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ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE

Black and White (Part 1)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group? Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!


There’s nothing left to do for the day, and Dean’s just about to lock up when a woman walks in, walking briskly and looking a little flustered, like most people who’ve just had unexpected car trouble.

“And what can I do for you?” Dean asks, eyeing her as she sets her purse on the counter. Pretty, but a little too upscale for his taste, with her manicured nails and name-brand everything.

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If you ever pick something up at a store then set it back down in the wrong place when you are literally one foot away from where it is supposed to go, we can’t be friends

Better Than Him Pt. 2

Part 1 

Highly requested, so here’s part 2. Enjoy!



Recap: 

“How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. To. Not. See. Him.” He says between whips to my body. After whipping me those times, he starts walking away from me while he is saying something. I crawl to my jacket which was holding my phone. I quickly dial “1″ on my phone, which I programmed to be Shawn in my phone. But the ringing caused Jordan to turn around. Shawn immediately picked up the phone.

“Y/n?” he worried.

But all I could whisper out was “S-Shawn.” Before I got a kick in the face causing me to black out.


15 minutes after y/n left.


I sit picking up pieces of broken glass from the frame that fell. I knew I shouldn’t have raised my voice at y/n. Who knows what’s going on in her life right now. I should’ve just been there and supported her, but I’m tired of seeing her crying  and have bruises covering her skin all the time. The thing is, Jordan used to be one of my close friends in high school. Until he became friends with the assholes of the school. I never really trusted him, especially when y/n started showing interest in him. Why do I always fuck things up?

Once I’ve thrown away all of the glass, I set the picture of us on the counter. The picture of us was taken at our friend’s New Year’s party, the night that changed everything. All three of us had attended this party. Y/n was with me while, like no surprise, Jordan was flirting with every girl in the room. You could see that Y/n was used to seeing Jordan being that way with many girls, but as soon as she talked to a guy it caused problems. At this point in time, Jordan was fine with me talking to y/n because we were all good friends, or so he thought. Y/n didn’t feel good from drinking, so I took her upstairs away from the crowd so she’d feel more comfortable. It was nice being alone with y/n and not around people who don’t really know me for me. Seeing y/n a little bit drunk was funny, but it had been the first time I’ve seen her genuinely happy. Her smile was my favorite feature about her. 

Flashback to 4 months ago.

“Shawn, I don’t feel so good..” She said as she stumbled walking in her heels.

“Let me go get Jordan and -”

“No, just let him be.” y/n said cutting me off.

“Here let’s go somewhere so you can relax.” Y/n nods in response. She puts an arm over my shoulder and I put a hand on her waist to help her walk. As we pass by the kitchen, I hand y/n a water bottle to hold. We slowly go upstairs until we make it to the guest bedroom. I shut the door behinds, then help y/n sit on the bed and take off her heels.

“You’re the sweetest guy ever, Shawn. I don’t know how you don’t have a girlfriend.” She says as I untie the long lace that’s wrapped around her leg. 

“Eh I have an eye on someone, but they’re in a relationship right now.”

“I’m sure if you tell her your feelings, she would leave him in an instant.” 

I finally slide off the heels on her feet. “If only it were that easy.” I sighed as I sat down next to her.

“Tell me about her. What’s she like?”

“Note to self: y/n gets nosey when she’s drunk.” Y/n lets out a laugh and a little snort, which was adorable.

“Oh shut up. What’s she like?”

I lay back so I’m on my back and looking at the ceiling. Y/n lays down on her stomach and rests her head on her hands so she was still propped up. “She has these amazing big brown eyes, she cares so much about others, but tries to hide it, when she smiles she has this adorable dimple, and… I don’t know. What do you want to know about her?” I lean on my side so I can look at her again.

“Do you see a future with her?”

I move a piece of hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I have since we were little kids.” At that moment, y/n leans in and kisses me on the lips. This is the feeling I’ve been aching for, for a long time. Her lips are soft and gentle. Y/n gets up and straddles my lap. She continues the kiss as she starts to unbutton my shirt. When my shirt is unbuttoned, she kisses my neck and starts to kiss down to my chest, but I stop her. I flip her over so that I am on top. “Let me take care of you.” she nods in response. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” 

I immediately crash my lips to hers. Out of all the girls I’ve kissed, this one was the most special. There was the spark like how movies have them. I undo the tie that was holding her dress together on the side. Her dress falls opens a little bit, but I move it so I can see her completely. I see a few bruises on her body that are starting to heal. The bruises were on her chest, stomach, and legs. They looked big enough for a fist to have made that mark on her skin. I didn’t ask her about them, instead I leaned down and kissed each of the spots instead. She leans up and brings my face up to her’s so she can kiss me again. I run my hands down her back and undo her bra as she runs her hands through my hair. She then slides my shirt down my shoulders and undoes my belt.

“Shawn, I need you.” she says only inches away from my face. I get up and slide off my pants and boxers. My shoes I had already taken off earlier when I took off y/n’s. I go back and join y/n on the bed. She lays back and I slip off her thong down her legs. She opens her legs so I can see all of her. I go between her legs and line myself up at her entrance. Waiting for a moment, I see her nod in approval. Finally I slide myself inside her and she’s really tight. “You’re so big.” Y/n moans out. My hips move at a slow pace so I can feel all of her and she can feel all of me. I start to kiss her neck as I thrust in and out. She runs her hands down my back creating goosebumps on my skin. Y/n grips the sheets as I go even deeper into her. She lets out a loud moan, but I kiss her quickly so it wouldn’t be heard by others as much. I let out a hiss as y/n scratches down my back. Thrusting faster and faster, y/n wraps her legs around me.

“Y/n, I’m going to cum.” I say unsteadily. 

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” Immediately I cum inside her and she cums too. I pull out and lay next to her. She lays her head on my shoulder as laying an arm around my stomach. We lay there in silence for a while, taking in what we had just done. I play with her with her long hair and she traces patterns on my skin. 

“Was I okay?” I say breaking the silence.

She leans up and looks at me, “You were the best I’ve had.”

She starts to tear up. “I’m sorry about not telling you about what happened." 

 I wipe away her tears, "We don’t have to talk about it right now, y/n. You can tell me when you’re ready." 

 Another tear falls as she smiles, "This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” She kisses me again. “We should probably get dressed though." 

I laugh, "Yeah we probably should.” We both get up and get dressed. She helps me button up my top and I help her with her dress. I want to ask her if we’re going to talk about it, but I know it’s too soon to ask so I don’t. Y/n goes over by the door and was about to open it. “Wait,” I say making her stop what she was doing. I kiss her one last time since I don’t know when I’ll be able to again. She let’s go of the door knob and wraps both arms around my neck and kisses me back for a while. Until the door opens with the last person we were wanting to see. Y/n gets pulled away from me and I get pushed in another direction. 

“Stay away from my girlfriend.” Jordan scoffs in my face, then backs away. “I should’ve known you’d do this at some point. You were always jealous of what I had." 

"Jordan, it’s not like that.” Y/n moves towards Jordan, but he turns around and slaps her. 

“Shut up, bitch. My own girlfriend can’t even keep her legs closed. There’s plenty of girls who would rather be in your spot." 

"Hey!” I shout and pull back his arm, “You don’t ever lay a hand on a girl.” Jordan then punches me in the face, causing my nose to bleed. 

“She’s my girlfriend. Not yours.” He turns back to y/n and grabs her arm. “And as for you, we’re leaving." 

End of flashback.

I zone back into where I was by my phone buzzing on the counter. Not looking at the number who called my phone I answer it anyways. A loud yell in the background of the phone call is heard. I pull the phone away for a second to read the caller ID and it says “Y/n Y/l/n”. 

“Y/n?” I said worriedly.

“S-shawn..” y/n said in a whisper then you could heard a scream in pain before everything went silent.

“Hello?” I say, but it was still silent. “Hello?” louder into the phone this time. Finally, I hear breathing into the phone. “Y/n, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Oh she’s okay.” Jordan says through the phone. I can just picture his nasty evil smile in the tone he was talking in.

“You touch her again and -” 

“And if I do?”

“If you do, you’ll wish you did”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” then the line goes dead.

I quickly dial my friend Geoff’s number. Hoping that he picks up the phone, but he doesn’t. It goes to his voicemail, “Hey it’s Geoff, leave a message and I promise to call you right back!”

“Hey Geoff, it’s Shawn. I need help. Y/n’s hurt.” leaving the voicemail, then I call him again. “Come on, come on! Pick up!” And finally he does just that.

“Hey man! What’s up?” cheerily Geoff says.

“Where are you?”

“At home, why?”

“I’m coming to pick you up.” I say while running around looking for my keys “Y/n’s hurt and I need help. Jordan has y/n and she just called me and -”

“What are you waiting for? Get your ass over here!”

“Be there in 5.” I hung up and shoved my phone into my pocket. Before I go outside, I grab the baseball bat in my closet. I throw the baseball bat into the backseat and hop in the front seat. I put my keys in the ignition, making the engine roar back to life. Pulling out of the garage, I sit in the driveway for a few seconds to see the garage door shut. Racing down the street I think about how I’m going to hurt Jordan like he’s hurt y/n for months. I speed through every red light so I can hurry and pick up Geoff. Luckily he lives really close to where I do. I pull up in his drive way and lay my hand on the horn for a while. Geoff comes out with a duffle bag and Samantha follows shortly behind him. Geoff turns around and kisses her then heads over to the passenger side to put his stuff in the back seat and sit down up front. Samantha knocks on my window signaling to roll it down. 

“Promise me that you will beat the shit out of him and get y/n out of there.” She says as soon as I rolled the window down.

“He’s going to get everything he did to y/n done to him tonight.”

Samantha ruffles my hair and then steps back. “Well what are you waiting for? Go get her! And for you,” she points at Geoff. “You better come home to me in one piece. I don’t want to lose the love of my life either.”

I pull out of his driveway and race to y/n’s house. “What did you bring in that bag?”

“Just a few things that will hurt him. Focus on your driving we don’t know how long we have.” 

A few minutes later, we arrive at y/n’s house. We both quickly jump out of the car and grab from the backseat. I grab my baseball bat and I see Geoff pull a gun out of his bag. “Woah, I said hurt him not kill him.”

Geoff shrugs, “We got to be prepared for the worst. We don’t know what he’ll do, besides we don’t even know what he has on him.”

After grabbing all of our equipment, we go up to the front door. Instead of breaking down the door, I unlock it with a key y/n gave me a while ago. By unlocking the door it reduces the chances of Jordan hearing us. 

“Step back, let me go first.” Geoff steps in front of me, holding out his gun so he’s ready to shoot anything in his way. I grip my bat as hard as I can so I’m prepared. We check everywhere upstairs: y/n’s bedroom, the living room, and even the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. That only left the basement. We both go to the stairway and walk down the stairs.

“Ahh! Here he is! And he even brought a guest!” Jordan is standing behind y/n with a gun held to her head. Y/n is kneeling on the ground in just her underwear and bra. Blood covers her body, her face is swollen with blood and tears covering her face. “Isn’t that nice, y/n?” He puts his head near her and she doesn’t respond. “I said isn’t that nice?!” As he pushes the gun further into her temple. Finally, she nods in response.

“Isn’t this a nice gatheri-” but Geoff cuts him off by shooting him in the shoulder. When Jordan is shot, y/n get’s up and runs over in our directions. She kicked the gun in our direction at the same time so it wasn’t in reach for Jordan.  Jordan gets up and runs towards us. I step in front of y/n to guard her. He tries to reach me, but I swing my metal bat at him. When I swung at him I heard a snap in his arm. I stand there in shock for a second, not believing what I had just done. A sharp pain to my face knocked me back into reality. After Jordan punched my face, I swung at him in the ribs causing him to fall again. This time I keep swinging and swinging at him, not caring what happened I just wanted him to know how it felt when he did things like this to y/n.

“Shawn stop. I got this. You get her out of here and to the hospital.” I drop the bat to the ground and kick him in the side one last time before going by y/n. I pick up y/n so I’m carrying her bridal style and carry her upstairs. Before heading out to the car, I grab y/n’s jacket so she at least has something to wear. She stands on her feet and I carefully help her put on her jacket. The jacket is long and ends at her knees, so it will provide her some warmth with her lack of clothing. I pick her up again and carry her out to the car. She adjusts in the passenger seat so she’s a little more comfortable. I do up her seatbelt, then I get in the driver’s seat and head towards the hospital.

“I’m so sorry about this.”

“Shh. Please. I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Y/n phases in and out.

“Okay, just please stay awake until we get there.” The rest of the ride on the way down there was silent. Minutes later we arrive to the hospital. I park by the emergency room and get out of the car then pick up y/n and run with her into the emergency room. 

“Help! I need help! She’s been hurt! Someone please help!”

A nurse goes to the intercom, “Paging any doctor to the emergency room.” All of this happens too fast, people come wheeling a gurney to us and tell me to lay her down on the gurney. After I lay her down, they immediately rush her down the hall. “Will she be okay?”

“They’ll do everything they can to help her.”

An hour later.

I finished giving my statement to a police officer a few minutes ago and now I’m pacing around the waiting room with a coffee in my hand. One of the nurses put a few stitches in my lip because Jordan got it pretty well. I see Geoff and Samantha come walking up to me in the waiting room. They both come up can give me a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Samantha says

“How’s y/n doing?” wonders Geoff.

“I don’t know, they haven’t said anything to me yet. How’s the bastard?” I say before taking a sip of my coffee.

“I called Samantha over to come and get me, and we called the police and they’re taking care of what should happen to him.”

“An officer just got done talking to me, too.”

“Shawn Mendes?” A doctor says, causing me to snap in his direction. I walk over to him.

“That’s me. Is y/n okay?”

“Y/n is going to be alright, but there’s a little complication..”

I’m the captain, they can’t do this to me - Sidney Crosby

Request: Can you do a Sidney Crosby imagine based off that story that his team had to hide his skates so that he’d take the day off. Like he come home and cuddles and spends a lazy day with his gf or something?

A/N: This is my first request and I don’t know how to feel about it. I hope you like it and again, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Word count: 860

Warnings: nope, I think it is all fine.


Originally posted by stamkcs

“Call in sick and stay with me” I beg, half asleep. I’m exhausted and all I want to do is stay home and cuddle with my boyfriend.

The All Star weekend had been really fun but we got to Pittsburgh pasted midnight and now my boyfriend is going around our shared room trying to get ready for practice at 7.30 in the morning.

“I can’t, baby. I’m the captain” he laughs at me, leaning on and kissing my forehead.

“They will survive without you” I grumble.

“I need to practice if I want to be better than everyone, babe” he says and I snort, of course the best player on the League uses that excuse.

“Whatever Sid, whatever” you pretend to be mad, turning your back at him.  I’m not actually angry, I know hockey is his top priority and I knew what I was signing into when I started going out with him, but it still stinks a little.

“Hey, grumpy pants” he says, putting his hand on my shoulder and forcing me to lie on my back. I look at him and he cages me with his body. “I love you” he whispers, kissing the tip of my nose and then my lips.

“I love you, too” I say back and he gives me a smile. “Go” I push him off of me and he laughs.

“Now you are kicking me out”

“Yeah, you don’t let me sleep” he rolls his eyes and leaves the room. Couple minutes later I hear his car leaving the house and I sigh, there is no way I’m falling back asleep.

I get up and grab his shirt from the floor, ready to put it with the pile of clothes that needed to go to the dry cleaner when I smell his cologne and I can’t help it but to peel my tank top off and put it on. Ugh, when have I become such a cheeseball? I start unpacking our bags from the weekend, piling up clothes for laundry and putting away the unused ones. I’m taking a huge ball of clothes downstairs when I hear a car parking inside of the garage and second later Sid opens the garage door.

“That must have been the shortest practice on history” I comment, dropping all the clothes in the laundry room and going back where he is standing.

“They have hidden my skates…”

“They did what?” I say, and I can’t stop myself from laughing.

“It isn’t funny. They have hidden my skates so I can’t practice. They are forcing me to take the day off” he tells me, leaning on the kitchen counter.

“I think it is pretty funny…” I say, looking at him from the other side of the counter.

“I’m the captain, they can’t do this to me” and I just can’t put it together and I burst into laughter. “Do you think this is funny?” he questions me and I nod, still giggling.

I don’t even see him moving until he is in front of me and I squeal, turning around and trying to run away. I get to the stairs when he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground.

“Are you gonna laugh now?” he whisper on my ear, squishing me against his chest. “The shirt you are wearing is fairly expensive and you are wrinkling it”

“Says the guy who left it on the floor”

“You got me there” he kisses my temple and carefully puts me back on the ground. “What do you want to do today?”

“Spend the day being lazy with my boyfriend the workaholic” I joke, walking towards the kitchen and grabbing some eggs, sausages and hash browns from the fridge “breakfast?”

He nods and we make breakfast together. We don’t get to do it often and it feels good to know that we have the whole day to be slow, not having to be on a schedule. Sid takes care of the eggs while I set the table, make coffee and put the hash browns and sausage in the oven.

“This is nice” he says when we sit next to each other and start eating.

“You should’ve called in sick when I told you to”

“There you are right” and he grabs my hand to kiss my knuckles.

We spend the rest of the morning and great part of the afternoon on the couch, binge watching tv shows and just cuddling and enjoying each other.

“How about we go out to dinner?” he offers, shifting a little bit so my head is resting right on his shoulder.

“What about take out?” I ask, not wanting to move.

“Baby, we can’t just lay here all day”

“Why not? I’m comfortable, you are comfortable, why moving?”

“Because we can’t be couch potatoes”

I turn around, facing him.

“Please…” I pull my best puppy eyes and he sighs on defeat.

“Pizza or Chinese?” He asks and I smile at him, kissing his cheek.

“I love you” I tell him, pecking his lips.

“I love you too, baby girl”

Sparks Chapter 14

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Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You and Bucky hanging out binge watching twd. Bucky going out to buy you tampons when he sees you got your period.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Boy Meets Girl (Chapter 3)

Author: Sumcp

Chapter Three: The Drive Home

Characters: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Word Count: 3211

Warnings: occasional swearing, hint at verbal abusive relationship, and terrible sentence structure/grammar ( I am working on it)

Note: This is based off the Disney Channel Movie Starstruck with a twist. I do not own the rights to the movie. Also, if your a Britt Robinson fan you probably wont like this series, just FWI. Comments always welcome :)

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4


You stood in Dylan’s closet, ear pressed against the door trying to listen to his and the girl he just called Brittany. She is pissed. You didn’t know why he shoved you in here, but you wanted to get out. You weren’t the type of girl to follow directions, but you figured bursting out right now was a bad idea, so against your better judgment you stayed hidden.

“What the fuck is this shit Dylan?” You heard the girl scream at him. Yep, I’m definitely staying put.

“Britt let me expain–” Dylan begged, but was cut off by Britt shoving her phone in his face. 

“Explain what Dylan? That you took some slut up to your room to get a quicky in before the party? Are you kidding me! I drove 2 hours from set to get here Dylan so we could be seen together, and you pull this shit.” She was still screaming in Dylan’s face, while Dylan sat on the edge of his bed biting his lip to keep from yelling

“Britt It’s not–" 

“Oh It’s not what it looks like.. Really? Let me see.” Britt turned her phone toward her face and zoomed in on the picture. “It sure looks like your dragging some nobody up the stairs to your room. Dylan,  you have a movie fixing to be released and im on the verge of signing that major deal. We can’t afford this right now, you know how much this movie deal means for my career.”

“I know Britt I’ll–" 

"You’ll what? Huh? ” Dylan didn’t bother trying to answer, knowing she would just cut him off again. “You know this picture will be every were. I can’t believe you were so careless.” She spat. “You better call your agent and fix this Dylan or  I swear to god I will drag you so far down in the mud your career will never recovery from it. I can see the headlines now, Dylan O'Brien sleeps with random slut cheating on his wonderful girlfriend of 5 years.”

You caught ever word of their argument and you couldn’t believe Dylan wasn’t jumping down her throat. You were pissed now, and you wanted nothing more than to throw open the closet door and slap Brittany for calling you a random slut. You contemplated the pro’s and con’s of hitting a celebrity, finally you decided against it knowing it would just make the whole thing harder for Dylan.

“I’m sure the sluts still in here so I’m going to give you a minute to say goodbye to your toy. Meet me down in the living room in 5 so we can get a couple of pictures before I leave, and grab Tyler too. He can be your cover story.” With that being said she turned around and left the room, slamming the door one last time.

You didn’t wait for Dylan to open the door, you decided to let yourself out.  "Man, your girlfriend’s a bitch O'Brien.“

The sullen look on his face disappeared and he started laughing at your comment. "I know..” He trailed off standing up from the bed to look at you. “I’m sorry for what she said.. We both know that’s not why you were up here, but when she gets like this is better to just agree with her.”

“Why didn’t you just explain everything, and how did she even know?” You asked.

“Apparently someone took a picture of us as we got to the top of the stairs.” He grumbled, “And she was right, I should have been more careful. You don’t know what it’s like to be a celebrity.. The paparazzi twist everything around and make stuff up." 

"I get that.. Sort of, but what I don’t get is she was more concerned someone caught it on camera than she was that you actually had a girl up here." 

"Me and Britt.. We’re complicated Y/N.” Dylan stated, and you could tell by his tone that was all you were going to get. You made your way over to stand in front of him, trying to lighten the mood 

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t almost throw open the door so I could show her what a ‘nobody slut’ I was, but I figured it would make things worse on you.”

“Aw.. You care.” Dylan sang, a sly grin on his face.

“Watch it O'Brien.” You glared at him playfully, “I just didn’t want to go to jail for assault and battery tonight. I couldn’t pull of an orange jumpsuit.”

“I’m sure you could pull off anything.” Dylan praised, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body for the second time tonight. Suddenly the air became thick with tension and the way Dylan was looking at you made every nerve in your body go haywire. You stayed staring at each other for what seemed like hours, but only minutes went by. Dylan’s usually honey-brown eyes were clouded over, and his licked his bottom lip. You were the one to ruin the moment this time, remembering he did have a girlfriend.

“You should probably go, your master is waiting on you.” You taunted, making your way over to sit on the bed. Dylan kept looking from you toward the door, desperately wanting to stay, but he knew what he had to do. His career was everything to him, and he knew if he stayed with her Britt would ruin in. He cleared his throat, trying to gain some composure.

“She’s not my master..” He grumbled, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“You sure about that?” You shot back, raising your eyebrow daringly.

“Yes, I’m sure. Like I said it’s complicated Y/N, you wouldn’t understand. Your not famous.” He spat. Your face fell at his tone, realizing he was right. You were a nobody. Dylan saw the look on your face, he could tell he took it to far. “Y/N..”

You didn’t give him the opportunity to apologize. “You should go Dylan, your celebrity girlfriend is waiting for you to make an appearance.” You didn’t bother looking at him, instead you turned your attention to the flat screen TV you turned on, trying to find something to watch. Dylan took the hint that you were done talking to him, and made his way out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.


It had been an hour since Dylan went downstairs to be with Britt, and you were getting more agitated by the minute. You decided you were going home, with or without Dylan’s help. You opened the door carefully, checking both ways before you made your way into the empty hallway. You kept your head down, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You looked out over the banister, watching the party unfold, when your eyes quickly found Dylan. He had his arms wrapped around Britt from behind, dancing slowly to the beat of the music. He was leaving kisses on her neck, making his way up to her ear whispering in it. You stood there for a moment, just watching them. You felt a pang in your heart, and that made you angry. Angry because you actually started to feel something for someone else.

The song they were dancing to ended, and you watched Dylan engulf his girlfriend in a hug. You felt the same  felling again, when you watched her crash her lips to his. You didn’t notice someone come to stand beside you until they spoke up.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Tyler offered, gesturing toward Dylan and Britt. You turned to look at him, a small smile forming on your lips as he tried to defend his best friend.

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” You stated, making your way down the stairs leaving Tyler without another word. You didn’t notice Britt leaving through the front door of the house as you found the door leading to the garage, but before you could get to far a hand grabbed your arm.

“Woah, where are you going?” Dylan asked with a frown on his face.

“Anywhere but here.” You snapped. 

“What did I do now?” Dylan asked, searching your face for some type of explanation. You just stared at him, trying to keep your emotions under control.

“You promised to take me home..” You reminded him, “When?”

“Let me find my keys, I’ll take you home." 

"No." 

"Fine, we’ll walk. Where do you live again?” Dylan asked.

“Hollywood.”

“That’s great.” Dylan huffed, “We’ll get there… on Tuesday.” He said sarcastically. You stood for a moment having a stare down with Dylan, until you conceded.

“Okay.” You sighed. You didn’t want to go anywhere with him, but you had to get home somehow.

“Okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you, surprised you gave in so quickly.

“Yes, but only because walking the streets of LA alone on a Saturday night is not the best idea, so here are the rules..” You noticed Dylan rolling his eyes dramatically, which you chose to ignore. “You drive me straight there, drop me off, and then you come back to your fabulous life.” You threw your hands up excitedly, putting more emphasis on fabulous. You knew the jab would hurt Dylan, but you took it anyway.

Dylan just mimicked you, sighing loudly. He walked over to the box beside the door and pulled out a set of keys. You watched him walk to the other door opposite of the one you came in. He opened it, sweeping his arms through gesturing for you to go first. You huffed, wanting to refuse any type of kindness he offered, but you wanted to go home and forget about this night. You walked through the door, noticing it was a second garage which held a black SUV.

You had been driving for 20 minutes, neither of you saying a word. He kept daring glaces at you but didn’t say anything. Dylan had enough of the silence so he plugged his AUX cord into his phone, and started playing music. The first song that came on was by Alkaline Trio. He started to sing along softly, drumming his hands on the steering wheel.

“Really?” You teased, which brought Dylan out of his rock star performance.

“Oh I’m sorry, I forget not everyone likes this type of music.” Dylan said sheepishly, offering you his phone to choose a song.

“No I love Calling all Skeletons, it’s my favorite song by them.” You admitted, smiling for the first time. Dylan gawked at you, but you didn’t pay attention. You had your eyes closed, signing along to the song.

Where did you go as the lights went black? Look whats become of me 

I’ve grown to love your disappearing acts

Do one more pretty please

Now the time has come I just wish I could erase

All the damage done, all this pain, all this heartache 

It’s only just begun, it’s been fun, we were fucked up and numb

There’s a killer on the corner and he’s looking for love 

He’s, looking for love, Yeah he’s looking for (you my love)


Dylan watched as you sang along, impressed. The song ended and you opened your eyes to see Dylan watching you, a small smile on his face.

“What?” You snapped at him, which caused him to laugh.

“Nothing, you just have a nice voice.” He said honestly, which made you laugh. “Here you can pick the next song.” The tension slowly stated to ease away as a couple of songs played in the background. Dylan was fixing to say something when you interrupted him.

“Turn right here.” You pointed to your left. The last few minutes trickled by and Dylan was turning into your driveway. The lights were on in the house, and Annabeth’s car was in the garage. Shit, she’s gonna be so pissed.

You sat there for a moment, gnawing on your lip nervously. You didn’t want to leave Dylan, but after seeing him with Brittany at the party, you couldn’t help but feel pathetic. He was a celebrity, a celebrity with a shitty girlfriend, but a celebrity non the less. You hated the way he made you feel, so you decided to end it right there. You were going to get out of the car, and not think about him again.

“Thanks for the ride..” You trailed off. You pulled the handle opening the door the car to get out, but Dylan stopped you by grabbing your arm.

“Y/N wait… I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Dylan looked at you, a sad smile on his face.

“Noted. Are we done now?” You spat, jerking your arm out of Dylan’s grasp. You noticed the hurt look on his face, but you didn’t want to think about it. All you wanted was to go home and forget you ever met him.

“Yeah… I guess we’re done..” Dylan murmured, slumping in his seat. Dylan didn’t want to let you go just yet, but he knew he had to. He didn’t get the luxury of being selfish. 

“Good.” You stated, getting out of the car. You faintly heard Dylan mumble goodbye before you slammed the door, making your way into the house. Dylan sat in the driveway watching you walk away, thinking he just made a terrible mistake. You had almost made it to the door when noticed a black van driving slowly down the street shining a light around. Dylan didn’t notice the paparazzi when they were driving, probably because all he could focus on was you. He quickly got out of the car, trying not shut the door to hard.

“Y/N, wait.” He whisper-yelled, but it still managed to get your attention.

“Go away Dylan.” You grumbled. 

“Look I’ll give you five thousand dollars if you do me this favor.” He said, looking around to the road panicking.

“It’s not a favor if you pay for it.” You reminded him.

“So is that a yes?” He asked. You noticed he was concerned, and you had no idea why. You looked into his eyes, and the pleading look in them was enough for you to agree to anything. You realized this boy could pull on your heart strings like a puppeteer, and that scared you more than anything. 

10 minutes later you were rolling Dylan’s SUV into the garage next to Annabeths silver honda because the paparazzi. You were sweating slightly due to pushing a car combined with the LA heat. You grabbed a Georgia sleeping bag off a shelf, handing it to Dylan. He frowned at the sleeping bag, but took it anyway.

“What?” You asked, annoyed at Dylans ungratefulness.

“Your a Georgia fan, does that mean your a braves fan too?” He asked skeptically.

“No." 

"Oh then who do you go for?” He asked excitedly, secretly hoping it wasn’t the Yankees.

“No one, I hate baseball.” You scoffed and Dylan’s eyes practically fell out of his head as he screamed.

“How do you not like baseball?! It’s Americas favorite pastime!”

“It’s America’s stupidest pastime.” You countered, rolling your eyes. He just stared at you dumbfounded. “You’ll be out of here before morning right?”

“Yes and hopefully no one will know I was here.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I’ll know.” You grumbled loud enough for him to hear you, which he rolled his eyes at.

“Hey um.. is there anything in here I can wear so when I do leave the paparazzi won’t recognize me?” He asked hopefully.

“You could check in those.” Pointed to a couple of boxes on the ground. Dylan gave you an awkward finger gun motion as he dug through the boxes.

“Is all this really necessary?”

“Yes, you clearly don’t understand. They’re…They’re everywhere.” Dylan grimaced, referring to the paparazzi.

“Paranoid.” You sang, coming to stand behind him crossing your arms.

“Just forget.” He snapped.

“Love too..” You sassed back. He stopped rummaging around and pulled out an old worn out cap putting it on his mop of chocolate brown hair. Your heart broke slightly at the sight, realizing what box he was looking through.

Dylan turned around so you could see. “How about this?” He only noticed your face looked pained, and he immediately regretted asking.

“That was my ex-Fiance’s hat. He used to wear it all the time, he called it his lucky hat.” Dylan looked at you, confused. He took it off his head quickly, silently cursing.

“Shit, I’m sorry.. Here.” He went to hand it back to you, but you backed up slightly. You shook your head, not wanting to touch the hat afraid of the memories it would bring.

“No you keep it.. It looks better on you anyways.” You said before you could stop yourself. Dylan raised an eyebrow at you, which caused you to blush.

“It obviously wasn’t a lucky hat if he still lost you.” Dylan offered, and you could hear the seriousness in his voice. He took a couple of steps toward you, staring into your eyes again. The tension started to build, but you refused to let it get out of hand.

“Stop doing that.” You growled.

“What am I doing?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” You huffed dramatically, “In fact, I bet you do it all the time. You give girls that.. That look.” You gestured toward Dylan’s gorgeous face, and a slight smirk fell onto his lips. “And  expect them to fall for you. Well its not working on me, so stop it.” He laughed lightly, shaking his head but continued to stare at you. “Do you need anything else?”

“No I’m cool.”

“Yeah so cool you’re sleeping in your car.” It was a cheap shot, and you knew it. He pursed his lips at you, and you let out a small sigh. “Goodnight Dylan.” You made your way toward the door, ready to go inside and get yelled at by Annabeth when he grabbed your arm to stop you once again.

“Y/N.. Thank you..” You nodded your head, accepting the gratitude. You turned the knob to the door, opening it quietly as possible, but before you walked into the house you dared one last look at Dylan. You didn’t know how this had happened, but you let this boy into your heart. In the morning he would be gone, back to his celebrity girlfriend and you will be left to live your ordinary life without a second thought. The scariest part of all this was you saw it coming, at it still hurt.

I’ve done my fair share of “pushing”. You two just never saw me in action! Breaking every rule, taking on the authorities, so I could indulge in the joys of life on Earth!

Someone with amazing timing saw I would be stuck in a pit of exhausted suffering right about now, so they lovingly planned to gift me with an entire episode about Pearl being an awkward gay nerd but also a terrifyingly competent and daring rebel with a cause. And she’s so proud! So proud of herself! I am so glad.

Pearl has had some amazing episodes but I’ve been aching for one that isn’t overflowing with tears and her being horribly sad and grieving and suffering. And suddenly here I got a hugely fun blatantly gay kinda rom com-y/teen movie thing with hints about Pearl’s background (which we still know practically nothing about - but I’ve been hoping, now that the Pink Diamond reveal is out of the way, we’ll finally, finally get some concrete info there). And I know I love reading into things but I feel like there was so much here! Down to stuff like “I’m not exactly a citizen, Steven!” which was both a hilarious scene and also kinda stung, considering what we do know of where Pearl comes from.

I really really really enjoy the mix of “Pearl just has a type”, “most obvious rebound ever”, and “it’s all a bunch of thinly-veiled allusions to Pearl’s backstory”. It works on all three levels, really - Steven bringing up the “she kinda looked like mom” elephant in the room without mercy, similar to Mr. Greg, was beautiful, as was Pearl’s passionate insistence that it wasn’t about that at all, that she was done with living in the past. She isn’t quite all the way there yet - Mystery Girl being a very blatant Rose reference does point to that, even as she also by being human and way out of Pearl’s comfort zone represents Pearl making an effort to move on and reinvent herself (once again) and it’s all, especially their eventual interactions, portrayed as a very positive thing. I don’t know, just… even with the way the episode is sprinkled with “the past” and some Back In My Heyday, Pearl is really genuinely trying and I love her for that, but I feel like she’s also very clearly succeeding. I’m also happy about the feeling that we’re getting to see Pearl more and more, not “Pearl at her worst lashing out while having a breakdown and deep in the clutches of grief”.

It delights me personally as a huge fan of the Terrifying Renegade that the angle of the whole thing is definitely Pearl stepping out of her comfort zone and experimenting and fighting expectations first, and only then does Rose Mystery Girl enter the picture, providing extra motivation and opportunity and the final push to very meaningfully run that red light (and flirting with Pearl and witnessing her shenanigans and her driving skills and seeming to genuinely like her right back and appreciate her company despite expectations or any kind of “cool punk girl disregards/rejects/mocks the nerd” tropes, basically here’s me predictably at it again with the “Pearl was a rebel before meeting Rose and also Pearlrose was requited how do you do”). I’m also happy to hear Pearl bring up the “joys of life on Earth” - I feel that way too often people forget or brush off all the non-Rose parts of Pearl’s motivation, such as the “I will fight in the name of Rose Quartz and everything that she believed in”, the “knight - completely dedicated to a person and a cause”. I mean, they don’t pose her saluting the flag of the rebellion on all the official art for nothing.

That car chase was wonderful all around (and there is increasingly no doubt in my mind that Pearl was the getaway car driver spaceship pilot when Rose took out Pink Diamond). Amethyst’s reactions to Pearl being “hardcore” (and a “total bada[tire screech]”) parallel Back to the Barn in a lot of ways and they warm my heart so much. The amount of support and encouragement and really thoughtful guidance she offers to Pearl’s gay disaster self and how she’s adorably impressed by Pearl apparently having game. The way Pearl shows genuine investment in Amethyst’s interests and goes along with her and gladly spends time with her and doesn’t snap or talk down to her a single time. They’ve come so far. Everything is beautiful.

Anyway I’m very tired and not sure how well I am expressing myself atm, but what I definitely mean to say is I have never in my life gotten so emotional over someone running a red light.

anonymous asked:

16 and 19 with Lucifer (SPN)?

Hey dearie! Yes, absolutely!

Name: Stay away from her.

“Hey hunter,” Lucifer hugs you from behind when you drive in the old garage where you agreed to meet.

“Lucifer!” you turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he gently tucks a lock behind your ear and smiles at you. “Missed me?”

“You bet,” you lean forward, pressing your lips against his. Lucifer grins and kisses you, pulling you closer with one hand.

“I missed you too,” you pull away and look at his face, noticing all the new scars and the tiredness. “Admiring me?”

“Of course… When did you last sleep, Luci?” he shrugs his shoulders, and you lean forward, resting your head next to his neck. “I missed you so much.”

“Well, I am not going anywhere,” he wraps his hands around you and softly kisses you on forehead. His body is warm and soft, and you feel the slight smell of cologne and the slightest something reminding you of blood. Lucifer pulls you even closer, so you feel like he will crush your bones.

“Hey! Man, not that hard,” he momentarily lets go of you, and you regret it. Since you started dating, you learned that Lucifer is much stronger than he thought he is, so often he would crush the table by simply hitting it or (that only happened once) break your hand when you argue. He got so afraid of hurting you after that, it took you a few months to convince him to finally hug you back. “It’s ok. Come here,” you pull him in a hug, and Lucifer carefully puts his hands on your back.

“I am sorry.”

“No need to apologize, hon,” you smile and quickly kiss him. “We’re good.”

“Why are you still here?” he asks finally. “I am the Satan. Your hunter-friends sleeps and dream of killing me. I killed many innocent people. Yet the moment I need you, you just jump in your car and get here…”

“That’s simple, Luci,” you murmur. “I love you. And that does not depend on how many hunters want to kill you. Or how many hunters you killed. Everyone deserves to be loved…. Except for pedophiles, those bastards should be skinned.”

“I love you too, baby,” Lucifer whispers in your ear. Even though you said the “I love you” many times before that, you just can’t help it but get endlessly ha[[y every time he says it. “You are amazing.”

“You’re not that bad yourself, you know,” you note jokingly. “Do you wanna go somewhere and eat?”

“I would love to,” he nods, even though you both know that he does not need food. But he still eats the meals together with you. However, the moment you pull away and start walking towards you car, an old car drives out of the shadow and stops right in front of you. “Hunters…”

“Get the girl!” one of the hunters grabs you (using the fact that you are standing literally in front of him and a few feet away from Lucifer) and puts a knife next to your neck. Another man smiles and turns to Lucifer, feeling pretty good about himself. “Don’t move or your little girlfriend here will bleed her life out.”

“You know that it is not nice to threaten one’s girl to get to him?” Lucifer asks calmly, but you see how his eyes start glowing with red a little.

“Oh, who cares? Now, I want you to put this handcuffs on,” the man hands his heavy metal rings full of signs and smelling like they spent a month in a public toilet.

“Ew. No,” Lucifer pulls away, and the knife momentarily cuts your skin a little, so you gasp, realizing that you are starting to bleed. “Guys, I am being extremely polite, but if this knife moves a centimeter closer to her, I will tear you apart.”

“No, you won’t,” the guy holding you grins, and you feel that he must have lost someone due to Luci’s actions - there is too much hatred in his movement. The guy slowly puts the knife next to the cut and really nonchalantly cuts you again, this time much deeper. More blood flows down your neck. Lucifer freezes and raises his hands. “Good Satan.”

“Y/N,” you hear his voice through the pain. “Y/N, I need you to close your eyes. Right now.”

‘Wow, you will disappear and let us kill her?” one of guys laughs. “What a lovely couple, a traitor and a bastard.”

“If you say one more word about her, I’ll cut your tongue into pieces and feed it to you,” Lucifer hisses. “Y/N, close your eyes. You know that I won’t let them hurt you,” you slowly close your eyes, feeling weak because of the blood that keeps coming out of your body - the cut was definitely in a very bad place. “Good. Now… Don’t open them, darling.”

“Fine,” you whisper, seeing through the closed eyelids how the room fills with light and the guys start yelling from all the pain. Two seconds later, the one holding you finally loosens his grip and falls on the floor. You would have followed him, but Lucifer catches you before your knees touch the floor.

“Sh… Let me,” he covers the deep cut with his palm and heals it, as you open your eyes and try to stand up. “I am sorry he cut you.”

“You killed them?”

“No,” he smiles widely. “I blinded that for a few minutes, so now I will be able to actually pay back.”

“You don’t…” you want say that he does not have to do this, but he corrects you.

“I have to, Y/N. If I just kill them, the lesson won’t be taught. I need everyone to know that hurting you will always come at a price higher than they are willing to pay. It is my responsibility,” you slowly nod. “You feeling ok?” you nod again.

“I’ll just go home and… well. take a shower. You’ll come by when you are done?” you learned long time ago that Lucifer is not afraid of many things, but loosing you is definitely on the list of his fears, so if you ever get threatened, he turns into the killing machine that you can’t stop. Well, it’s because of this machine that demons now do not try to get to you, so you feel grateful.

“I’ll see you in the evening,” he looks at the motionless bodies. “Or at three past midnight, just go to bed, hon. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?” you nod and gently kiss him.

“Don’t go too painful please.”

“Only as painful as they deserve,” Lucifer grins. “Come on, go home!” you jump in the car and drive away, knowing that the second you left the garage, Lucifer started (probably) burning their faces off. 

In the evening, you do fall asleep on your own, but wake up in the middle of the night, as Lucifer lays down next to you and pulls you closer. You want to ask him something, but he shushes you and gently kisses you on forehead.

“Sleep tight, I took care of it.”

“Murderer,” you murmur, wrapping your hands around him, as Lucifer giggles.

“No, just a torturer. Sleep now, no hunter will try to use you again… I am not letting anyone touch you…” you nod and fall asleep again.

Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Two

Originally posted by katherine8595

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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I let Jang Mi drive this time, while I sat in the passenger’s seat looking over the terms of our contract. Wow, they weren’t joking. It was a thick packet which spoke on how inappropriate pictures that would ruin their image must be destroyed. It also speaks on personal space and so on.

“Wow,” I mumbled, “These guys are a big deal aren’t they?” I was speaking to myself, but I didn’t miss Jang Mi snicker beside me.

“You finally get it huh? They are big deals! What’s even a bigger deal is that Sehun is interested in you. It’s only been 4 days since the party and he’s tried to reach out to you like 4 times.” Jang Mi’s eyes stayed on the road but her smile didn’t flatten.

“I just want to do my job,” I whined, “I didn’t expect them to want us to work so quickly. If anything, Mr. Oh had something to do with it.”

“He probably wants to see you again.” She stated. All I could do was roll my eyes. I read over the contract once more as Jang Mi pulled into the parking garage of the tall building that towered over us.

At the very top of the building it read ‘EXO Inc.’ in bold dark blue words. While Jang Mi searched for a parking space in the crowded area, I took the contracts, which we had already signed, and placed it into the folder, along with the extra copies we made. I grabbed the folder in one hand, taking my phone out of my pocket with the other.

I checked the time and saw that we were not running late. That’s a relief, but for some reason…I feel tense and uneasy. I sighed, before shoving my phone back into my pocket. 

I leaned back in my seat, watching as Jang Mi backed up into a small space on the second level of the garage. As she turned off the engine, she handed my key back to me. I took my seat belt off and opened the car door, stepping out. I closed the door before opening the door to the backseat.

Jang Mi did the same thing, and we both grabbed our backpacks with our gear. The pictures for today are commercial, so basically a photo shoot. I was looking at the contract, and it made me realize this isn’t a one step project. This could space out to a month or two.

 Jang Mi was excited, while I wasn’t sure how I felt. As I shoved my car keys into one of the smaller pockets of my backpack. After putting the bag over my shoulders I shut the door. I could hear Jang Mi groan she realized all the walking that would have to be done to get off the second floor of the parking garage.

Even though Jang Mi complained the whole way, we were soon in front of the tall building. Men and women in suits were entering and exiting the building at a fast rate, all of them looking stressed and tired. Ugh, I always knew work like this wasn’t for me.

Never thought Sehun would be part of something so big. I was hoping things would be like the movies. The bully ends up somewhere awful in life while the person he bullied is doing well. A part of that is true. I am doing well, he’s just doing…better.

He promised to explain why I’ve been an emotional mess around. I don’t know what to expect. It’s trauma, isn’t it? It’s probably trauma.

Still, in my mind, it’s a sick joke from God to have me cross paths with Sehun. I don’t care what he has to say to me, and I am not trying to make any lasting impressions. I don’t want a friendship out of this either. We strolled inside, ignoring the curious looks from the passing people.

 We entered the lobby which had a high ceiling. Half of the wall on our left was glass, giving a clear view of the people walking up to enter the building. Jang Mi looked at me for guidance and I simply nodded towards the front desk where 3 women sat, looking occupied with some documents.

We walked up to the desk, waiting for them to show us some sort of attention. They kept their eyes on the papers in front of them. I clenched my teeth as one of the women glanced up at us but made no effort to assist us.

It is eight in the morning, I am not going to put up with this.

“Excuse me,” I spoke a bit loudly. Still no response. I scoffed.

“Excuse me!” I yelled, this time hitting my hand on the desk. All three of them looked up, feigning fake surprise.

“Yes, ma’am?” The one with brown hair spoke.

“We have an appointment with Mr. Oh.” I stated our business, “Yet, we aren’t sure what floor or room we are supposed to be going to.”

The woman looked us up and down, clearly wondering what business we had with Mr. Oh. It’s not because of what we’re wearing, is it? I am pretty sure that we dressed well. I glanced down at my outfit. I wore navy blue straight legged pants, that almost seemed like the bottom to suits for women. I topped it off with a cherry red blouse and a blazer that matched my pants. My hair was pulled back, to keep it out my face.

My shoes were heels that Jang Mi convinced me to wear. She said we should look professional, which I agreed with. But, there was the one time I didn’t want to wear heels. Sehun might think I’m dressing to impress him, and that’s not the case.

“An appointment?” The female repeated.

I nodded, “We are the photographers from Moment. Y/N and Jang Mi.”

She typed something into the computer and looked back up with a strained smile, “Yes, it says so right here.”

After showing her our ID, she informed us of where we were to go. We walked to the elevator, lugging our gear with us. Jang Mi pressed the button and we stood there waiting. The elevator door opened many times, floods of people joining us and exiting the next stop. Once we got to the floor, we were meet by a hallway. The door directly across from the elevator was the door that we were supposed to enter.

I stepped out the elevator first, twisting the doorknob and opening it. I peeked my head in to see a photo shoot set up. The backdrop, the computer, the lights and all that. On the farther side of the room was a large curtain that was pushed back so I could see what was behind it.

There stood 3 women who seemed to be stylists because behind them were racks of clothes. Also, there were 3 people to assist us with the photos.

These guys went all out. The assistants and stylists all came to greet us. I was completely surprised. We all discussed what the goal of today was, along with what we need to do to work together well. Jang Mi and I started setting up everything. Luckily one of the assistants brought some super loud speakers. I plugged my phone in and set it on my regular photoshoot playlist.

Jang Mi and I began to set the cameras up, and putting the together. This time we brought about 4 camera bodies and 5 lenses, along with flashes and diffusers.

After getting the cameras set and connected with the computer, the only thing that was left was the subjects themselves. I started aimlessly walking around the big and spacious room. That tense feeling was still sitting on my shoulders. I suddenly noticed a table of food, that I swear wasn’t there before.

I grabbed a fork and used that to get a piece of melon from the big bowl of fruit salad. I just keep picking up the bits of fruit and eating them. I’m not sure how much I ate, but I was focused. That’s when I felt my shoulders relax and the tense and unsettling feeling disappeared. I exhaled, and it felt like I had been holding my breath this whole time.

What could it be? Is it…is he here? As If he heard my question, I felt a presence behind me.

“Wow, you love fruit don’t you?” He snickered. I spun around to see the almighty Oh Sehun standing there. He stood in a crisp suit that was missing a tie. His black hair was slicked back with a nice side part to it. He wore an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

“Fruit is delicious,” I mumbled before turning my back to him once again to get more fruit. He moved from behind him and was standing beside me this time.

“You haven’t been answering my calls.” He stated, taking a water bottle in his hand. I chewed and swallowed the piece of watermelon that was in my mouth

“Well, of course, lover boy, it wouldn’t be any fun if I just give in, now would it?” I teased. I turned to look at him, and his eyes were already on me. My heart was starting to race again, and it’s almost like he could tell. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

“Y/N!” Jang Mi called, I turned around to see her standing there with a smirk on her lips and one of our cameras in her hands.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the flirting, but we need Mr. Oh for the photo shoot.” She giggled and the other men were standing behind the backdrop, chuckling along.

Sehun started walking forward, paying no mind to the teasing.

“We were not flirting. I was just eating fruit.” I answered, trailing behind the handsome business man.

“Oh, is that what kids call it these days?” She sneered. I playfully hit her shoulder as she laughed.

Jang Mi will be shooting for the group and pair photos, while I will work with the individuals. I stood at the computer as she took the shots. Damn, some of them are so stiff. After some shots, Jang Mi told them to stay where they are.

She walked over to me and nearly whispered, “How are we supposed to get rid of their cold image if they are taking photos like that?” I sighed, thinking for a moment.

Jang Mi is only supposed to be my assistant. I guess I’ll probably have to take over for this whole shoot. I assured her that it wouldn’t be too much work for me. She handed me the camera and I walked towards the men who stood there with serious looks on their faces.

I inhaled and exhaled.

“Okay,” I began, “We are trying to get rid of your stiff and cold image. To do that…you can’t look so stiff. Relax! Your shoulders are so tense and your smiles and so strained!”

All the men looked at me a bit confused. I guess that they are too used to just regular business photos. Their natural smiles at that party were s carefree, but when told to smile…it looks so rough. The only person

“Here, if I relax maybe you’ll relax,” I said. I gave the camera back to Jang Mi and took off the blazer I had on, revealing my short sleeve red blouse. I also took off my heels leaving me barefoot. I tossed the two things aside earning some chuckles from the men standing there.

I didn’t mess the way Sehun smirk. I walked towards the men, stopping for a moment.

“Is it okay if I fix your clothes a bit?” I glanced behind me at the stylists. They didn’t seem to care much so I moved forward. I started making adjustments to their outfits so they didn’t seem like stuffy businessmen. When I got to the last person, it was none other than Oh Sehun.

He stood there in a full suit. It was a lot different from the outfit he was wearing when we were standing by the food table. They also put this ugly green tie on him. I couldn’t stop my face from scrunching up as I stared at the ugly tie. He snickered at my reaction, causing me to realize I’ve been standing there gawking at him.

“Take off the suit jacket,” I ordered. I sounded out of breath as I spoke and I don’t know why.  This sort of feeling was bubbling up in my chest as I stood in front of him. He took off the suit jacket and handed it to me. I took it and tossed it to the side, making sure it wasn’t gonna be in the picture.

He stood there looking at me for more instruction. Wow, his shoulders are really broad.

Y/N, focus! I shook my head slightly as if shaking off the thoughts.

“Open some of the top buttons of your button up,” I said. He did so, opening the first few buttons of the white button. I also had him open the buttons on the wrists of the shirt, before folding and pushing up the sleeves a little bit to reveal some of his forearms.

I sighed before taking a step back to look at all the men in front of me.

“Much better,” I mumbled,

“I agree,” Minseok said, “This seems a lot better than those stuffy suits.”

I nodded, walking towards Jang Mi who had the camera held out to me. I took it in my hands and started taking the photos once again. Things were looking better. Their way of posing was pretty awkward at first, but then they started to chat among themselves as I shot the pictures. It comes off well. I captured the laughs and the interactions between them all. I couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Please Jun, stop with the bad jokes.” Jongdae groaned while Junmyeon laughed at his own jokes. He said another joke and busted out laughing while the others rolled their eyes. I made to sure to capture all those moments.

“Hyung, you’re not funny.” Sehun voiced scratching the back of his head.

“Oh please, I’m totally funny. Let’s ask Y/N. Y/N, are my jokes funny?” Everyone has focused on me once again. Although it was Junmyeon who asked the question, my eyes were on Sehun. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, waiting to hear my answer.

“I think the jokes are funny,” I answered honestly.

“See! Y/N thinks I’m funny!” He turned towards Sehun, who stood about 2 people away from him.

“Y/N also inhales fruit like it’s oxygen so maybe you both are just freaks,” Sehun replied, running his fingers through his hair.

I flinched at the word freak. I felt an uncomfortable ping in my chest. I tried to play it off.

“Hey,” I protested, “Fruit are delicious! There’s nothing wrong with that.” Although my retort was serious, Sehun gave that a smirk. That same smirk he showed in middle school and high school. While the others laughed at my protest, flashes of middle school Sehun appeared before me again. Those hateful eyes, which seemed to burn right through me.

“Oh please! I’ve never seen anyone inhale food like that. You gotta be some type of freak.” His tone was light. He was clearly teasing me and didn’t mean anything by it. But there it was. That word again.

Freak.

As if it was a reflex, I took a few shaky steps back. The fear I used to feel back in those days was suddenly taking me into its grips.

“Ugh, it’s lens freak! Don’t get too close! She might rub off on you!”

“Lens freak!”

“Lens Freak!”

“Freak! Stay back!”

“Y/N?” Sehun’s voice was now drenched with concern. My grip on the camera tighten and my gaze met the floor as tears began to burn my eyes.

You can’t do this Y/N! Not here!

“Y/N?” This time it was a different voice. It was Jang Mi who stood behind me. I took a few more shaky steps back before bumping into Jang Mi who looked on with worried eyes.

“Sorry,” I said, looking up to meet the worrisome gazes of the nine men before me. I quickly wiped the tears that were brimming in my eyes.

“Sorry, sorry.” I kept repeating. Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

“I think you should take a break. I’ll take the individual photos, so you just take a seat.” Jang Mi said taking the camera out of my hands. Before I could even protest, Sehun was walking towards me. He placed his hand on the small of my back, leading towards the further end of the room.

I was so shocked by his sudden concern. My eyes met Jang Mi’s, who was also confused. His touch isn’t bothering me like I was expecting. It’s sort of…comforting.

“Just have a seat.” He whispered into my ear. One of the stylists brought a chair near the food table. I sat down and sighed.

“I’m fine,” I argued, “My mind just wandered somewhere.”

“Where on earth does your mind wander for you to start crying like that? I’ve never seen someone look so scared in my whole life.” He sounded like a parent lecturing their child.

“Just stay there and eat all the fruit you want.” He instructed. My brows furrowed and I was starting to get a bit angry. I felt like he was ordering me around.

“Mr. Oh, I am feeling well, please don’t worry.”

“Well, I can’t help but worry.”

My eyes narrowed at him in confused, He stood towering above me, his hands in his pockets once again. His eyes stayed on me like he was worried I would get up and disappear.

“Why? Why are you so concerned when it comes to me?” My voice dropped to almost a low whisper. My eyes moved to the scene behind Sehun where the individual shoots began.

 It was Kyungsoo who was up. The other 6 men were walking towards the curtain placed in the back area of the room, so they could do outfit changes. Jang Mi was doing very well behind the camera now.

I looked back at Sehun. He took his hands out of his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Y/N, I know things are confusing…but I will explain everything. I’m new to all this and I am not sure what to do. I have a meeting after this shoot. It’ll take about 2 hours. If we could meet up then, I’ll explain everything.” He said, looking down at me.

“We’ll be there too.” I looked to my left to see Jongin, one of Sehun’s brother that I haven’t heard speak much.

I looked between the two men before nodding, “Okay…I just want to figure this thing out so I can move on with my life.”

“Move on with your life?” Jongin questioned looking at Sehun for an explanation as if he would have one.

“I’ve made it clear to Mr. Oh that I do not wish to do more than business. I don’t have room in my life for anything other than my photography.” I said. I watched a strange expression come onto Jongin’s face. It almost looked like he was disappointed or even worried about something.

The rest of the shoot went pretty well. Both Sehun and Jang Mi refused to let me even touch the camera, so I watched on. I gave Jang Mi a few pointers, but that was really all I could do. It finally came to the last individual shoot, which was Sehun’s.

I took a seat near the food table as Sehun did his shoot. Of course, we met eyes every once in awhile.

“Y/N.” Someone called me. I looked towards the voice to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun standing in their suits once again. It’s like every time I make eye contact with them, flashes of middle school show up in my mind.

I showed them a strained smile before looking towards the photo shoot.

“Have you worked for us in the past?” Baekhyun suddenly questioned.

“No, why?”

“It seems like you have such a dislike for Sehun. From the moment you met him, so I was wondering if you’ve worked for him in the past? Maybe he said something to get on your bad side?”

I shook my head, “That’s not possible.”

Chanyeol nodded and agreed with my words, “You’re right it’s not possible. Cause if you had met before, he would have already mat-”

“–But anyways,” Baekhyun spoke urgently, “We have to head back to work. We are looking forward to working with you. We hope this project turns out well.”

After the shoot ended, Sehun changed back into his suit while I helped pack up some things. Jang Mi and I started putting our camera gear away.

“Let’s stop by the tech place a bit, After I drop you home, I’ll have to come back here,” I explained.

“You’ll have to come back here?” She raised an eyebrow at me. A knowing smile appeared on her lips and all I could do was roll my eyes.

“I have some things to discuss with Mr. Oh.” I tried to add casually.

She spotted what she was doing to grin, “You got some things to discuss? Sounds steamy. Is he gonna bend you over his desk and have his way with you?”

I opened my mouth to shut her down but someone from behind beat me to it.

“It’s a bit too early for that don’t you think?” I spun around, totally horrified.

“Those were her words, not mine! I am not expecting to be bent over your desk.” My words jumbled together and my face was growing hot.

“It’s fine,” Sehun assured me, “I just wanted to say goodbye before going.”

My eyebrows shot up at the almost shy man in front of me. Are we really sure this is Oh Sehun?

“Oh,” the surprise who clear in my voice, “okay. I will see you later.”

He nodded, before saying a small goodbye to Jang Mi and leaving the room.

“Wow, he is smitten with you.” Jang Mi said, “he’s like the heart eyes emoji every time he sees you.”

“I guess so.”

“I think you should give him a chance. At least get to know him, and if you don’t like him then let him down easy.” Jang Mi suggested. I bit my lip as I thought. He seems like a different person now, but I don’t think it’s healthy for my wellbeing to be around him. He brings up too many memories from the past.

Despite that, something in me has an urge to be near him. It feels like I’m having some type of internal battle.


“What am I getting myself into?” I said as the elevator doors open. This is the highest floor which has the lounge for the CEO of the company. When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by a tall bulky man who seemed to be security.

“Y/N, they have been waiting for you. Please follow me.” He spoke in a deep and booming voice. He started walking down a hallway with dark gray walls and beautiful lights that led the way. It was pretty dim and reminded me of the hallways in a bar or club. There were multiple rooms we passed in the hallway, but soon the hallway came to a big open area with couches, a big flat screen TV, and a bar. There the 9 men talking and chatting.

My eyes found Sehun right away. He stood near the furthest wall, which was basically a big window looking over the sunset.

“Y/N,” Chanyeol said as I walked in. The guard left, leaving me to fend for myself. Sehun who’s back was to me, spun around when Chanyeol said my name.

He smiled, and I returned the gesture.

“So,” I feel a bit awkward, “you said you were gonna explain some things?”

“Yeah, of course.” He said before taking a seat on one of the couches. I walked over, sitting down next to him, but leaving as much space as I could without drawing attention to it.

“So umm…” Sehun started, “please have an opened mind, it may seem like a bit much.” I nodded my head, wondering what this could be about. I looked around at Sehun’s brothers and realized they were all watching me closely, maybe watching for my reaction? They all seemed very serious as well.

The atmosphere was so tense I laughed to ease it, “Come on, just tell me! You guys are freaking me out.”

Sehun sighed, “We are wolves.”

I blinked at him a bit confused, “Wolves? Wolves when it comes to business?”

Sehun shook his head, “No, we’re actual wolves.”

My brows furrowed as I tried to understand what he was saying, “Like you shift into wolves when there’s a full moon?”

Sehun snickered, “Not during full moons, but yes.”

I chuckled, “Are you being serious? Wolves? Really?”

Everyone in the room nodded, not a single trace of a laugh on their face. They’re serious. Should I just play along with this? Yet, if it’s a joke…why does it feel like I’m accepting it so easily?

I sat there trying to piece my scattered thoughts, “O-okay…what kind of wolves are we talking about? Like Teen Wolf type of wolves or big Twilight type of wolves?”

Sehun cocked his head to the side at my question, “I would say the Twilight type?”

I’m pretty sure my jaw had dropped as I stared at him. A wolf? Really? Is this some type of joke. As much as I wanted to leave, I wanted to know what this had to do with me.

“Every wolf has a mate. A wolf’s mate is someone who he is destined to be with. Their love and bond is something humans probably could never even understand. A wolf knows his mate the second he lays eyes on her. She becomes his everything and someone he’s set to protect.” Minseok said from the couch across from me.

“Okay…” I spoke slowly, “what does that have to do with me?” I asked. The room became that awkwardly quiet again. My eyes moved to Sehun who’s eyes were already answering my question. I looked towards the others, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

“No, no, no. Please don’t tell me, I’m Sehun’s…mate?? That’s not possible. You guys are wolves, okay great, cool. But I’m not Sehun’s mate. There must be a mistake.”

Sehun shook his head, “There’s no mistake Y/N.”

“I thought I made it very clear that I don’t want any type of relationship with you. I don’t even want a friendship.” I exclaimed.

“I made that very clear, and now you’re telling me I’m his mate? Am I destined to be with him? I don’t believe any of this!”

This doesn’t make any sense? He made my life a living hell in my teenage years…was I his mate then? If I was his mate why would he treat me that way?

The room was silent, so I decided to speak again since no one was offering words. Their eyes stayed on me as I thought things through.

“Have you been a wolf your whole life?” I looked at Sehun with pointed eyes.

I saw a flash of hope in his eyes since I was showing interest.

“Well, I knew I was going to become a wolf when I was younger. All of the pack were there as I was growing up…I didn’t have my first transformation till my junior year of high school.” He admitted.

“He’s what we call a late bloomer.” Jongin joke, causing Sehun to roll his eyes.

My eyes focused on my hands again. As much as I don’t want to believe this wolf thing…nothing in me feels like it’s a lie. They’re wolves…okay, but being his mate? That can’t be!

“So that explains all the weird emotions I get around you?” I asked softly.

He nodded, “Yes, that happens. Along with the desire to be near each other and the desire to touch each other. That’s also why there is a sense of relief around each other.”

My eyes stayed on my hands in my lap.

This mate thing can’t be that serious right? If I reject him…it won’t be that big of a deal. Then again, the way he spoke about the mate being a wolf’s everything sounds intense. I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t have him in my life!

I shot up from my seat, standing on my feet. Sehun stood up also, looking on in confusion and fear.

“Y/N, whatever I did to make you dislike me, to the point that you don’t even want to be friends, I am sorry I apologize. Please don’t leave.” Sehun said.

“It’s nothing you did,” I lied, “I just don’t have room for other relationships in my life. Plus all this is a bit much don’t you think?” I turned around to leave.

“What about tense and stressed you feel when I’m not around?” Sehun started. I stopped walking as he spoke.

“The urge to be close to me, and the urge to touch me…those weren’t in your head you know? If you didn’t feel any of those things then look me in the eyes and tell me. I’ll leave you alone after that.” He requested.

I turned around to face him, and his brows were furrowed as he watched me. Rather than replying to his statement, I sighed.

“I need time. I need time to think. After I think a bit, I’ll come to you and let you know where I am with all this. Till then, please leave alone okay?” With those words, I spun around to walk away but a wave a dizziness suddenly hit me. I stumbled a bit. My hand went up to my forehead, cause my head was starting to ache.

“Y/N? Y/N, just sit down for a bit.” Sehun said. He set a hand on the small of my back and his other hand held mine as I tried to gain my balance. The room began to spin even more, and then I felt myself falling back slightly. I was caught right away, as someone frantically called my name.

“Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong? are you okay?” That sounded like Sehun.

“Maybe she’s tired, or she worked too hard at the photo shoot?” That sounded like Junmyeon. I slowly began to lose consciousness, the voices around fading away.

The last thing I heard was concerned voices calling out to me, and the shuffling of people moving around me.


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To Create a Home

Hello! This is a prize fic from my giveaway!! It’s taken me way too long to write these but life just doesn’t like to cooperate. This is for @lamalasercorn - hope you like!

Rating: General

Pairing: 707 x Reader/MC

Finals week: the week from hell. It’s been awhile since he was in school, but Saeyoung remembers clearly how terribly stressful it was. Not that he has any real idea how it will go for you, since you majored in architecture while his major was… classified, but he still plans to do his best to help you. Right now that means he stays out of your way except when called or when he delivers you home-cooked meals (by Saeran, not himself - somehow his brother manages to actually be able to cook whereas Saeyoung can’t do anything above microwave meals). He’ll stay a few moments to rub your shoulders or whisper words of encouragement but ultimately he’ll leave you be, knowing how important it is that you get your work done.

But it’s been two days since you last slept, as far as he knows, and he plans to force you to sleep one way or the other. He knows what it’s like all too well to go extended periods of time without giving yourself a break and he does not want to watch you go through it.

Tonight Saeran cooked up some sort of chicken he’d found online and though he’d grumbled about always being the one to do all the work, he’d shoved Saeyoung your plate with the mumbled words of “make sure MC eats, okay?” Despite how much he tries to convince both of you otherwise, Saeran does have a kind heart underneath that prickly exterior and he cares just as much about your wellbeing as Saeyoung does.

Knocking softly on the door that leads into the workroom, Saeyoung enters and watches you for a moment as you draw on your tablet, no doubt with autocad pulled up as you design your final project for your academic career. You’re so lovely, from how your hair sits to the way you’re biting your lip down to your toes dangling on the floor. His heart swells and he grins widely; he’s so proud of you, of all you’ve accomplished.

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Voltron and Atlantis au (Spoilers to the movie btw)

I’ve heard some stuff about this and some fan art but I wanted to contribute lol (Also, you should probably see the movie in order for what I say to make sense because I ramble a lot.) This is not a fanfic thing, I just go into major detail on how I imagine it. It is basically a shitty summary of the movie but with different characters lmao. I think it is kinda interesting though.

(Keith is a lot more bad ass than Milo, I mean Milo is like a clumsy little dude. Keith has the same personality as well, Keith.)

(Lance is a lot more carefree and funnier than Kida. Like He is really chill unless something bad happens.)

Baby Lance (Kida) is a prince that is running with his parents, when his father gets chosen blah blah blah. The beginning part where it shows Atlantis and what happens to the people there.

First things first. Same as the movie, it is set in 1914. Keith (Milo) works at a museum, in the weird boiler room that Milo spends his time in. Keith wants to find Atlantis. His father (Kinda like Milo’s grandpa) told him all about Atlantis, and when his father died he felt like he needed to you know, follow in his dads footsteps and shit like that.

Nobody believes Keith and thinks that he is an idiot for even thinking that Atlantis is real, and that only makes him want to search more. When he goes to his apartment and goes to find his cat, Red, he sees a woman sitting in his living room, which in the movie she is Helga, but in this au she is Haggar or Nyma (Couldn’t really decide :/)

Nyma or Haggar takes Keith to Mr. Whitmyers mansion, where he is told to find Atlantis and that stuff. Mr. Whitmyer is oF COURSE- Coran

Keith and Coran talk about the plan and stuff like that. Then next thing you know Keith is on the ship thing. There he meets the commander, which in the movie is Rourke, but in this case he will be Zarkon. 

Then he meets Mole, which is none other than my boy Hunk . And then there is Dr. Sweet, which is Shiro because they are both strong and very dad like :)). Audrey will be Pidge. I mean the personality is sort of similar? Smol girls that are good at fighting and being cool I guess. Jebidah… I thought maybe he could be Coran, but I dunno. Whatever you think Coran would work the best with. Also, that old lady that talks into the speaker thing on the ship, I think her name is Mrs. Packard, yeah that is gonna be Prince Lotor. Don’t ask why. I just think that I would be the happiest this way.

Okay, and I know these two personalities are not the same at all… but I thought it would be really funny if Allura was the dynamite guy. I think his name is Vincenzo. I thought it was hilarious. 

And those are the characters, which I hope I am not forgetting any.

They do some boring shit- until Keith goes out of his tent one night to play around with his knife and look around the cave. He then notices that little bugs are setting things on fire, he wakes every one up, they escape with the camp in flames. When they are trying to escape, they fall off of a bridge thing. Keith gets injured, and that’s when Lance comes into the story.

Keith is bleeding, and while everyone is looking for him, Lance approaches him. He grabs his crystal and heels him. Keith sees Lance only for a moment before the others find him and Lance leaves. 

Keith and the rest follow Lance, only to find Atlantis. Lance approaches Keith, and you see, Lance thinks that Keith doesn’t know how to speak Altanian, so this is how their first convo goes.

If I were a stop light, I’d turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.” Lance says with a smirk.

“Thank you?” Keith blushes. Lance turns red too, because he did not except that to happen.

They eventually find out that Lance can also speak other languages, but they all settle on English.

Lance walks all of them through Atlantis, chatting away with Keith the whole time. They then meet Lance’s father, who is of course the King in the move. I forgot his name. Oops.

The King tells them to leave, but Zarkon and Lance somehow convinces the King to let them stay a night. 

Of course Lance and Keith then get closer, Keith finds out that Lance is like 8,000 to 9,000 years old and then responds with the fact that Lance is “Lookin’ good’ for his age.

Then the iconic swimming scene where Kida takes her skirt thing off (Lance does the same thing but more in a suggestive way because he is trying seduce Keith lmao)

And when they figure out some shit they go back above the water to Zarkon and the rest of the team waiting. They force Keith to tell them what they learned or else they would shoot Lance.

Then sneaky ol’ Zarkon and the gang go and attack the King, which pisses Shiro off because he didn’t want to hurt anyone. So Shiro decides to help heal the King instead of following Zarkon.

They go to the King, and they try to find what the heart of Atlantis is. Which was that cool rock circle thing. Zarkon, Haggar/Nyma, Lance, and Keith all go down to the heart of Atlantis. Lance has a mini little meltdown thing, and when Keith tries to help him Zarkon starts to get impatient, and commands Lance to do his magic shit thing. When Keith tries to go after him, Zarkon says “Hold on, lover boy” (One of my favorite scenes in the goddamn movie idk why).

Lance then rises into the air and does that super epic thing that Kida did in the movie, and he goes back to the ground, and scares the living shit out of all of them. Zarkon and the rest of them then lock Lance in a metal box.

As they are leaving, Keith tries to negotiate. But… Zarkon punches him. 

“I hope that you will now have enough money to open that second garage with your brother Pidge.” Keith says, defeated. He turns to Allura. “And maybe now you can open that flower shop. I am sure your family will be proud.” Allura and Pidge both look down shamefully. 

Pidge feels guilty, and goes to Keith. Allura does the same. Then Lotor gets out of the truck with a cigarette and goes “We are all gonna die”. Hunk goes with them too. 

Zarkon and Haggar/Nyma laugh because they think that they are all idoits for not going with them to get the money. Boy they were wrong. Zarkon leaves, with Lance imprisoned with them. Keith tries to run for them but is pushed down by Allura, who tells  him to wait. When Keith looks up he sees that the bridge is exploding. “Okay you can go now.” Allura informs him.

Keith goes to the King. Shiro tells him there is nothing else he can really do. When Keith talks to the King, he gets that super cool crystal that he saw Lance had. Sadly the King dies in that scene tho.

Shiro is able to convince Keith to keep going, and he does. He tells the gaurds in Atlantis how to fly those car things with their crystals, and the rest of the team learn as well. They fly after Zarkon. 

Zarkon is trying to escape, even trying to get rid of Haggar/Nyma because he wants everything to himself. They then get into a fight, which causes Haggar/Nyma to fall off of the air balloon. 

They try to get Lance and kill Zarkon, but they start to run out of time. The fights are just really messy and as much off a bad ass he is, Zarkon is stronger. Keith then loses his shit and stabs Zarkon with a crystal, causing him to turn to this stone like thing and crumble. Haggar/Nyma shoots the balloon from balloon, causing it to plummet to the ground. The team tries to get Lance, but the volcano that they happen to be fighting in was about to arrupt. Luckily they are able to get out of there and back to Atlantis, but lava is flowing towards it, causing panic.

Lance is let out of the metal box, and still in his magic daze, he floats the freakn’ sky and does some cool magic shit again. He makes these stone guard things and everything is super cool. They make a force field that protects Atlantis from the lava. Lance goes back to the ground, as him normal self, where Keith catches him. 

“Keith?” Lance hugs him.

When it’s time for the team to say goodbye, they take pictures for a memory. Keith stays in Atlantis with Lance, meanwhile everyone else goes back to America.

When Coran asks them what happend, they say that everyone besides them died.

Coran opened a letter from Keith, that talked about how he now has proof. In the letter is a crystal. Which is all that Coran needs.

THE END 

Prom Woes

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Pairing: teen!Dean x teen!Reader
Word count: 1,244
Warnings: Tiny angst, swearing
Request: Anonymous. Hey, I saw one of your dean x reader imagines and I loved it a lot! So I was wondering if you could do a fanfic where dean and the reader are about 17 and the reader’s prom date breaks up with her during the dance and Dean comforts her and confesses his feelings? Fluff follows? 😂😂love your fics bunches!!!


Standing in the middle of the dance floor, your eyes watered. People moved around you, bodies close to their dates. Sniffing, you shook your head and turned, making your way off the dance floor. It was your senior prom, and the memories that should have been magical were shattered.

“Oh, Y/N/N, you look beautiful.” Your mother gushed, holding her hands together by her chin. She’d just put the finishing touches on your hair once you’d finished your makeup. Your dress was a lovely shade of purple, and shimmered slightly. You’d had your eye on it for months before your parents agreed to go prom shopping. Your father refused to buy a dress months ahead of time in case you changed your mind. So, you’d scrambled two weeks prior to make sure you got your dress.

As you passed a trash can, you ripped the flower from your wrist and tossed it in. “Stupid jerk.” You muttered, wanting to punch him in the face. Finding your table, you dropped into your seat.

“Well, that doesn’t look like how you should look at your prom.” Came your best friend’s voice.

You sighed and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” You told him sadly, wiping under your eye and smudging your makeup. “Oh, great.” You groaned, seeing the black line on your hand. “Perfect.” You sighed.

Dean furrowed his brows and sat next to you. “What the hell happened? You’ve been looking forward to this night for months.”

You grinned as you Dean sat on the couch watching movies. “We’re seniors!” You squealed.

“Technically, we’re not students until Monday.” He teased. “And you are way too excited.”

“This is the final year of high school. And prom!” You saw him roll his eyes and shoved him lightly. “I can’t wait.” You added. “Jessie will look so hot in a tux.” You sighed.

Dean chuckled lightly. “I still can’t believe you’re dating that idiot.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

You played with the table cloth. “Jessie broke up with me.” You sniffed, your eyes watering all over.

“What?!” He asked, sitting straight up. “When? Why?”

Despite how bad you felt, you let out a soft chuckle at how he sounded. “Just a few minutes ago- on the dance floor.” Your eyes shot to where it was still packed for a moment, then back to the table. “He didn’t really give a good reason, actually.” That fact was just hitting you, and made your more angry than anything. You’d been together since the July before- that was 11 months of your life with him. All to have it ended. At your prom. Your senior prom!

Dean was clearly angry. “What a dick. Where’s that asshole now?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. He left me on the dance floor. I think I spaced out for a few minutes before I made my way over here. I kinda just wanna go home…” What was the point of staying when you looked like hell from crying, and you were miserable?

“Come on.” Dean got up and held out his hand. “Let’s have our own prom.” He grinned.

Taking his hand, you narrowed your eyes. “Should I be worried?” You asked, half joking.

“Nah.” He pretended to think for a moment. “I don’t think…” He laughed.


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Dean and Sam haven’t spoken since they woke up. The sun is setting now as they drive west, both of them squinting against the blaze of orange light flooding the Impala, and they haven’t spoken in fourteen hours.

They’ll be back at the bunker soon, and they probably won’t talk then either.

They don’t really need to anymore.

When Dean woke up that morning, he had stumbled his way into the bathroom where Sam was shaving, leaned against the doorway and just watched him. Their eyes had met in the mirror briefly before Dean let his eyes follow a rogue water droplet down Sam’s jaw to where it settled in the hollow of his neck. He had swallowed hard at that lucky water drop, before joining Sam at the sink, where they brushed their teeth in unison, both trying not to grin.

Getting dressed had been a battle of self-control as Sam dropped his towel and Dean shrugged out of yesterday’s underwear, both of them bare for a few moments as they dug out fresh clothes. Fingers itched to touch, mouths burned with kisses they didn’t give, and they both stayed silent, enjoying watching the other’s cock swell slightly before it was covered up.

And then there was no need to talk while they had packed and loaded the Impala. It was a routine they knew as well as they knew each other. Sam threw their duffels in the backseat and made sure the cooler was stocked. Dean put the weapons they’d kept with them in the room back in the trunk, checking that everything was in its proper place. Simultaneously, they dropped their long bodies into the front seat, Sam sitting so close that Dean could feel the heat of him.

An hour later, they had their hands down each other’s pants as Dean drove, lazily rubbing and palming at each other, enough to get each other so hard it hurt, but not enough to get them anywhere near coming.

Still, they hadn’t spoken.

They’d both hidden their erections the best they could when they stopped to stretch their legs, letting them fade away over lunch. They’d spoken to the waitress, but not to each other. Knowing smiles, flushed cheeks, and legs that couldn’t stop nudging at the other’s were better than words.

They’d both known the whole day that they were planning their arrival at the bunker, planning what they were going to do to each other like it was a game to make the miles pass faster. Now, after all that silence, they are wondering what plans the other one’s made.

They are already pawing at each other in the garage, the second they get out of the car, still not speaking.

Because between the two of them, silence speaks volumes.

wolfsong4640  asked:

Greaser!AU with Shallura?

notes: mm i haven’t done this kind of au before. excited to see what comes of it — 

lol oops this became a monster. fuck the three-sentence limit. i’m going ham.


If being good with plants gives you a green thumb, then surely Takashi Shirogane has a silver arm. Just one peek under the hood or one scooter-slide under the car, two quick adjustments with the flick of his wrist, and three seconds waiting in his garage — he fixes your car built-to-last without even giving you time to sit down in that seat he offers you.

But there’s always that one person that takes advantage of his generosity, and she rolls into his driveway with a cheeky smile and not a cent in her pocket, but he doesn’t think he minds seeing her ripped white-washed denim jeans, dusty black leather jacket, blue cerulean eyes, soft bubblegum pink lips, and thick silver hair.

Even if she comes in with a perfectly oiled engine, and even if there is absolutely nothing wrong with her car except that her ride isn’t him.

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MAPLE GLEN – 3BR, 2BA

Specifics:

  • Lot Size: 20x30
  • Furnished: 84,375
  • Unfurnished: 47,425
  • CC Roof
  • No CAP

The perfect home for a family of four. Large open living room with an eat-in kitchen and separate dining room. Half bath on main level. Upstairs is a master suite with private bathroom, a bedroom for a boy and one for a girl. Full bathroom and laundry on the second floor. 2-car garage, fenced in front and backyard with patio and play area.

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Dean’s Baby Girl

Daddy Dean X Reader

AN: I’m sorry it’s so sad

Warnings: reader’s attacked by a werewolf


You were sick of it. Sick of your dad not letting you hunt, sick of Uncle Sam always taking his side. Which was why when they fell asleep you slipped through the bunker to the garage and hurried to the well-built American muscle car that your dad had insisted you have because it would survive a crash if needed.



 You started up the engine and pulled out of the garage, hopping out for a second to close the garage, unaware that the loud creaking had woken both the brothers who were instantly in survival mode.



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