CHEESE BALLS! That’s awesome considering I suck lol.

SFW Romance Sentence Meme
  • “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
  • “Death isn’t the end of true love, only a test.”
  • “Dogs are always gonna chase cars, just like I’m always gonna chase you.”
  • “Heaven without you would be hell.”
  • “I can’t tell you how happy I am that I don’t just love you, that I get to say I’m /in/ love /with/ you.”
  • “I don’t know what scares me more, the fact that one day you might ask me to leave, or that I love you so much that I would leave immediately to keep you happy.”
  • “I don’t want happily ever after with you, I want the realness of love. I want the mountains but I also want the valleys, because I’m stupid and arrogant and if it were just the mountains I would never truly appreciate what an amazing gift the universe had blessed me with.”
  • “I don’t want to choose between your life or mine. I’d rather have ours.”
  • “I don’t want to spend eternity with you, it’s much too short.”
  • “I love you so much it makes me sick. There’s no cure, but an effective treatment is your love in return.”
  • “I need air more than you, but only so that I have the breath to tell you how much I love you.”
  • “I want to have good times with you, but I also want the bad times with you because any time with you is better than time without you.”
  • “I was scared to admit that I had started loving you because it would mean admitting that I would never stop.”
  • “I’d destroy the world for you. I would tear it apart piece by piece all for you, and I would do it with a smile. But, on the other hand, I would strive to make the world a better place for you. I would build it up brick by brick all for you, and I would do it with a smile.”
  • “If you ever see me with a big goofy smile on my face for seemingly no reason, don’t worry, I’ve only just remembered how lucky I am to have your love.”
  • “In the beginning I was so terrified of losing you that I didn’t want to fall for you. I still live with that fear, but you give me the strength to overcome that fear and give you all the love I have.”
  • “My memory fails me sometimes. I don’t always remember your name, or who you are, but the one thing that always sticks in my mind is that you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in the whole world.”
  • “My whole life I’ve felt like I didn’t matter. I still struggle with that feeling, but every time I see you smile, I remember that as long as I matter to you that’s all I need.”
  • “People are always saying they would die for their love, they would kill for their love. Me? I’m willing to live for you, to bring life into this world with you.”
  • “There’s nothing in this world that I need more than your happiness. The fact that your happiness happens to include me is just a bonus.”
  • “When you cry, I die. When you smile, I soar. ”
  • “You frustrate me more than anything in life- that’s how I know I really love you.”
  • “You help me to love myself because how could I have earned your heart if I wasn’t a good enough person to deserve it?”
  • “You make the world a better place just by existing, and the fact that the world I’m talking about happens to be mine doesn’t make you any less extraordinary.”
  • “Your love is like food in that it’s all too easy to get addicted to, but so hard to have in moderation because I need it to live.”
  • “Your smile is blinding. I guess I’m lucky I’ve got you to lead me around.”
“Buried” (Chapter Seventeen)

Surprise! I couldn’t wait to hear everyone scream about this chapter lol 

Bucky is kind of terrifying, Steve is a BAMF, Tony never stops talking, Brock gets whats coming to him, Steve is a BAMF (did I say that?). Long Chapter, over 4000 words and lots happens!


Enjoy :)


“Welcome back to the world Sleeping Beauty.” Rumlow’s annoying voice, cutting through the fog in Tony’s head and forcing him awake. “I was afraid that little bump on the head had done you in.”

“Damn shame, that.” Tony coughed, then licked his lips, cringing at the taste of dried blood. “Is Pepper alright?”

“That little redhead? I told you I wouldn’t hurt her as long as she didn’t call the police. I’m a man of my word.”

“I didn’t hear the part about not hurting her, that must have been after you pistol whipped me. Which, for the record, I feel like was entirely unnecessary. Also–” Tony tried to straighten, pulling at the zip ties around his wrists. “–telling me you’re a man of your word? Are you trying to make me laugh?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Rumlow snarled and Tony smirked, looking around the room in interest.

“Not usually. So it isn’t just a movie thing, is it? The whole ‘taking a hostage to an abandoned office building and tying them to a chair in the middle of the room’? I didn’t know bad guys actually did that.” Tony looked up at the light above his head. “Good god, the light is even swinging ominously. I swear, I’ve never been so convinced I’m just an extra in a bad action flick.”

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Lone Wolf PT.1

Characters: You and Taehyung (V)

Word Count: 3275

Genre: Smut

“Guys, look, there he is.”

“Who?” You asked as you looked up and saw nothing but a giant crowd of people walking to and from their class.

“Right there! In the denim jacket by our homeroom. Tae! You know, the guy who I told you about a few months ago.. Oh, come on! I swear, you guys never listen to me! There he is!”

“A few months ago? Who would remember that? We can’t even remember what we just learned in math class 5 minutes ago”

“Speak for yourself! I’m ready for the test on friday” You replied laughing.

“You know what she means Y/N! Oh crap, he’s walking towards us! Pretend that I didn’t say anything!”

Tae continued to walk on by without even giving you girls a glance. Once he passed by, your friend continued.

“Oh god. That was a close one. Anyways, I heard he beat up some kid last Friday night after the football game”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked with your friends.

“What? Who did he beat up? I doubt he’d be here if he really did that” You replied. 

“Yeah, right. He always gets away with stuff”

“Must be nice.”

“Oh yeah, maybe you should ask him to share some tips with you. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind”

“I’m not going to go up to him! He’d probably ignore me anyways.”

You continued to laugh as you listened to your friends arguing with each other.

“Alright guys, i have to get to class before the bell rings. I’ll talk to you guys later, okay?”

“Aww Y/N! It wouldn’t kill you to be a few minutes late”

“I bet she just wants to see Jin”

“Trust me, it will kill me! Believe it or not but Mrs. Turner won’t accept late papers anymore. She say’s it’s her way of preparing us for college since we’re all going to be graduating and facing the real world soon. And you guys! I keep telling you that I don’t like him!”

Your friends winked at you.

“Alright little miss perfect! We’ll see you later then. Have fun with Jin!”

You shooed them away as fast as you could and walked in. Once you got in class, you sat down to grab your paper out of your bag. Before you turned it in though, you took a glance at your phone.

You saw that you had 3 unread text messages and so you swiped your phone open.

* Y/N *

* Meet me in the boys locker room in 10 minutes * 

* Don’t worry, everyone is in the auditorium for a meeting with the principal. They won’t be back for a while. ;) *

Class had not even started yet and already you were being asked to leave. You put your phone down and turned to see if Jin was in class. His seat was empty. 

You picked up your phone again.

*And if I say no? * You replied.

* Then I’ll have to punish you later *

You scoffed as you read the reply but you began to plot your way out of class. You grabbed your paper and all of your belongings and went to your teacher’s desk. 

“Hello Mrs. Turner”

“Oh Y/N! As expected from you, you’re right on time! Please put your paper in this pile along with the others”

You did as you were told but continued to stand by her desk.

“Mrs. Turner?”

“What is it Y/N?”

“I’m not feeling to great. May I be excused from class today? To be honest, with all of these finals and projects coming up, I’m feeling a little unwell. Would it be okay if I stopped by the nurse’s office?”

A look of concern grew on your teacher’s face.

“Oh yes, Y/N! I understand! Let me write you a hall pass! Come back when you feel better, okay? And don’t worry, I won’t mark my best student absent”

You took the pass after she finished signing it.

“Thank you Mrs. Turner”

You let out a sigh of relief once you were out the door.

“Wow. That was waaay easier than I thought” You whispered to yourself. You took your phone out of your pocket.

*On my way now*

The west gym wasn’t too far away. With your pass hanging out, none of the school security guards bothered to stop you. Once the coast was clear, you almost ran your way to the boy’s locker room. 

You stood outside the entrance and looked at the locked door. You took your phone out again.

*I’m here, but how do I get in?*

Before you knew it, the door popped open.

“Y/N! Hurry up and get in before someone sees”

You made your way in.

“Thank god I finally made it here…” You said as you began to drop your heavy bag on the floor.

Once you heard the thud from your bag, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap from behind you and around your waist.

“Tae, why did it have to be the boy’s locker room?” You asked.

Tae laughed as he hugged you tighter from behind.

“Is this not romantic enough for you?”

You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck

“I’m swooning at the thought of all the stinky clothes and socks that get thrown around here.”

He smiled.

“Fine, let’s head to the coach’s office then.”

Concern grew on your face.

“What?! Tae, that sounds like a horrible idea! What if he walks in?”

“Trust me, no one is going to walk in. They’re all at that stupid assembly, remember? Come on Y/N, we won’t get caught. I promise.”

Tae held your hand and lead the way to the office.

“If we’re lucky, the door will be unlocked”

He turned it and to your surprise, the door swung open.

“Oh wow, it’s actually really nice in here” You said as you looked around.

Tae let go of your hand and took a seat on the chair behind the desk. You couldn’t help but see a mischievous smile grow on his face.

“Now Y/N, I heard that you’ve been a pretty bad student… What is this I hear about you lying to your teacher and skipping class?”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“I can’t hear you Y/N, why don’t you come a little bit closer?”

He was egging you on and you knew it. By now you were all too familiar with his games but you loved to play.

You slowly made your way over to him on the other side of the desk.

“Do you know what they’re saying about you?” You asked.

He gave you a sly smile.

“People sure do like to talk, don’t they? What are they saying now?”

You motioned for him to back the chair away to make room for you. Once the chair was pushed away, you continued.

“That you beat up some student last Friday night.” You said as you sat on the desk in front of him.

Tae smirked and got out of the seat and walked towards you.

“Now you know that’s not true.”

He leaned in closer to you.

“I was with you all Friday night, remember?”

The image of him slowly thrusting into to you as you moaned his name late that night began to cloud your mind.

He noticed you shiver as he ran his hands along your rib cage. He could tell that you wanted him to touch you more.

“Thinking about us again? He asked biting his bottom lip..

You nodded.

Tae placed his thumb on your lips and traced it slowly.

“How did I get so lucky? You’re so naughty Y/N.”

He leaned in to give you a kiss but you felt hungry for so much more. From your lips, he slowly made his way down to your neck. As always, he was never one to disappoint..

“Get up and turn around”

You did as you were told and got up quickly to turn around. You were more than ready to feel him inside of you again and so you began to rush getting your pants off. First you kicked off your shoes but then you were stopped..

“Woah Y/N, slow down.”

He took a seat in the chair again and waited.

Were you reading him wrong? Now he wanted to be teased? Well, if that was how he was going to play…

You undid your button and zipper and began to slowly shimmy your way out of your skinny jeans. Inch by inch, you began to reveal your lacy black underwear to him.

Tae watched in amazement. Who knew you were wearing that underneath? He couldn’t help but imagine what your bra looked like too.

“Take it all off or they’ll be in the way.” He said.

“Not yet” You teased.

You kicked your jeans off and bent over the desk a little bit so he could have a small view of what was in store for him..

Tae grinned and raised his hands to run along your hips and then around your lightly clothed butt.

You got up from the desk to turn around and moved his hands away..

“Like I said, not yet.” You replied facing him.

Tae continued to watch as you pulled your shirt up to  reveal to him the matching black lace bra you had on. At this point, Tae couldn’t ignore the growing problem in his pants anymore and you knew.

“Open your legs”

You smiled and replied.


He raised an eyebrow as if to challenge you.

“No? Are you sure that’s your answer?”

You moved your arms over to undo your bra hook and nodded. As soon as your bra fell to the ground, you moved on to removing your underwear. Once they were off, you stood in front of him completely naked. For a split moment, you felt like it was your first time again. Your cheeks began to flush a pretty pink but looking at him, you knew it was over for him because not once did he ever take his eyes off of you.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N”

In that moment, he could only see you and you wanted to be who it was that he saw.

As he continued to watch, you ran a hand over your exposed breasts and pinched your nipples. You let out a small moan and then your other hand traveled down to your burning core and you began to rub slow circles while you called out his name.

Tae bit his bottom lip again and you couldn’t keep up your light teasing anymore.

“Come play with me” You begged as you turned to lean over the desk again..this time slowly opening your legs to reveal your wet core to him..

He came up behind you and brought his fingers to you. As he pushed his fingers through your curls, you began to lightly moan from his touch. Once he found your clit, you hissed in a breath as he touched your sensitive button.

“That’s it, isn’t it?”

You began to moan and squirm as he increased his pressure on you.

“Do you want to come for me?

“Yess” You replied

He trailed his fingers slowly down your wet opening.

“What did you say?”

“Yes Tae, yes” You replied breathlessly as you were still bent over the desk and vulnerable to his touch.

You were becoming a mess and Tae wanted nothing more than to push his hard cock into you but he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction yet after you teased him..

He moved his hand away and you whimpered from the lost contact.

You began to whine and turned your head to look at him .

“Why did you stop?”

“I have to punish you”

“What? Why?”

Before you knew it, you felt his hand spank your ass without any warning.


You let out a small whimper and then called out his name.


“You think I’m going to let you get away with teasing me?” He asked as he slowly rubbed where he just just spanked you.


You anticipated for him to do it again but to your surprise he didn’t.  Instead, he pushed one finger and then two inside you.. You lightly moaned and then began moving your hips against him. Right when you were getting close, he pulled his fingers out again.


Another whimper.

“Do you like getting spanked?” He asked as he rubbed the pink marks on your skin.



He pushed his fingers back in again and did the same thing. Once he felt you coming close, he pulled his fingers out and then spanked your ass again.

You couldn’t help it anymore.

“Please Tae, please let me come” You begged him.

Finally taking your plea, he inserted his fingers into you again. You began to move wildly as he continued thrusting his fingers deeper into you. With his free hand, he moved it back to your clit. He began to rub slow circles around and when he could sense that you were close, he picked up the pace again.

“Come for me Y/N”

You felt yourself bursting into a million pieces at his command. Soon he was trying to soothe your moans by kissing you all over your back.. But now it was your turn again to get back at him.

As you gathered yourself together, you got up from the desk and turned around to help remove his clothes.

“You’re so mean Tae” You whined as began to pull his pants down. He just grinned and pulled his shirt off.

Once he was completely naked, you pushed him to sit back on the chair and climbed on top of him. Just the slightest touch of his cock rubbing up against you was driving you mad but you wanted to see him lose his control and whimper just like you.

“Do you trust me?” You asked him as you peppered his lips with small kisses.

He seemed suspicious but nodded.

You spread your legs and begin to run his cock with one hand in between your folds. You moved back and forth, back and forth but never let him penetrate you and only letting him rub against your lips..

For a while, your sweet torment continues and then he finally gets it.

His breathing is getting heavy and calls your name


It’s close to where you want him to be but it wasn’t quite the state you wanted him to be in yet. You kiss him to silence him and then you slide down just a little bit so only his tip is inside you. When you feel him try to inch in some more, you remove yourself up and begin to rub his throbbing cock with your wet lips again. Moving back and forth, back and forth.

“Do you want to be inside me?” You ask as you lower yourself onto his tip again.

Tae lets out a small moan and you smile at your tiny accomplishment. Inch by inch, you finally let him thrust fully into you. His rhythm is slow as first but then picks up. He gently grabs your face and kisses you as he pulls out and then thrusts back in again. When you two stop kissing you lean in to muffle your moans in his shoulders as he grabs your hips and thrusts harder.

When he’s close, he calls your name and you tighten yourself around him and hold onto him like you’re afraid to let go.

Once you got your clothes back on, he came up to you and kissed you tenderly on your lips. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he hugged you.

You smiled and shook your head. For someone who gave off such a tough demeanor, he was actually quite sweet and caring.

“No. I enjoyed it a lot.”

He kissed you again.

“You just keep surprising me Y/N.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, I like that about you.”

“Can we meet up again after school? Maybe go get something to eat or drink?” He asked.

You shook your head no.

“Sorry, not today. I have a leadership meeting after school today.”

He leaned his forehead against yours.

“When can I be with you again then?” He asked.

Looking into his eyes, you felt weak.

“Maybe tomorrow night? I’ll have to text you when I’m free through”

He smiled and traced your lips again with his.

“Okay Y/N. Let me know, okay? I’ll be waiting”

As a promise, you gave him one last kiss.

“Now, let’s go before we really do get caught. I feel like we’ve been here too long. Also, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look coach in the eye again after what we did to his office…”

He laughed and you led the way out.

“Oh, my bag! I think I forgot it inside.” You said once you got outside. 

“I have it here Y/N” Tae said.

You turned and saw him carrying your pink bag and couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you know that you make everything look good?” You asked.

He shook his head.

“Please don’t say that”

He took your backpack off and handed it to you.

“You really do! And thank you”


You stopped dead in your track and turned to see Jin running up to you.

“Y/N!” He called again.

You turned to Tae.

“If he asks, say that you helped me get back from the nurse’s office”

He nodded.

Jin ran up and gave you an unexpected hug.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to find you.”

You looked at Tae and he turned away.

“Once I heard you felt sick, I waited for you to return to class. When you didn’t, I texted you and you didn’t answer”

Jin turned and saw Tae next to you.

“Do you need something?” He asked.

“No, I was just leaving”

Tae walked away without looking at you. You felt horrible watching him leave.

“Why were you with him Y/N?” Jin asked.

“He was helping me”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah, I felt a little weak and dropped my bag. He happened to be nearby and picked it up for me”

You hoped your lie work.

“Watch out for him Y/N. I’m surprised he didn’t steal anything” Jin replied.

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“He didn’t steal anything. I’m fine Jin. Now if you don’t mind, I’m late to my next class”

You began to make your way to class but Jin followed.

“I’ll walk you there Y/N”

“Really, Jin, I’m fine.”

It looked as if Jin wanted to say something else but he gave up.

“Alright Y/N. I’ll see you at the meeting later today then”

You walked away furious. How could he had said something like that about Tae? You grabbed your phone and messaged him.


*Y/N, what’s wrong?*

You felt a sigh of relief.

*I didn’t think you would talk to me again. I’m sorry about what happened…* 

*Why would I stop talking to you? It’s fine Y/N*

You stared at your screen and thought about what you should write.

*I miss you*

You didn’t know what else to say but you did miss him and wanted him to know.

*I miss you too Y/N*

*Forget what I said about the meeting today. I’d rather spend it with you*

*You don’t have to do that Y/N*


*I’ll see you after class then, Y/N”

A/N: So that was the end of pt.1! i always say i’ll post soon, butttttttttttttttt things always get in the way and i forget or get too busy (Tear Tear). Hopefully you enjoyed this? I’m really liking the idea of V as mysterious/outcast type of guy? or maybe i’m just watching too much riverdale? i dunno!

“and it took some time, but I understand it now…‘cause now my name is up in lights but I think you got it right." Taylor Swift Art Challenge - The Lucky One

Drew Tanaka secretly idolizing Silena Beauregard. Drew Tanaka feeling betrayed and jealous while everyone remembers Silena as a hero. Drew Tanaka becoming frustrated with herself because being pretty and popular and talented was easy for Silena, so why is it so hard for her? Drew Tanaka realizing that being pretty and popular and talented and heroic is easy when you’re dead. Drew Tanaka putting on an act for everyone so nobody sees that inside, all she really wants is to have what Silena had.

SPINNING creator Tillie Walden on Graphic Novels

The following is a guest post from graphic novelist Tillie Walden, creator of Spinning.

I read comics on and off as a kid, but it wasn’t until I was sixteen that I really discovered them. I liked manga, specifically manga by Osamu Tezuka and Yoshihiro Togashi, and I had grown up reading all the famous graphic memoirs like Blankets by Craig Thompson, Stitches by David Small, and Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. Because I had always shown an interest in them and also happened to be an artsy kid, my dad signed me up for a two-day workshop with Scott McCloud around the time I had turned sixteen.

We lived in Texas and the workshop was in California. But in my dad’s mind, that barrier didn’t matter. We flew out together, and I showed up way too early at the class, full of nerves and anticipation. I was the youngest in the class. Everyone else there seemed impossibly old, though that’s probably just because anyone who wasn’t in high school seemed old to me at that time. 

The class went by so quickly. The first day was full of long conversations about comics and little exercises. The fact that Scott McCloud (a complete celebrity in my mind) was just a few feet away from me, chatting and eating a doughnut, never ceased to be incredible. After the first day we were left with an assignment: draw your life story in 16 panels. The time after that first class is a blur in my memory. I remember running to an art store with my dad in a panic to get pens when the ones I had brought dried out. I remember the evening air and the store closing and running fast through the aisles to find my size 02 micron that I so desperately needed. I almost didn’t finish the comic in time; I was drawing right up until the start of the second day of class.

What I see now when I think about that class is that it was the first instance where I felt a real passion for comics. I had never felt so strongly about something until that moment. The fire I felt inside me screaming that I needed to find a pen so I could keep drawing was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I cared about finishing that project, and I cared about doing a good job. As a teenager I often felt numb and distant from everything around me, so to feel so awake and connected was a revelation. I left that class and became a cartoonist. We got back to Texas, and I started drawing, and I haven’t stopped since.

I feel so lucky to have had that experience as a teenager. And since I started in comics, there has been a real renaissance of comics for teens. I remember in my class with Scott McCloud he recommended we all pick up Drama by Raina Telgemeier, and that recommendation still holds up. In fact, I recommend all her books. Anything with her name on it is worth buying. Some of my other favorite comics for teens are This One Summer by Mariko and Jillian Tamaki, Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol, and Through the Woods by Emily Carroll.

Spinning by Tillie Walden hits shelves in a bookstore near your om September 12th!

Lucky Pants

“Cayde. What the hell are those?”
“Yes, those. In all your years in the Tower, you’ve never once worn anything but the same gear. So what, in the name of all the Light touches, are those?”
“Ah. You’ve never seen them because these are my lucky pants.”
“Lucky pants…”
“I don’t break out these bad boys for just anyone, ya know! You should be honored.”
“I watched you fight in the Crucible. I do not remember any-”
“That’s ‘cause they’re DUELING pants. Only use ‘em for one on one matches. The mana a mano stuff!”
“Why? Uh…er. I mean, they’re LUCKY what more explanation do you need? Let’s get this show on the road before Zavala figures out where we went. You wanna flip a coin for spawn points or should I give you the high ground and call it a handicap?”
“Tch. In a hurry to get crushed, are you?”
“I don’t know. I’d start thinking up some children’s games if I were you, Shaxx. These pants are feeling mighty lucky today.”

Academic Set-Up – Young Derek Hale Imagine

Prompt by Anon: Sorry for bothering you, but I have another young Derek request from another au: “we hate each other but apparently our teachers ship us and make us partner up all the time and sit next to each other and for the love of god if you don’t shut your mouth I’m gonna shove you on the desk and snog the hell out of you.”

Word Count: 1,983

Warning: Making out

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Author’s Note: I actually had fun with this prompt because this was something a little bit different and I had never written a Young Derek imagine before. YAY! Also, regarding the other Young Derek prompt you requested, as mentioned before, I ended up declining that prompt because it had been requested and written by another writer. I hope you understand that. Lastly, shout out to @lily-salvahalfoy19 for being my beta for this prompt. Without further ado, I hope you like this imagine!

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by blueflamelove

“So, how was work today, hon?” Mr. Taylor asked.

Mrs. Taylor smiled. “It was great! I paired up all my students for my annual project, and I purposely put a certain pair together, because I just know they’ll become a couple before the semester ends.”

Mr. Taylor sighed. “Honey, you can’t play Cupid with your students.”

“I don’t remember reading that in my contract when I got hired.” Mrs. Taylor grabbed her grade book out of her book bag. “Besides, I didn’t set them up on a blind date. I just paired them up for a project.”

“Of course, just like all your other set ups. Who are the lucky kids this semester?” Mr. Taylor stood next to his wife and looked down at her opened grade book. Her freshly manicured nail pointed at one name.

“Derek Hale,” Mr. Taylor read and followed his wife’s finger to the second name. “And Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Catch Fire (Ashton AU)

Author Note: OK so guess who finally wrote again. Yeah its me. I worked so hard on this one and it is my longest one! You could say that I’m pretty lazy to write, but i have been preparing this one since September. I also wrote it in three days. I hate being a procrastinator. Anyways, I hope you like it, and leave a message if ya like.

Pairing: Ashton/ Y/n

Words: 4.5k

Masterlist // Ask box

OK, wait till he’s not looking.

It was very common for me to give Ashton a daily spell. Someday I would give him a good luck spell or others would be protection. Today was more of a positivist spell as I noticed he seemed a bit off. As soon as he turned to get a pen out of his bag, I quickly flicked my wrist and pointed the purple aroma towards his direction. He jolted a bit and tuned to me quickly, then sniffed the air. “Do you smell,” he sniffed again, “lavender?”

He came close to me and sniffed, “I think it’s you.”

I then copied his actions onto him before nodding, “Its you.”

I laughed as I watched him pull his grey shirt towards his face, sniffing, then nodding in agreement. It was great watching him be happy, kind of like a random act of kindness.

Magic had been in my family for many generations, but was hidden from me by my mom until I was around 9. It was my grandma’s idea to hide it behind my mother’s back by giving me a beginners guide of magic. After spending many weekends with her, you could say I’m pretty great at witchcraft for my age. I learned the many types and herbs were my favorite. Though through the years, I was taught the difference between light magic and dark magic. Of course it caught my attention, even as my grandmother refused to teach me as she didn’t know as much either. I myself taught a few small things and stole a book that had the word forbidden in bold on the cover.

My grandmother really did teach me a lot and I am completely grateful for the wonderful experiences. The one thing that she told me to forever remember, the key to all magic…

“Y/n, promise me one thing.”

“Yeah granny?”

“Under any situation use your emotions take over your powers, you will get carried away.”

“okay!” my 9 year self smiled before giving my grandmother my word.

I never did once get my emotions rattled up while using magic but there’s been a few times whe-


Quickly I focused back on Ashton as he called my name.

Ashton is my chemistry partner and is very lucky to have me as a partner due to the fact that I am amazing at mixing potions. He doesn’t need to know that though. He’s the president the fraternity house on our campus, but you couldn’t tell by one glance. Ashton Irwin was known around the school, completely popular, and is friends with everyone. However, even if he was the president of the biggest house of the university, he was the most kindest, down to earth person the whole campus could ever meet. From his bright smile that would make anyone have a good day to the beautiful hazel eyes were filled with sunshine. As much as I fantasize about him loving me, I would never ever make a potion for that, and I would gladly just stick to the small herbal spells that brighten his day.

“There’s another party tonight at the house. I’ve never seen you at any parties before.”

“Yeahhh,” I repositioned myself on the stool, “that’s because I don’t go to them.” I clenched my hands onto my maroon sweater, not sure whether I want him to ask me the question.

I looked up at Ashton who wore a shocked face. “What? You’re not getting the full college experience! Haven’t you ever wanted to go socialize with a group of friends? Maybe have a few-”


“Well then,” Ashton grabs my arm, “tonight will be you’re first!”

I can’t believe I actually showed up to this party. The house was huge and brightly lit by neon lights. It was a really nice modern looking house that was about three stories high. Voices from inside could be easily heard from outside. Hell, maybe even a few blocks down. That house was definatley filled. Most defiant. I’ve never been the one to be great at tight spaces and I tend to loose energy when I feel very uncomfortable. even as I am standing out here, watching an predicting what is going to happen.

Maybe I should just call Ashton. No. He probably wouldn’t be able to hear it from inside. What if he wants me to get drunk? what if I actually don’t find him in there? I cant just stand here all night, I need to get in there or I’ll never find out what could happen.

“Oh my gosh Britney, maybe Ashton will notice you this time!”

I turn my attention towards the slightly wobbly freshmen girls who walked towards the house in huge heels and terribly small dresses.

The blonde girl who I assumed was Britney retorted, “Ugh! I know! Tonight is indefinably the night.” The walked into the house and was lost in the many voices and lights.

Pressure filled me and i cant help but want to just run back. That freshmen was absolutely gorgeous and clearly interested in Ashton just as much as me. Her heels and dress would definitely stand out that my attempt to look pretty. I admit, I looked a lot nicer than how I usually looked at 10 o'clock chem. I curled my hair a tad and actually applied a bit more make up tan usual. I actually came to this party in a black lace crop top, which is completely out of my comfort zone, black skinny pants, and black heeled boots. Not to brag, I looked good, just not as good as the other girls who came her confidently.

Come on. Come on.

I walked towards the brown wooden door and opened it and also, like the other girls, got lost in the darkness.

Alcohol and smoke filling the room made me sick. The view of people on each other gave me chills and I can’t help but cringe in disgust.  I walked passed by the many pairs grinding on each other and then a few in the corner that were making out. How big was this place? It felt like there were millions of people in one building. There probably was about a hundred students at this party and out of this hundred, I know no one.

Well, except the one I was looking for.

There was no sign of Ashton in this living room filled with hormonal people. I could try to sense his energy, but that would completely drain my own. It really doesn’t help with all these people surrounding me. It makes my magic weaker, including me.

The house was mainly dark with the glowing neon lights as the only source of light in the large room. There was another yellow glowing light, which was probably the kitchen. The main room was connected to a hallway. One way led to the bed rooms and then on the other side a kitchen. Where would he go? Room or kitchen.

“Hey there, can I get you a drink?”

I debated whether I should use magic or not, and the idiotic choice seemed like the better at the moment.

I stayed quite as I tried to contact his energy. By every second, I’m getting uncomfortable, feeling weak, and disgusted. I can’t find him… too many people. The amount of people around me just conducting heat onto me made me nauseous.

“Y/n! You came!” I felt an arm go around my waist and pulling me in. “You don’t look so good… let me take you up.”

If it weren’t for the familiar voice, I would have been kicking right now. If I had the energy. I felt the hazel eyed boy directing me towards hallway and towards the bedrooms. The loud music faded after every step I took. One. Two. Third door on the left. I feel weak. I have no energy and no power.

He let me into the bedroom which I had hard time assuming if it was dark or just me blacking out. Soft sheets overcome my body and relaxation instantly hits me. Suddenly all my senses come back. I knew using magic back there was the biggest mistake, but it wasn’t.

“Here, I have some Tylenol,” Ashton says, handing me the two small pills. I gave a glare of warning but he just smiled, “I’m not drugging you up. If I was, would I be giving you a juice box to swallow it down?”

He pulls out the small fruit punch juice box from the mini fridge that was next to the desk and hands it to me. “Do you casually have juice boxes in your room?” I grabbed the small box from his hand slowly.

Ashton laughs and pulls out another from the small fridge, “well, the other guys kept stealing them so I keep them to myself now.”

I take a sip from the fruity juice, “well, isn’t that mature? Hiding your juice boxes from your fraternity brothers.”

“What can I say? Juice boxes bring the inner child out of me.”

We both chuckled at his small remark. I watched Ashton positions himself next to me. “Uhh,” he starts, “I’m glad that you’re OK. I’ve been really excited to be with you.”

Butterflies begin flying through my stomach as I am completely happy he feels the same way. I move a bit closer to him until my knee brushed against his. “I feel the same way.”

We stare at each other, unaware that we are both slowly moving closer to each other. Slowly I close my eyes and embrace the feeling of his lips on mine. My arms wrap around his neck and I pull him closer to me.

Everything was happening so fast, and before I knew it, both of our shirts were off. I felt my skin tingle from the contact of his touch and from every hot breath that he blew onto me. His lips attached to my neck and I lay my head back for him to get more access. Somehow I ended on his lap, and then me laying back on his cotton bed.

This was everything that I wanted and everything that I’ve ever dreamt in the small chemistry lab. From the first day I saw him on the cold September morning, I knew he was the one that I would-

A loud knock on the poster filled door broke us apart. “Hey Ash, can you please help me.”

I feel my blood boil, and the dark magic getting to me. How dare he ruin the moment.

“I’m a bit busy, Lo-”

“Please Ash,” he cried, “my sister called and she needs me. I’m too drunk to drive to her apartment across campus.”

I could hear the slight sobs that came from the other side of the door, even if there was music playing loudly in the background. Slowly, I look at Ashton for his reaction. His face was soft, filled with guilt. “Y/n, his sister is going through a lot… 10 minutes and no more.”

Taking a deep break, I let him go, “if you don’t come back in 10, I’m stealing all of your juice boxes.”

He replies back with a smile and a small giggle. I watched him walk out the door, dragging his friend along with him…

I ended up walking home that night after waiting for him alone in his room for an hour. I walked back with shame, thinking that he actually cared for me. Embarrassment filled my body and tears rolled down my face. The way the street lights gleamed felt like mocking. Focusing on me. On my mistakes.

One flick of my wrist, and they were all shattered.

Everything was quite outside at the campus. I was a few blocks away from the frat party and the music died down after five. I shivered from the coldness that made my feet ache on the hard concrete. Also at about five blocks, I took off my heels and dangled them through my fingers. Tears rolled down my face.

How could he do this to me?

“No. I can’t use my emotions for powers,” I told myself. No matter what, I can’t do that.

I can’t help but think of what he did. Standing me up, leaving me in his room for an hour, making me look like a complete and utter idiot. Walking out of his bed room with tears rolling down my face was the worst experience ever, and especially when i walked passed the two girls that laughed at me.

I hate everyone.

Taking a deep breath, I look up at the dark sky which looked beautiful and with the star, clearly visible, I can feel much better.

Maybe Ashton has an explanation?

Maybe I’m just that naive.

Walking into chemistry felt like the walk-of-shame. I feared of the look that would appear on Ashton’s face because of how he played me. All night I debated whether he was innocent or not. It took me hours to fall asleep, but my final thought was he is not.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t there sitting on his desk like usual with his normal bright smile or glowing hazel eyes. Something felt off.

I passed by the empty desk that sat in the front and walked towards the back where another empty seat stood next to mine. Everything felt off, as if something dark was right next to me.

“Everyone,” my attention is caught onto my professor. “Our dean, Mr. Johnson, is here to announce some news.” Mrs. Louis bowed her head and gave the attention to our dean.

What is going on?

That was one sign that something was completely off, our dean never came to classrooms. Sign two, Mrs. Louis was always a happy women.

What is going on?

“We would like to address something very tragic that occurred last night that has caused a drastic change in our school. Mr. Irwin has passed away.”

Everything in my body has shut down. What’s going on? I feel numb, as if everything was nothing. My sense of hearing slowly fades as do as my sight. Blackness surrounds me and engulfs me. Pitch darkness is all I see.

“Him and Mr. Gunderson were driving late last night and were struck by a drunk driver. Mr. Gunderson is in critical condition and has a slight chance of living, but Mr. Irwin died on impact.”

Different gasps and cries filled the classroom. “I’m sorry to all his friends. Please be cautious while driving, everyone.” No one paid attention to the dean leaving the classroom as they all mourned together.

Everything is black. Everything is quiet to me. I need to see him. He was so young and so different from everyone I have ever met. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved better. My heart is pumping so hard, I could feel it bursting out of my chest. My whole body felt like it was burning on fire, but then also numb like I want to just collapse. I didn’t stop running, not until I made it to my dorm.

When I opened the door to my room, everything was red, the walls on my room, the furniture, the papers that were scattered around my room. I let the tears run down my face and before I could collapse onto the floor, the only thing that stood out was the forbidden book.

Forget everything, forget all the emotions that are filling my body up with pain, I’m going to bring him back.

I ran to the drawer and dumped all of my magical objects to the floor and scattering everything that i needed. Next, I grabbed the book with the glowing red Forbidden on it. I dropped down to my knees and quickly flipped through the pages. Every pages looked blurry, which I couldn’t care less. It wasn’t till the one page that wasn’t that I knew something was leading me to this. The words RESURRECTION stood out of everything. Placing the book on the floor, I grabbed the candles and surrounded them around me. Striking a match, I lit them one by one until the last one lit, I blew out the the small, but dangerous, flame. With the many different herbs, I mixed them up in a clay bowl before striking another match and lighting it on fire.

Please let this work.

Taking a deep breath, I whispered the spell, letting the Latin words spill off my tongue. I grabbed the DNA of Ashton, the small white straw of the juice box that he drank.

“I’m not drugging you up. If I was, would I be giving you a juice box to swallow it down?”

God, i remember that cheeky little smirk he had on his face  as he handed me the small box that was 10 times smaller than his hand. He always had a unique sense of humor.

Throwing in the straw, I watched as it disintegrated before my eyes. Why does this hurt so much?

I grabbed the small knife next to me and cut the palm on my hand without any hesitation or reaction to the pain. everything fell numb, even as I watched the red blood drip into the bland clay pot. Why does nothing feel the same? I can see the tears falling from my face, but why can’t feel them? Why does this have to happen and to him especially?

“Do you smell… Lavender?”

My tears spilled down my face even more and my voice began to crack as i spoke out the words from the spell. Every second I feel less energy, but a bit of hope in my heart.

My words began to get louder as everything seemed deaf to me. Why can’t I hear my own words? The only sense I have is my scent and it reaked of burning spices. Even as it filled my whole room and probably the whole house, I continued as if it didn’t bother me one bit.

“Ill be back. I Promise…”

Suddenly all my senses came back and they all came crashing down. “You promised,” I chocked out screaming as I buried my face in my hands.

“I told ya I would.”

I turned quickly, so quick it caused me to get dizzy. For the hundredth time today, my body broke down. I looked at his figure, dressed in all black, styling his regular smile. However his smile was the same, there was something different about his eyes. “Ashton?”

He let out a cocky chuckle and came closer, “Who else?”

His eyes reflect a darkness, though he still had his regular hazel brown eyes. “Who are you?”

“Im still Ashton,” he waved his hands out in a surprise motion. He picked up the black book and read the spell page before letting out a series of tisks. “Well it looks here, you forgot a paragraph. Like you always says, you shouldn’t get you’re emotions get to ya.”

My eyes go wide and follow his every direction, “h-how do you know that?”

Ashton shrugs his shoulder and tilts his head, “its kinda cute. You actually think no one can hear you thinking?” He drops the book into my hands before leaning onto the wall.

“But I messed up. Why are you still here?”

“well, my dear, you brought back on side.” He folded his arms and continued, “the other side, and the one you love, is in heaven.”

My blood ran cold, “so-so you’re a demon.”


He pushed himself off the wall and knelt next to me. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand bring my chin up. “I may not be the same Ashton that you loved,” his voice whispered through my ear, “but I’m everything Ashton was too scared to show you.”

I couldn’t help it but force his face into mine. How could it ended up being me being the one to be start than the actual demon in this room. Secondly, why am I doing this? I should be scared, traumatized. I just brought a dead soul back.

Ashton pulled me into his lap, digging his head into my neck and leaving swollen red love bites that were easily noticeable. Shivers run down my whole body as I tilt my head back to give him more access and hinting to where I’m most sensitive. It was like he read my mind because not long after, he found it. I let out a small moan and bury my hands into his soft blonde hair.

His masculine hands gripped my sides, tugging me closer to him, then whispering jump. I obeyed his command and jumped onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. We fell onto the white bed sheets and continued our sinning.

The room is defiantly moving, or is it just me spinning? What I’m doing is so wrong, but I got what I wanted. What I wanted was Ashton and he’s here, on top of me, leaving many bruises on my warm body. Everything was happening so fast. 20 minutes ago I found out he died and now hes ripping my shirt off, unbuttoning my pants, and toying with the rim of my underwear.

“Ashton,” I arched my back, “please.”

His fingers ghostly inches towards the clip of my red lacey bra, “is this what you want?” I squealed and nodded at his growl, needing him to continue. In a second, my clip was unhooked and the bra was across the room. “God, how could I ever say no when you’re responding like that?”

Hot breaths comes out of my mouth as I feel the soft lips on my sensitive breast, then the feeling of his wet tongue drawing circles around me. With his open hand, he didn’t leave my other breast unwanted, but rubs it softly. I suddenly feel the texture of his jeans rub against my inner thigh. My hand slowly moved from his abs to the front of his jeans to palm his hard. I get a moan answer from him which sends vibrations to my breasts.

Unbuckling his belt, I tried to pull them down, but it was too hard in the position that we were in. Ashton realized that and lifted himself off of me. Daringly, I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his black jeans off. I bee-lined straight for the bulge that stood out of his black briefs. Putting my hands back onto him, I slowly massaged and pulled on the large length through the fabric. His groans got louder by the second and went sky rocketed when I pulled off the partition to his swollen hard cock.

I grabbed him and licked the lip, causing him to buck his hips. I then put it all into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down.

God, I’m terrible person, but since I started, might as well finish…? I’m a terrible person.

Not long after, I popped him out of my mouth. Ashton, catching back his breath, leans back up and pushes me down on the silky sheets. His fingers are ghostly edging towards my matching laced red panties. The feeling of them rolling down my thighs, slowly, made me wetter by the second. “Oh, so you like that?”

He rips them completely off and again, throws my underwear across the room and forcefully positions himself in between my legs. The feeling of the tip of his hard cock drove me absolutely crazy and i buck my hips to try to speed him up.

“Eh eh eh,” he waved his pointer finger at me, “patience.” He grabbed his length and gave it a few strokes before inserting it into me. I moan out loud and arch my back, trying for him to get him to hit my spot.

I felt as if the room was spinning around again. With every thrust that he took, my vision faded. With every scream I let out, the more I went deaf. Everything was becoming black and white once again, but only this time… it was his eyes glowing red.

“Ashton!” I screamed out as he hit my sensitive spot, over and over again. “I’m going to-”

“Hold it in, sweetheart.” he bucked his hips even harder and at a sloppier pace. Droplets of sweat rolled off his cheek and onto my chest. I don’t know if I can hold it any longer…

The pit feeling in my stomach was starting to take over and I’m scared what will happen if I let it go than listening to Ashton’s orders. I gripped my nails into Ashton’s back, holding in my juices as long as possible. Its getting so hard, from the grunts that hes letting out, to how his eye are closed and so focused on pleasuring me.

I dont know if I can hold it in much longer…

“Let go, sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as I let go of everything, moaning out loud in relief. Not long after, he lets go inside me and thrusts it all out.

His sweaty figure falls right besides me on my average white bed. His muscular arms wrap around my bare torso and buries his head in my neck. I stayed completely stiff, not knowing what to do.

Did he just fall asleep?

His once panting breaths slowly turned into deep relaxed breathing. He really did fall asleep. Typical.

Here I am. Alone in my dorm with the man that died last night. The man that I was mourning about not that long ago. I broke the one promise that I’ve ever made, and it all back fired in my face. The book of the forbidden had so many different spells, but I don’t think it carried the one that I need…

“I’m everything Ashton was too scared to show you.”

God, what did I do…

Feast of Love [M]

BTS Supernatural AU
Pairings: Hoseok x Reader / BTS x Reader / Namjin / Taegi / Jikook 
Word Count: 7,200
Warnings: Blood, Pain, Biting, All THE GOOD SHIT

Inspired by the Blood Sweat & Tears MV as well as Penny Dreadful. A sexy, supernatural orgy of pleasure, pain, and drugs ensues. Enjoy.


One heeled foot peaked around the corner of the dark brick building I called home, into the dusky evening that precariously tipped on the edge of night. A breeze filtered through the loose, fluttery bottom of my dress, a breeze that held the whispers of an autumn and winter chill that came with early October, yet the nature around me still clung to its summer colors. Pink and purple flowers dotted the manicured city sidewalk, reflecting the colors of the setting sun and sky, soon to die as the leaves turned fiery shades of orange and red.

I wrapped my long coat closer to my body, shivering as a chill teased against the baby hairs currently resting upon the nape of my neck, my hair tucked into an elaborated up-do. The sensation stirred a churning deep within me and I sucked in a breath through my teeth before breathing out and blinking away the fuzz in my mind. Each step I took clipped against the stone sidewalk as I weaved and danced among the bustling Friday night crowd. I was looking for something, someone, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. A peculiar sensation indeed, one that heightened my senses and left me alert among passive faces with unassuming features. There! A glance of bright blue eyes, too bright to be natural, a flash of violet crushed velvet that quickly disappeared among drab colors of grey, black, and brown. Fairy floss hair stole my attention and I made a beeline for him, at least I think it was a him. Suddenly, a wave of vertigo overcame me and I stumbled, eyes fluttering as I swayed from side to side, disrupting the flow of bodies. I tried to regain my balance, squeezing my eyes shut hard as I gulped in breaths of air, but each attempt only intensified the feeling.

“Careful now, (Y/N).” whispered a deep, soulful voice next to my ear, one that I somehow recognized.

Hands gently caught me and I followed their lead, trusting their intentions as if I knew them well.

 “You found us again. You’re such a good girl.”

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anonymous asked:

au where david got amnesia after getting hit by the logs in ep 12 (i'm not sure if that would actually give someone amnesia in real life but imagine the angst)

“He’s going to be fine, Max. No need to worry.”

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Dating Liam Dunbar

A/n: I’m so sorry for being really bad at posting and stuff but here’s this bc I love Liam a lot. (Also I’m caught up with TW now so yay) Enjoy! - Cat x

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  • Being best friends for a while before he asks you out
  • Him being really nervous to ask you out and when he does he struggles to get his words out
  • “Y/n hey um … do you want … I mean would you like … will you …”
  • “Yes.”
  • “What?”
  • “Yes, I will go out with you. There’s a new pizza place I really wanna try out.”
  • Liam asking Scott for advice and Stiles just so happens to be in the room at the time
  • Stiles then insisting on singing ‘Can you feel the love tonight’ whenever he sees you together
  • Knowing about the pack and what they’re up to, way before Liam tells you
  • “But how?”
  • “Liam you hang around with a bunch of seniors and it’s not exactly like you try and hide your eyes.”
  • Falling deeply in love with his eyes, both his golden ones and his usual blue ones
  • Liam always being there when you get out of class, even if he is trying to hide the fact that he’s out of breath
  • Being the first one Scott calls when he senses something slightly off about Liam, especially as you are notoriously good at calming him down within thirty seconds
  • Being his phone lock screen
  • Him leaving his phone unlocked one day and although you felt really bad, snooping through it. All you found were hundreds of selfies of you two together and some that he had taken when you weren’t looking.
  • Your favourite thing was that his notes were full of little things he wanted to remember, like your favourite ice cream flavour or the name of the song you’d said you liked in passing three weeks ago.
  • Being each other’s first proper valentine’s
  • Catching him staring, all the time
  • “Liam, stop it.”
  • “Nope.”
  • “Then at least tell me what you’re thinking.”
  • “Well, I’m trying to figure out how on earth I got so lucky.”
  • Not only would Liam be protective of you, but the pack would take to you pretty quickly and if anything happened to you at school one of them would be behind you within seconds.
  •  Finding new things every single day that make you fall in love with him even more
  • Like the fact that he had a pad in his bag when your period came early and he told you he always kept it in there for emergencies.
  • Or that he has a photo of you in his wallet
  • When you mentioned it during a conversation with Scott he tells you that he uses it to calm himself down and takes it out often to look at
  • Liam being really into taking you on dates and would come up with the best ideas.
  • Being really in love and good for each other
I Forgot to Mention

Just an angsty Finn drabble I came up with.

warnings: mentions of abortion; also I don’t usually write stuff like this so it may be sucky?

I never did anything wild or crazy. Always sensible, responsible. But, he was just so damn good looking. And so damn charming. It took four drinks and his lips crashing against mine. That was it.

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harrybitchstyles  asked:

I don’t know if you have or if someone has already asked but please make a part 2 for Leave right now. I neED IT. PLEASE

I’ve decided that for any asks I get to continue my ‘one-shots’ or ‘imagines’ will be 1) shorter and 2) attached to the asks requesting so. There’s no promises that they’ll be done immediately after receiving an ask though! 

“And this is my place,” you breathe out the words as you open the front door wider. After a long walk, you and Harry ended up deciding it’d be best to get inside since the night was coming to an close - much too quickly if you were to add. 

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Lazy universe

Just a few random thoughts about BBC Sherlock, inspired by my sometimes slightly absurd real life (it got a little long, so please bear with me…)

Last week I took a plane to Dusseldorf, Germany (to attend a meeting for my work). On my way there, it was easy to dose off, but in the beginning, when the stewardess started the routine safety demonstration, I was still alert. And when she got to the oxygen mask, I couldn’t help smiling, thinking about this scene from TFP:

As I’ve tried to say before (and also more eloquently expressed in this meta by @sagestreet), I believe this is us, the audience. It’s difficult to pay attention as long as we’re being deliberately sedated with the usual, heteronormative ’warm paste’ stuff, in an environment short of oxygen…

On my way back, there was – as usual nowadays - a rigorous security control of all the passengers at Dusseldorf’s airport; they carefully x-rayed all the passengers’ belongings and made us step into a machine that scanned our whole bodies. It’s a bit messy perhaps, but I guess we have to be patient, considering how frequent terrorist attacks have become here in Europe and elsewhere. But it wasn’t until later that I remembered this from ASiB:

According to John’s blog, not only the plane, but also his blog crashed after this incident, due to all the comments:

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Warning: minor arguing, cheating,and i hope you enjoy!

Ily you love me sooo about that Selena Gomez “Perfect” song thinggy. Maybe you could write that for me? @grayson-bailey-dolan-owns-me

(For full effect listen to the song ‘Perfect’ by the queen herself Selena Gomez k enjoy)

‘Different inflection when you say my name

Kiss me

But your kiss don’t taste the same’

“Don’t you lie to me Grayson Bailey Dolan” tears clouding your vision, so many unanswered questions in your head how could he you thought, why you thought.

“Could you stop yelling your gonna wake up the neighbors” you shook your head in disbelief as you stormed to your shared bedroom with him heading to your closet.

“Y/n what are you doing” you ignored him as you grabbed clothes and stuffed them in your travel bag “no please y/n” he reached his hand out to grab you but you pushed it off, “let me explain” you stopped turning slowly towards him.

‘Is it real or am I going out of my mind?

Curious ‘bout the company that you keep

Cause I hear you talking ‘bout her in your sleep

And now you’ve got me talking 'bout her in mine’

His eyes glossy and full of guilt, why does he feel this way? “I- i slept with her ok, is that what you wanna hear” he looked down “and you know what” you looked up tears running down your cheeks “I don’t regret it” he was looking at you now, his eyes dark full of nothingness almost like he wasn’t there, and he wasn’t.

Not the grayson you grew up with, not the grayson you fell for 5 years ago, not the grayson you knew like the back of your hand. “Th- thanks f-for telling m-me” in between sniffles you got yourself together and headed for the door, keeping in mind that he didn’t follow you, he didn’t come after you nor did he even try to stop you from leaving. This was the end. You started up your car looking back to something that has been thrown away and stomped on.

'I bet she has it all

Bet she’s beautiful like you, like you

And I bet she’s got that touch

Makes you fall in love, like you, like you’

Your mind raced, thinking deeply about him and how he did what he did. She was lucky you thought.

'I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest

I can feel the distance every time you

remember her fingertips

Maybe I should be more like her’

You found the nearest hotel to crash at for the time being, you got to the front desk “hey sweetie what’s your name?” You looked up at the kind lady, your eyes bloodshot and face stained from mascara “call me lonely” she grabbed your hand rubbing it and giving it a little squeeze “stay as long as you would like pretty” she let go of your hand placing your room key in it, you nodded giving her a smile.

How does she touch you? Can I try it, too?

I know you’re twisted, but baby, I’m twisted, too

I wanna know how she could make a man lose his mind

With the smell of her perfume

I could love her, too, like you,

And I can almost hear her laugh

Curving on her back for you

I can see her body rushing into you

Crashing on your skin

Burning within, burning so deep, deep

On your skin, skin next to me’

The morning sun burning your eyes, sleep deprived you laid there. Blank, not feeling any emotion or any urge to cry. He ruined you, you thought, he put you in this position, this state of mind. But you can’t blame him right?

She was everything you weren’t, she had it all, and boy was she beautiful. She matched him.. perfectly, they’re non flawed glowy skin and pearly white teeth. You couldn’t get on her level, you thought. But you could say, and always will be able to say.

He was mine first, my baby boy, my little munchkin, my first love, he was mine emphasis on the word “was”. Now he’s hers, she’s his, and your alone…

Disclaimer: it’s a story loves, don’t doubt yourself ever when it comes to a guy. Your the SHIT and a queen.. yes you the one reading this ily 💜💜💜