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A/N: If you get the reference in the title, I will love you forever! Hint: Charles, Xavier. -Admin Germane :3

Originally posted by fawnave

Word Count: 1482

You first saw him at a club a few days ago. You normally didn’t frequent these places, and were feeling out of place in your little black dress. You had only come to listen to the new band that was performing, but the booze was plentiful, and soon you were tipsy and starting to become bold in your actions. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him sit down next to you.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a crappy place like this?” he asked you. His voice was smooth, his eyes dark, and his face was beautiful. Honestly, he was prettier than most people in the world, and it was a wonder why he was talking with you.

“I needed to…release some tension.” you said. You picked your words carefully, his lean but muscular body was eye candy for you and you had to bite your cherry stained lips from releasing a groan.

“Oh, is that so? Have you been able to release this tension?” he smirked, placing his hand on your left thigh. His thumb stroked the exposed skin carefully, thoroughly, before his hand squeezed softly. You licked your lips, subconsciously moving towards his touch as you shook your head. The man tsked, his eyes growing darker as his hand moved higher. He leaned down towards your ear, nipping the skin softly before speaking.

“Would you like me to help you feel good?” his voice grew husky and his lips were plush, hot, and wet against your skin.

“Please?” you moaned softly. The man led you out to the dance floor, molding himself to you as his hips moved sinfully against yours. You returned his passion, moving your hips and throwing your arms around his shoulders as your lips nibbled at his neck. You could feel the man growl in his throat and he leaned down to place a hot kiss on your lips. You melted in his arms, kissing him back with fervor. His lips were so soft, you didn’t want to stop kissing him. But the nagging voice in the back of your mind woke up and red sirens flashed in your mind.

“H-Hey,” you mumbled, pulling his hands off of your body. “I-I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” you admitted softly.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” the man smirked, leaning down to capture your lips again but you stepped away.

“I’m sorry. You’re really attractive and an amazing kisser, but-”

“Then stay.” he tempted, trying to get closer to you but you kept stepping back.

“I can’t. Sorry.” you rushed, making a run towards the door but he grabbed your wrist.

“Will I ever see you again? I didn’t even get your name.” he looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t count on it. I’m sorry.” you ripped your hand away and left the club in a rush. You felt awful for betraying your boyfriend, but why did you feel even worse for leaving this mystery man behind?


You were out of milk. That was the only reason you went to the grocery store two days later. It was supposed to be a get in, get out mission, but the coupons and sales at the door tempted you. Before you knew it you were ripping out coupons and putting bargain priced foods in your shopping cart.

“Hmm, there’s a buy one get one free deal on pints of ice cream. Should I?” you muttered to yourself, looking down at the ad wearily. You had already picked up deals on discounted pasta, peanuts, and salad mixers. Also grabbing a deal on tomatoes and garlic for 69 cents a pound. You turned down the frozen isles subconsciously, staring at the ice cream in the case with a glare.

“You’re the devils food, you are.” you muttered, grabbing one chocolate and one cookies and cream. Your roommate was on her period, and she’d thank you later for picking up her favorite ice cream. That’s when you saw him.

He stood at the other end of the isle, looking at the frozen vegetables. He looked different from when you last saw him; he wore dad jeans and a pastel pull over sweater, and he had large, circular wire-rimmed glasses perched over his eyes. His hair was tousled and messy, but that somehow only made him look more attractive. His lips were just as you remembered; pink and plump. You were so shocked you dropped one of the ice creams, and it rolled and rolled, gently hitting his foot. He looked down, picking up the ice cream and searching for the owner when his eyes locked with yours. He moved towards you, a small smirk etched on his lips.

“I believe this is yours?” he asked, handing you the ice cream.

“You look different.” you spoke without thinking, and he chuckled at your outburst.

“I could say the same about you,” he eyed you carefully, staring at your low-cut shirt, gray sweatpants, and black converse.

“I didn’t expect staying here for long.” you admitted, running a hand through your messy hair.

“It’s alright, I’m a bargain hunter too. You look cute though.” he smiled and you stared at him in shock; whether out of the compliment or that you met someone that liked couponing as much as you did.

“Do you mind if I shop with you?” he asked, you bit your lip hesitantly.

“I guess.” you agreed, and the man’s face lit up.

“It’s Seokjin, by the way.” he held out his hand to you when he brought his own cart over to yours. You took it.

“Y/N.” you allowed a small smile to spread over your cheeks.

You forgot to buy the milk.


After the shopping incident you allowed Seokjin to become your friend, letting him over to your place more and more; mainly to have a fun cooking buddy. He was sweet, corny, but seductive at the same time. Multiple times you had to remind him of your taken status when his hands traveled too low during a hug or when his eyes lingered for too long. And multiple times you had to excuse yourself, trying to stop your racing heart.

You were at his place today, curled up on his couch as you watched a chick-flick with him. Your boyfriend didn’t like the sappy romance much, but Seokjin did, so he became your movie buddy. You both were watching “The Notebook” today.

“Don’t you think it’s so romantic Seokjin? He wrote to her, every single day.” you gushed. Seokjin chuckled, the arm he placed around your shoulders tugging you closer.

“Yeah, it is. But I’m a much better kisser than Ryan Gosling is.” he tsked, watching the kissing scene in the rain with dissatisfaction.

“Oh c'mon, that scene is iconic! You’re just jealous.” you protested.

“Am not! I can prove it though.” he smirked, leaning his head down closer to yours. You scooted away.

“I have a boyfriend, remember?” you reminded him and he groaned.

“Alright! Fine! I cave Y/N, you win! Now please, just kiss me. I haven’t kissed you in a week, your boyfriend is dying here.” Seokjin begged, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world. You giggled and gave him what he wanted.

His lips attacked yours, savoring the feel and the taste that was purely you. You smiled at his eagerness and cupped his cheeks, giving him more stability to work with. His hands ran through your hair, pulling you closer in a frenzy of passion and pent up frustration. He made out with you for what seemed like forever, his tongue joining the party somewhere in the mix, before he finally let you go, both of your faces flushed and lips bruised.

“Jesus babe, I didn’t think you’d last that long.” you laughed as he brought you into his arms.

“What can I say, I’m pretty amazing, but your acting is getting better baby!” Seokjin encouraged, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, but you owe me dinner now, and it better be beef. I think I deserve it for not touching my boyfriend for a week.” Seokjin scoffed.

“You?! What about my pain? I had to flirt but not touch to stay in character, that was torture when you looked so pretty.” he whined.

“You broke character first, and rules are rules.” you teased, and Seokjin pouted.

“Fine. But we’re not doing another role-play session for a while; I need to memorize your body again, it seems like it’s been forever since I last touched you.” he said, letting his hands wander down to cup and squeeze your ass.

“You’re so needy Seokjin.” you moaned softly, and he smirked.

“You’re one to talk babe. C'mon, I don’t think I can wait any longer before I lose my self-control.”

Summer Screams

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Note: hey guys… remember that imagine I did about Lydia’s little sister being a sort of lesser-banshee? Well, I’ve been working on part two for a while now (I rewrote it twice and I still don’t like how it turned out lol) and a couple of people have asked for the second part so I figured I’d go ahead and post it while I work on the third part (which will probably be the last part idk yet) so yeah. Thank yall for being patient and so sweet to me xxx

It’s been two weeks since I screamed at Liam Dunbar in the parking lot of IHOP. It’s been two weeks since I told him that he is crazy, and to leave me alone. It’s been two weeks since he found me in the forest.

           I lay in my bed. The covers are in a pile on the floor; I kicked them off earlier when I thought my blanket was made of the maggots crawling across dead bodies, worming their way to me, wiggling across my flesh…

           I sit up abruptly and turn on the bedside lamp. The alarm clock beside my bed tells me that it’s after three in the morning. I should be asleep. Everyone else is. The house is silent. I can hear the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room, the engines of cars down the road, and the rustling of trees right outside my window.

           Sucking in a deep breath, I hold my hair on top of my head, trying to give my sticky neck a chance to dry. All I seem to be able to do is sweat and worry.

           After a few minutes of staring around the room, my eyes droop. Things don’t seem as scary with the light on. I allow myself to lay back down, and my eyes flutter shut.


The sun is high in the sky, bright and hot on my skin. I almost feel like I am cooking in the too-green grass. My red hair tangles in the wind that brings sweet relief from the heat.

           There’s a dog at my feet. I don’t notice him at first, but the playful growl he emits draws my attention. He seems to be going to town on a chew toy. I smile and scratch behind his ears.

           The husky looks up at me then, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Normally this would have been a cute sight- but his white muzzle is stained red.

           The smile falls from my face. As if sensing my discomfort, the husky moves to lick my hand. When he does so, I have a clear view of the bloodied baby squirrel twitching between his paws.


I jolt upwards in bed. The lamp is still on. There is no husky. There is no dead baby squirrel. Just me and my hammering heart.

           I don’t realize I’m crying until the hot tears burn my cheeks.

           My footsteps echo in my throbbing ears as I pad down the hallway at a brisk pace. It’s easy to find her bedroom in the darkness. I’ve walked this way almost a million times, have traveled this route so often that I could do it in my sleep.

           Her door is closed, but I know she won’t mind. We always used to hop in bed with each other when we had bad dreams. I hope the option is still open, even though we’re older.

           Lydia’s purple comforter is just as soft as I remember. As I lift the covers, preparing to climb in, something clicks, and light fills the room.

           Lydia is awake, strawberry blond hair a mess. Her eyes are slightly puffy from sleep. She still looks absolutely beautiful. She always does.

           “Y/N?” She asks, concern filling her voice. “What’s the matter?”

           I slap away the stupid tears marking my face. “I had another dream.” I tell her. “I don’t want this one to come true. I don’t want this anymore.”

           Instantly her small arms are around my shuddering form, shushing me. “Okay. It’s going to be okay. We’ll figure something out.”

           All I can do is sniffle in response.


The next day I feel stupid. Lydia eyes me with sympathy- something I can’t stand. I quite frankly don’t want it. All I really want is to forget about last night. But she seems to want the opposite. In a way I’m glad. Lydia will push me to find this husky and keep it from killing the baby squirrel. Lydia won’t let me run away from these… ‘visions’.

           I just wish we could do it without the help of her friends.

           They all swamped our house as soon as our parents left for work. First Stiles, then Scott and Kira, then Malia, and bringing up the rear- Liam. He has been careful to avoid my eyes since he walked through the door, and for that I’m glad.

           Lydia passes around the gallon of milk while she says, “Thank you guys for coming. I know it was short notice.”

           Stiles brushes her off. “When has any of this ever fit into our schedule?” I don’t understand what he means by that, but Stiles is weird so I don’t question it.

           “So… what’s going on?” Scott looks at me and then quickly at Lydia when I meet his eyes.

           Lydia gives me a sad smile. “Do you want to tell them?”

           “No.” I say. “I don’t want to tell them anything. I’m going to my room.”

           “Y/N, stop.” Lydia commands as I’m halfway to the stairs. “Come back. You’ve been nothing but a bitch this whole time. All any of us wants is to help you.”

           She’s right, so I trudge back into the kitchen, yank out my stool, and throw myself down. Just because she’s right doesn’t mean I have to be outwardly happy about it.

           Satisfied, Lydia turns back to her group. “Last night Y/N had another… premonition. It really bothered her, and she wants to try and prevent it from happening. I was hoping that you guys could help.”

           “I’ll help.” Liam is the first one to speak up. His blue eyes are wide and innocent. He looks at me briefly before turning back to Lydia. “I’ll help.” He repeats.

           “Oh, we all know that you want to help.” Stiles shovels a spoonful of Honey-nut Cheerios into his mouth. “But I’m in too, if it matters.”

           “Of course it matters.” Lydia declares. “We need all the help we can get.”

           “And we all want to help.” Scott affirms. Then he looks at Kira and Malia. “Right?” When they nod, everyone looks to me.

           Lydia crosses her arms. “It’s only fair for you to tell them what you saw.”

           My shoulders slump. I hate opening up to people. “All of it?” I ask her, defeated.

           “Everything you told me.”


Once I have finished describing the horrible dream- prediction, whatever- I stare at them expectantly. Stiles clears his throat, and asks, “You said the sun was high up? Does that mean like in the middle? You know, in the center like it does at noon?”

           “I guess so.” I shift awkwardly in my seat. “That would probably make the most sense.”

           “Alright.” Stiles waves his spoon in the air as if he is conducting a grand orchestra. In this case, he’s leading a band of supernaturally-powered teenagers who have no idea what they’re doing. Well, at least I don’t know what I’m doing. “Do we know anyone that has a husky?”

           Scott speaks up. “Yes. Mr. Harvard brought his husky in last week for annual vaccinations. I can look up his records and find where he lives.”

           “That’s great, but we can’t go to his house every single day during lunch. He’s bound to see us if we go one time.” Malia counters, crossing her arms on the table.

           This stumps the dynamic duo, and we all sit in silence for a bit. Then, Kira suggests, “Let’s look at the weather forecast. On the days that say it’ll be sunny, we’ll go. On the days that have a chance of rain, we won’t.”

           “But those are just weather predictions. Nothing absolute or guaranteed.” Stiles argues, biting his thumb nail. “It’s a start, though.”

           “Okay- how about this?” Liam’s brow is creased as he thinks. “We find out where he lives, and then each day one of us-”

           “No.” I interrupt him. “It won’t be any good if I’m not there.”

           Liam blows out a big puff of air, and then continues. “Fine. You’ll go with whoever’s shift is that particular day. Then you can stop it.”

           “How?” I press, getting near my breaking point.

           Liam’s eyes widen and his cheeks darken. “Well I don’t know!” He snaps. “You’re the one who wants to do something about it, so I kind of figured you’d have some idea in mind!”

           I roll my eyes. “Obviously if I had an idea of what the hell to do, I would not be talking to you.”

           “That’s enough!” Lydia’s face is pinched. “Just… stop. We need to think about this without the immature fighting, if you please.” Then she sits down beside me so all I can do is send Liam the nastiest glare I can muster.

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