pan hit

went to a househunters-watching party over the weekend; here’s my impression of the show

VOICEOVER: She wants a historically accurate thirteenth century castle in the heart of bustling downtown L.A. He has his heart set on living in a small metallic orb that would float over a bottomless gorge, beyond space and time. Can this pair of newlyweds see eye to eye???

WIFE: The location is nice but I don’t know about these staircases…I just had my heart set on an escalator made of sand and artisan brie.

HUSBAND: Well it’s definitely not a small floating metallic orb.

REALTOR: That…would defy several laws of physics.

WIFE (squinting): Do you have anything that is simultaneously larger, cheaper, newer, and more historic?


WIFE: And I need a big kitchen. I love to cook!

(Cut to footage of the wife in her current kitchen, wearing an apron and surrounded by pots and pans. She is hitting a banana with a hammer. On the counter next to her is a pile of doll hair.)

HUSBAND: Yeah, get her a nice kitchen. Of course, I won’t be spending any time in there, ha ha! (His laugh is loud but his eyes are so empty. They are empty all the way back.)

WIFE: And I need a room for my shoes. That is simply non-negotiable.

HUSBAND: Also, if we can swing it with our budget, I’d love a finished basement where I can really unwind and stew in my toxic masculinity and repressed emotion. And hardwood floors.

WIFE: And hardwood floors.

HUSBAND AND WIFE IN EERIE UNISON: Hardwood. Floors. (somehow it sounds like way more than two voices, more like the collective whisper of an army)

REALTOR: Okay, I will certainly, um. See what I can do? Anyway, this next house, it’s a metallic orb hanging on a sturdy cord near a ravine—

WIFE: Well it’s definitely not a genuine thirteenth century castle—

HUSBAND AND WIFE: (stare at each other in open contempt)

REALTOR: Heyyy so why don’t we take a look inside?


But can you imagine planning and putting on musicals at hogwarts??

•into the woods with an actual witch magic and a growing bean stock

•sweeney todd with great blood effects

•les mis with a self building barricade and aging make up

•phantom with a shattering but harmless chandelier

•n2n with a ghost as Gabe

•chicago with a real disappearing swan dive

•singing in the rain with real rain on the stage but actors could be dry for the next scene

•mary poppins would just be a hit in general

•little shop of horrors with a real plant and disappearing acts

•the sets could be self changing and the lighting crew could use their wands as spot lights and just


It’s not you, it’s Smee: A 3B crack-canon divergence

So after a little chat with some lovely ladies, the silly idea was formed.

What if Killian had gone with Emma & Henry last minute, just before Pan’s curse hit?

Well, that would have been fantastic and many fics out there have proven just how awesome it would have been!

But then we wondered who could have came to find them?

My answer? SMEE!

Just imagine.

Typical morning in New York… breakfast as usual. 

Everything’s going great.

Then… a knock at the door!


He’s come with important information for the captain and the sheriff. 

A bird landed on the Jolly Roger while he was taking care of it, bringing news of them all being in danger.

But Emma’s having none of the crazy man’s ramblings and closes the door. 

Smee decides that his best course of action would be to wait to get the captain alone.

He finally catches him on his way to work… 

Killian can’t help but listen to the crazy man.. 

Will Smee get through to the cursed pirate? Or will he find himself in the brig before nightfall?

Because we know true love isn’t just romantic.. and Smee’s loyal to his captain…

“Bloody hell- you just kissed me?!”

“I’m sorry, captain. I thought you felt as I did.”

“Felt as you di- I don’t bloody know you! And stop calling me captain!”

Or Smee keeps thrusting an old plank of wood from the Jolly Roger in Killian’s face.

“Just- kiss the wood, sir.”

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Trust me. Just kiss it. Or touch it. It’ll all make sense once you do.”

“I think it’s time you left. You’re clearly in need of professional help.”

“But she’s your true love, captain!” 

Tagging some ladies that were privy to the silliness @spartanguard @fergus80 @optomisticgirl @xpumpkindumplingx @kat2609

Lion Queen

You sat on the couch, your legs dangling from the edge with Robbie inbetween your legs on the floor. You two sat in perfect silence letting Orange Is The New Black play while you absentmindedly played with Robbie’s dirty blond hair. You messed it up so it stuck up in different places, sometimes combing your fingers through or ruffling it up.

After a while, Robbie spoke up “Why are you playing with my hair?”

“It’s fun” You answered with a smile “makes you look wild

“Wild? like a lion?” He teased, climbing up on the bed slyly over you as you backed up on the couch letting him hover over you. “Let’s play then”

“Robbie, I know that look…” you backed up farther but to no avail, he trapped you between his hands.

“You dare defy the king?”

“Please, don’t-” But it was too late, the brit had started tickling your stomach, knowing your weak spot and taking advantage, showing no mercy.

You gasped for breath unable to hold back your laughs “Please!” You managed between laughing “S-stop!”

Eventually, Robbie pulled back with a smirk, he was still on top of you and you wanted to slap him. But his expression quickly changed as he glanced at your lips then back to your eyes.


“Yes?” You answered

“Be my lion queen” and with that, he leaned down, connecting your lips.


Teasing Christmas Mornings

- Holiday Prompt Day Five - December 5th - 

kihyun x reader 


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anon nymph wished– Christmas prompt #9 with kihyun : ) - 학생 anon.

Hello my 학생 anon! ^^ I do hope you like your gift! ^^ 


#9 Aww how sweet of you to make me breakfast on Christmas morning! Now move before you burn down the house.

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voice // eisuke x mc

“Hmm~” Mc’s hums filled throughout the kitchen. She appeared to be humming a song unfamiliar to him. While he has done research on singing groups for profit before, he wasn’t that familiar with newer songs. Not that mattered to him, however. What he cared about most was hearing her and only her.

While she wasn’t particularly loud, there wasn’t anything else that was loud in the room. There were the occasional sounds of the pan, the spoon hitting the bowl as she mixed, and her placing plates down, her voice was most the most dominant out of all them.

Eisuke may have been in the same room as her, but he had no intentions of speaking. All he wanted to do was listen to the sweet sound of her voice. It was surprisingly pleasant for him, being able to just sit there and watch her. Everyone knew he loved the sound of his own voice, so to anyone else, this must’ve seemed unreal.

“Eisuke~” Mc called out, glancing back. “Is there anything you want on your pancakes specifically? Or should I just go with syrup?”

“I want fruit and whipped cream.” Eisuke responded quickly, confident in his answer. Mc let out a small giggle in response to his choice, quickly going back to her cooking.

Eisuke went back to gazing at her. He couldn’t help but wonder how a few sounds could make him this happy. Had her voice always made him feel this way? Eisuke couldn’t help but react to every little thing she would say.

Though, if he had to pick a favorite, he especially enjoyed it when she called out his name. Something about it made him feel safe, at home.

“Here, Eisuke.” Mc walked over to where Eisuke was sitting, bringing their plates . She quickly put hers over to her side before walking over to Eisuke.
As Mc put down his plate in front of him, Eisuke pressed a quick kiss against her cheek.

“Eisuke?” Mc smiled happily, a faint blush forming on her cheeks.
Mhm. It was definitely his favorite.

“hey im making a grilled cheese and i buttered both sides of the bread. it’s gonna be so good dude, you dont even know man. [sound of spatula scraping pan] i don’t know what kind of cheese to put on it, though. i’m already being fancy, i might as well go all the way right? [fridge opening] oh, okay. okay, bro, i can do [plastic rustling] cheddar with muenster oooooor, uh, cheddar with provolone. oh man, those both sound good. [fridge shuts, plastic rustling] do you think, like, phobos knows anything about cheese? should i go ask what he thinks? i’ve seen him eat cheese, but i dont know if he knows cheese, you know? [silence, plastic rustling and spatula hitting pan. chewing noises] [loud gasp] OH MY GOD bro, i know what to do. oh my god man, im gonna put both on it, it’ll be the be-”

“Press one to replay this message”

Game of Chess(P.15)

Title: Game of Chess(P.15)
Pairing: Reader x many pairings(But seriously, many, like…the reader is so bad xD)(Dylan O’Brien mainly in the end)
Warnings: Smut, Age difference, Boss-employee relationship, cussing, murder, drug mentions, dark themes.
Summary: O’Brien’s is a large banking company that is overtaking the credit card industries. Their rival Pan Banking has been hitting the company hard with different tactics, taking their employees, lowering their costs to consume more customers. Y/N gets a job as Mr. O’Brien’s new assistant and he’s quite impressed with her, but there is a lot more to her past and Pan banking then Dylan had expected. But even in the twists and turns of this dangerous game, he might not care about the past she has.

“Robbie!” Thomas let go of my hand to hurry ahead, smacking a hand down on the shoulder of a lanky boy. The other turned around, smiling a bit at the brunette. 

“Tommy, hey!” He grinned, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes connecting with mine for a minute. 

Thomas smiled again, swinging his backpack further onto his shoulder. “When did you get here?” 

“Ah, I flew in from London late last night. You know my mom,” He laughed a bit. “School is important so she ushered me straight into here before I got to tell anyone I arrived.” 

I finally caught up with Thomas, sliding my hand over his shoulder. “Whose your friend?” I asked, my eyes catching Robbie’s a sly smile on my lips. 

The boy instantly smirked, his eyes sweeping over my body before moving back up to my face. Thomas seemed to tense at the motion of his look, but he never commented on it. “Right, Robbie. This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is my cousin Robbie. He just moved here from London.” 

Robbie’s grin seemed to widen. “Oh my mom is gonna love this news.” He offered his hand to me, I took it gently, my fingers sliding over his. “She thought Tommy was gay. But you are way to pretty to be a guy.” 

Thomas cleared his throat, sending a mock glare towards his cousin before taking my hand in his. “Well, we should certainly hang out soon.” 

Robbie’s eyes never left mine when he nodded. “Oh yeah, we will.”

It was a few months after that meeting that my life would change entirely. I would go from being a straight A student, captain of the girls basketball team, prom queen with an amazing and caring boyfriend to being the mess I am today, only far worse. Today, I was trying to make my future better. Back then I was making it horrible. 

It started with the nights that Thomas and I hung out with Robbie, at his place or at Tommy’s. They were very close and Thomas seemed to be really happy that his cousin had moved over to the states. Added to that, Robbie and I became close friends rather quickly. 

I rushed through the hallways after the bell rang, expecting to catch up with Thomas for lunch. I slid around a corner, colliding directly into Robbie who laughed lightly. “Slow down, darlin’, where are you off too?” 

“Hey, Robbie! I actually was looking for Tommy, I haven’t heard from or seen him all morning.” I replied, stepping back a bit from him after I regained my balance. 

“Oh, he’s probably asleep. I’m sure he’ll text you when he wakes up, but he has the flu I think. Guess you’re stuck with me for lunch.” Robbie smiled, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders.

I frowned a bit, I should have known he’d be out sick, he mentioned it to me on the phone last night that he wasn’t feeling too good. “I’ll drop by with his school work and some soup after school then.” I gave Robbie a smile. “You’re not a bad replacement though, lead the way Mr. Kay.”

He chuckled. “I like the sound of that. Maybe someday you’ll work for me, you might have to call me that all the time.”

“Big plans for the future, Robbie?” I giggled. 

“Actually, yeah quite a few. Some of which start a little earlier then you’d think. What do you say me and you hang out tonight. I have to run some errands for some extra cash, I could use the help.”

It was then that I should have said no, that I should have just brought Thomas his homework and soup after school and went on with my schedule of practice, homework, dinner and a marathon of Awkward before bed. Instead, I smiled, sitting down with him for lunch. “Sure, I think I can help out.”

I swung by my house after school to drop off my bag and throw on a different outfit. A bit later that evening Robbie pulled into my driveway and I ran out to get in his car. “Here, put this on.” He reached over, handing me a short brightly colored wig. 

I scrunched up my nose in confusion, raising a brow as I looked up at the boy. “Why?” 

He gave me a half grin. “You trust me, right, Y/N?” 

I nodded. “A lot considering I haven’t known you for long.”

“And I trust you. A lot.” He bit his lip, leaning closer. “In fact, I know that Thomas is my cousin and your boyfriend, but…I also like you a lot.”

I swallowed nervously. “Robbie–”

“Don’t worry!” He grinned, sitting back in his seat. “This isn’t a confession. I just, I trust you and I need some help…Will you trust me, please?”

I glanced down at the wig, ignoring the feeling of worry that welled up inside of me. After a moment, I brought the short hair up to my head and slid it on. “Does it look awful?” 

He smiled brightly, shaking his head. “Not at all.”

The errands Robbie ran were dangerous and illegal and at first I was terrified, but I felt like it must have been the adrenaline that egged me on, that made me feel better about the whole thing. 

Theft was an understatement of the things Robbie did, he worked for a group of older guys. They had him rip people off by selling fake bags of drugs. Herbs instead of weed, sugar and salt instead of cocaine. He high jacked cars, they fixed them up and sold for profit. I started helping him every couple of nights. 

I lied to Thomas about where I was going at night. It was an awful feeling because I knew he had trust in me. I knew he never questioned a single thing I said to him. 

“You lied to me you little bastard!” The screaming came from around the corner and Robbie quickly turned around to press me into the wall, hiding me behind a dumpster. 

“Stay down here and be quiet.” He held his finger to my lips and made sure I didn’t argue as he slid back around and hurried into the alley way. 

“You! You child faced piece of shit! This isn’t what I paid money for!” I watched from under the dumpster as a bag slid across the ground, bursting open and spilling sugar onto the pavement. 

Robbie had his hands up, giving the guy a careful look. “I only make the deliveries, I don’t make the bags.” 

The man advanced and I sunk further into the shadows, my hand over my mouth. “You give me my fucking money back you little prick or I’ll shoot you right between your fucking eyes!”

I held back a sob as I listened to him, watching Robbie take a step back. The guy must have had a gun. 

“Robbie, get out of here!” Another voice came from behind us, I whirled around carefully to see who was there. One of the guys that Robbie worked for came around, his own gun pulled. “Get home, I’ll take care of this.” 

Robbie rushed to the dumpster, his arms circling around me. “Come on!” 

He hurried me down another alley, never looking back, though all I could do was listen to the screaming, the cussing and just as we reached Robbie’s car, the gunshot. 

Both of us froze, though Robbie never said anything as he slowly moved again, opening my door and helping me in. He got in on the other side and drove away from the area as quickly as possible. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” 

“Please drop me off at Tommy’s.” I said quietly. 

He frowned, glancing over at me as I tugged the wig from my head. “Y/N, you can’t tell him–”

“I can’t do this. Someone just got shot, Robbie! Please drop me off.” 

Robbie pulled over on the side of the road, putting his head in his hands over the steering wheel. I could see the tears coming down his cheeks as I looked over. I leaned across the seat, running my finger over one of them. “Robbie…” 

“I’m in too deep with this, Y/N…We both are. We can’t back out. I’m so sorry I brought you into this.” He sat up, pulling me the rest of the way across the seat, wrapping his arms around me. 

I swallowed, hugging him tightly. “I don’t know what to do, Robbie. This is dangerous.” 

Robbie nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “I’m gonna figure it out, I promise…But please…Don’t stop being here with me. I need you, I’ve never had someone I trusted so much, Y/N.” He bit his lip. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” 

My eyes caught his and before I could respond, his lips were on mine. My hands gripped the sides of his face as he slid me into his lap, leaning me against the steering wheel. 

I parted from his lips for only a moment. “If we keep this up, Robbie. We need his help. He’s smarter then both of us. We can trust him.”

Robbie nodded, his hands on my waist before he dipped back into the kiss.

We had just gotten home from the police station, I laid awake next to Dylan, his arm hanging loosely around my waist. I stared up at the ceiling, tears springing at my eyes. 

The thoughts of my past rushed through my mind, mixing with images of Thomas and the blood splattered across his shirt, dripping into a pool on the parking lot. 

Originally posted by happyhippy98

I turned onto my side, causing Dylan to slide his hand off my waist, rotating to the other direction with a soft sigh. My eyes fell on the picture he had sitting on his end table. Lydia smiled brightly towards the camera, towering forward as he had her hoisted on his shoulders. 

I swallowed back a soft sob that ached to pass my chest at the thought of Robbie hurting him or those he loved. Without waking him, I slid out of the bed and grabbed the bag near the closet. 

Once I had what I needed I walked out the front door and pulled my phone from my pocket. 

“Did that get your attention, darling?”

I swallowed, tears falling down my cheeks at the sound of his voice on the other end of the phone. 

“What do you want me to do?” 

He chuckled and there was a hushed exchange on his side. “Where should I pick you up, love? I miss having you next to me at night.”

I walked down the road to get as far away from Dylan’s house as possible, I didn’t want him to know where he lived. “I’ll be at the park on Hastings. You can come bring me home.”

“That’s my girl.”

Peter Pan. Central Park. The park hasn’t designated a name for it, so I decided to name it Peter Pan. This tree refuses to grow up. It’s trunk bends as soon as it leaves the ground. Even as the branches begin to grow upward, they take a turn right back to the ground.  It’s a very healthy tree on a mission.

Twisted and defiant. What a perfect park and city for this thriving New Yorker!

Game of Chess(P.14)

Title: Game of Chess(P.14)
Pairing: Reader x many pairings(But seriously, many, like…the reader is so bad xD)(Dylan O’Brien mainly in the end)
Warnings: Smut, Age difference, Boss-employee relationship, cussing, murder, drug mentions, dark themes.
Summary: O’Brien’s is a large banking company that is overtaking the credit card industries. Their rival Pan Banking has been hitting the company hard with different tactics, taking their employees, lowering their costs to consume more customers. Y/N gets a job as Mr. O’Brien’s new assistant and he’s quite impressed with her, but there is a lot more to her past and Pan banking then Dylan had expected. But even in the twists and turns of this dangerous game, he might not care about the past she has.

Originally posted by chiaaa98

“You need to tell them about Robbie.” Dylan said sternly now that we were sitting in a quiet room at the police station. I was still visibly shaken and I hadn’t said much to Dylan since we got in the car, but I knew he was only trying to help. He wasn’t directly showing it, but the fact that Thomas might not make it…I knew on the inside he must be an absolute wreck. 

“Dylan, you don’t underst-”

“Understand, what exactly, Y/N?” His voice was a bit harsher this time, making me avoid looking him in the eye. “That you were involved with him romantically when you came into my business? That you’re plan was to tear it all apart? That all the illegal activity that Thomas was talking about after the meeting, you were involved in? I know all of that. I don’t care!” 

I flinched lightly as his tone continued to raise. I kept trying to ignore the fact over the last few weeks that he must have known all of this, but he kept it to himself in order to keep me safe. And in doing so, his business was a crime scene and his best friend was in critical condition. 

“If you go down with him when you come clean it won’t be nearly as bad as it will be if you get caught trying to hide it, Y/N.” Suddenly, he softened his tone, reaching across the table to grasp my hand. “I don’t want to see you in any trouble, Y/N…But we can’t be quiet about this. He tried to kill Thomas. He might have succeeded.” 

He sighed when I remained silent. “If you don’t tell them…I’ll have no choice.”

My eyes lifted and I caught his gaze finally. He frowned, his eyes were glittered with tears and his body was shaking. He was torn up about the entire situation. And it was entirely my fault. 

“Okay.” I finally said, shutting my eyes with a single nod. “I’ll tell them.” 

Dylan reached across the table fully, pulling me across it and into his arms. He encircled them around me tightly, kissing the top of my head. “You won’t be brought down for this, Y/N. You were trying to keep yourself alive. They’ll have to understand that.” 

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I shut them tightly, clutching onto Dylan as he tried to comfort me. After a moment, the sound of the door opening pulled us apart and I sat back down and lifted my eyes as an investigator walked through the doors. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Ms. Y/L/N? I’m Officer Fjordbak. I’m here to ask you a few questions.” His eyes tore into mine instantly and gave me an uneasy feeling. A sinking feeling of distrust settled into my stomach and I sunk further into my seat. His eyes pulled away from me, settling on Dylan, they narrowed as he looked him over. Dylan visibly bristled, glancing at me as if trying to see if I recognized the officer. 

I didn’t know who he was, but I suddenly wasn’t sure I trusted him. I kept my mouth shut as he sat at the end of the table in the room. “Not sure you want to talk to me?” He gave me a sweet smile, ignoring Dylan entirely. 

My eyes flicked up to his for a moment before settling back onto my hands as I folded them in front of me. “You’ll have to speak at some point, I understand that this must have been a rather traumatic experience for you, but we need answers in order to make sure that we catch the person responsible behind the shooting.” 

I nodded, gaining another smile from him. His consistent smiles and uplifting attitude at a time like this only haunted me further. “Do you have any idea who might have wanted to hurt Mr. Sangster?” 

I nodded again, slowly. My eyes lifting to meet Dylan’s, who only gave me an encouraging look. “Yes. I have an idea.” 

When I looked up, I caught the warning look on the officers face and I instantly bit my lip. “I just…I don’t have any proof.” I threw in, instantly on the front that I didn’t want to share any information with this particular cop. 

Originally posted by stvlinski

Dylan shot me a look and I lifted my eyes, hoping he’d see that I didn’t trust this man. “Well…who do you seem to think is the cause?” 

In the blink of an eye, Dylan stood up, coming around to place a hand on my shoulder. “I don’t think this is very fair. She just watched a good friend of hers get shot and held him in her arms until help arrived. She’s not in any mindset to be giving any answers or accusations.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Let her have the night at least to recover herself and her thoughts before throwing her into a room and antagonizing her with questions.”

The cop gave a small smirk, glancing down at his papers. “Right and you are…her fiance.” I felt my heart sink when the look of disbelief came across the man’s face. “Dylan O’Brien, correct? Are you not the owner of the company that both Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Sangster work at?” 

“Yes, I am.”

Fjordbak looked at his file again. “Ms. Y/L/N, you were just recently hired onto O’Brien’s company…” 

I swallowed, nodding quietly. 

“And you’re now engaged to your boss?” His eyes locked with mine. “He’s quite a bit older then you, is he not?”

Dylan growled, helping me stand up. “That’s enough. She’s going home, our personal life and age difference is not of your concern.” 

“Officer Fjordbak.” The doors opened to another cop who walked in slowly, looking from myself and Dylan to the other officer. “I think that Mr. O’Brien has every right to keep those details to himself. Ms. Y/L/N does deserve a night to collect herself and to try and get some sleep.” 

Dylan gave a triumphant look towards Fjordbak, whose jaw tightened in anger before he shot a smile. “Of course, Officer Sharman.” 

He stood up, coming face to face with Dylan, they kept each others gaze locked until finally, Fjordbak broke away and walked towards the entrance. Sharman stepped to the side to let him leave and then turned his eyes back to the two of us. “I apologize if he asked any questions that were unreasonable. However, we will need to see you back tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N. There are many things we need to ask and go over about the nights events.”

I nodded and looked up at Sharman, smiling softly. I could trust him. I wanted to tell him everything, but I knew that Fjordbak wasn’t far away. Something about his looks and the way he seemed to know almost to much about me and Dylan confirmed my previous suspicions that Robbie had a few officers in the City on his payroll. 

“I’d prefer to keep him off of the case if this is how he acts after something so devastating.” Dylan replied, stepping in front of me. “If we return tomorrow it will be with my lawyer and I’d prefer the questions be asked by you or another more competent and understanding officer.” 

The tone in Dylan’s voice told me that he had the same suspicions, not only that, but he seemed to be challenging Fjordbak, as if he knew the man was listening to them at that very moment. 

Officer Sharman nodded softly. “I will do my best to assure that I am in charge of the case, however, Officer Fjordbak has already been assigned to this as well. I cannot keep him from any information that you share with me.”

Dylan nodded, his jaw clenching. “Very well.” 

“Is there any news on Thomas?” I said suddenly, causing Sharman to turn his gaze to me for what seemed like the first time since he had come in here. 

His blue eyes softened at my shaken and bloody state and he frowned a bit. “I apologize. We have not heard anything recently. He’s still in a very critical condition. The only visitor he’s allowed to have currently is his Fiance, Phoenix, I believe.”

I nodded. “Will you let me know…if anything changes? Please.”

He glanced at the file in his hand. “I believe we have your contact information. I will personally give you a call if I hear anything at all.”

Dylan slid his hand down my shoulder, taking my hand in his. “Thank you, officer Sharman.” 

The man nodded. “Please come back in tomorrow.” 

“Yes, sir.” I replied, walking past him with Dylan. He was quickly on his phone, calling his driver who pulled into the parking lot only a few moments later. As we walked out of the building, my eyes caught a slender figure leaning against the brick wall. I turned my gaze, catching the bright blue eyes off Officer Fjordbak, he locked his hues on mine and grinned, flicking his cigarette to the side before sauntering back into the police station. 

“I don’t trust him.” I said, looking up at Dylan. 

“I know.” He flicked his eyes to me and opened the door for me to get into the vehicle. “I don’t either.”

Watch on

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