thought i should even it up a bit

Sorry to break the news, but you did not report the person behind that blog. Instead, you reported me. And I am still suffering the consequences.

I did not run that blog. Yes, they used my image. All my pictures from Facebook and Instagram, my statuses, even the captions. And then interspersed them with animal abuse images, fantasies about beastiality, other fucking disgusting sentiments.

You people found my Facebook, where I listed my wildlife rescue group. You didn’t think, for a moment, that it was odd that none of these abuse fantasies appeared on Facebook. A girl who was apparently willing to put her face, her location, the names of her family her local fucking vet clinic on her zoophilic Tumblr page, strangely had none of these thoughts on a just-as-public Facebook page.

Not one single person thought, “This is a bit odd, maybe I should reach out to this person just to confirm that it’s them.”

You people, high on some fantastical idea of justice, called the authorities. And I did not even know about the existence of the blog until the RSPCA showed up on my doorstep one night.

THEY, thankfully, had the sense to believe me. As soon as they showed me the page and I broke down in tears, they got the idea. So they told me to go to the police. The police palmed me off to ACORN (a cybercrime body) who dismissed the case because “nobody in the images was under the age of 18.”

Meanwhile, Tumblr had taken the page down, only for it to resurface again last year.

I then pursued a civil case. Emailed lawyers in my local city. They advised me only to take it to Tumblr, who shut down the page a second time. No further action was taken.

I never received another call from wildlife rescue because I was unable to prove that I did not run this disgusting blog. Wildlife is my biggest passion in the world and I may never work in that industry until I can clear my name.

So I messaged this page - report-a-predator. They told me to prove it - fair enough. So I sent them EVERYTHING. The screenshots, my emails to ACORN and SAPOL and Tumblr and the lawyers. They did not respond. I emailed them again, begging them to clear my name. They did not respond.

I am furious. I am fucking enraged that this post even still exists on their page, because the actions of this so-called “justice group” has directly impacted the life of an innocent person and they will do nothing to acknowledge it. Not even respond to a simple email. Not even take down the incriminating post.

I know my blog is tiny, I know nobody follows it, I know this will probably never be seen. But I am not going to be silent.

If you’re ever caught up in a whirlwind of pseudo-justice, maybe check the facts first.

These are just a few things that I like to do to de-stress/relax

  • Drink water; it feels way better than eating junk food and replaces the munchies.
  • Listen to soft music (I’ve been liking the majority of the We’ve Done Something Wonderful album, AKMU, and these two spotify playlists). Then, switch to upbeat music that makes you happy/some jams.
  • Drink tea. I like oolong, green, earl grey, and peppermint.
  • Take a shower and wash your hair, face, and body. Use shampoos and body washes/soaps that smell good to you.
  • Do a face mask and moisturize!
  • Allow your skin to breathe and take a break from makeup.
  • If you want something sweet, eat some fruit. I find it usually satisfies my sweet tooth.
  • If you’re tired, take a nap either 20, 60, or 90 minutes long (the latest to start one should be 4 pm to keep from interrupting your sleep schedule much).
  • Watch a show that makes you laugh; nothing that gets you too emotionally invested.
  • Delete pictures from your phone you don’t need or want; import the ones you want to keep to your laptop, a flash drive, or external hard drive.
  • Make a list of tasks you need to complete from easiest/shortest time to completion to most difficult so that you won’t feel so overwhelmed. Finish a few easy tasks first, then work on some of the difficult ones, even if just a little. If you need a break, do some of those easy ones in between.
  • Write down your thoughts if your mind feels cluttered.
  • Exercise. Whether it’s dance, pilates, running, or otherwise, it helps to relieve stress.
  • Go out and enjoy the sun’s warmth. Soak in that Vitamin D (but wear sunscreen!)
  • Eat at least two meals a day, one should be breakfast. I got in the habit of one + 2-3 snacks, and I felt awful, hungry most of the day, and gained weight bc of a slowed metabolism even with less food and lots of water, so don’t do it.
  • Clean your room. Working in a clean space makes it easier to focus. If your room is clean, just tidy up a bit: make your bed, fold laundry, change your sheets, etc.
  • Don’t stress over minimal things. Try to think long term.
  • Encourage yourself to do and be better. Don’t be hard on yourself, you’re doing great. Love yourself. You deserve it.
Twenty-One Questions - Peter Parker

Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)

Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;

Paring: Tony Stark’s Daughter x Peter Parker


The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.

A soft sigh fell from Peter’s soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn’t seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.

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No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.

“Stiles?”

He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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anonymous asked:

the gang seeing you all dressed up for the first time

(At first, I thought it said: “The gang getting you all dressed up for the first time” and omg, could you imagine? Like Sodapop is doin’ your nails while the other boys are looking through your closet to see what outfit you should wear.) anywAY

- Everyone’s jaw drops, like everyone. Their heads turn and they all stop to stare at you.

- Steve breaks the silence by WHISTLING at you like “Damn!” and Two-bit starts right after by hollering flirtatious things at you like, “Hey, baby, lookin’ good! I bet you’d look even better in my arms, huh??”

- Ponyboy’s face is beet red and he literally can’t look away. There’s so many things he wants to tell you. He’s already thinking of cheesy love poems to write you and how he honestly believes he found his ‘one true love.’

- Dallas is a sucker for girls being all dressed up so as soon as you stepped out, the cigarette he was about to light falls out his mouth and his eyes widen. He’s like,,, so stunned. Abort mission, he is a horndog, he’s going to follow you all night long and use every smooth line in the book to get a knockout like you. 

- Darry’s become light pink and he’s so speechless. He clears his throat and tries his best to look away but he kEEPS LOOKING OVER, HE CAN’T HELP IT. He wants to tell you how stunning you look in the most gentlemanly terms but he just can’t pull himself together.

- Johnny cannot keep his wide eyes off of you, he’s looking at you up and down and he just wants to smack himself because he can’t help it. He stutters and stumbles over his words when attempting to compliment your appearance. His mind is screaming “Wow

- Soda dead ass makes a move on you the first few seconds you step out. He literally slides over and leans against the wall in a suggestive and flirtatious manner and says the cheesiest fucking pick-up you’ve ever heard.

- Steve and Soda compete each other for you due to bro-code and Johnny is the next to try and make a move and he’s so nervous, he’s trying his best.

To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

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bts scenario: They break up with you, then regret it. (F)

Originally posted by jjilljj

Seokjin/Jin:

It had been 2 weeks since Jin had shouted his breakup speech at you, with nothing but venom in his voice. It had been during an argument, and he had meant it at the time, but the past two weeks had been nothing but pure, hell. He had been moping about the dorms, messing up in practice, he couldn’t remember the last time he ate properly. And little did he know, how much worse you were doing.

You were heartbroken, yes you had caused a silly argument, but he had really broken up with you because of it. You felt as if he hated you, he sure acted like he did, you stopped sleeping, you stopped leaving the house and stopped communicating with anyone but your best friend. Despite how many times the other members had tried to contact you, you weren’t interested, they weren’t Jin. All you wanted was Jin.

Jin had finally had enough without you in his life, and hurled himself towards your apartment complex in the middle of night, not even bothering to knock, he knew it would be open. You always left the door open. You always wanted him to come back to you, no matter what. And Jin was praying this would be no different, he would have a lot of making up to do, but he would do whatever it takes, to make you his again.

Originally posted by yoonseok

Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi regreted the words the second they left his mouth, all his pent up anger seemed to vanish. But he was too stubborn to admit it, he stormed off in what you could assume was anger. But in reality, he just couldn’t bare to see your devestated face. You left soon after, not bothering to say goodbye, they always seemed so final, you didn’t want this to be final, it couldn’t be. You loved him so much, you just couldn’t leave it like this.

It had been three days. Three long days and three cold nights. You missed his arms, his smell, his everything. He missed your warm hugs, your subtle smiles, your everything. Neither of you could bare it anymore, and both left for eachothers dorms. Only to literally, bump into one another on the street.

Your eyes had instantley met eachother. It seemed both of your demenours melted in sight of one another. No words would be said, not yet anyway, just a very, passionate kiss. Knowing you would have to work things out, but that could wait until tomorrow, because you both knew, that you could fix anything. Aslong as you did it together.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon/RM:

Namjoon had broken up with you a month ago, and you were determined to forget him. But of course, it hadn’t worked. He claimed it was for the best, that he was too busy and wanted you to be happy. But you weren’t happy without him. And it took losing you, to realise how unhappy he was without you. Somehow he got even clumsier, not caring if he broke anything, he couldn’t think straight, yet alone perform. Of course he seemed fine, his performances were still perfect, but in his heart they weren’t, everyone close to him knew he was broken. Everyone could see through the facade, and (not so) coinsidently everyone who was close to you, knew you were behaving just the same.

Surprisingly, it was Jin that decided enough was enough, before sitting down with Namjoon and talking sense into him, informing him of your state, and how even though Namjoon wanted the best for you, he had caused nothing but the worst. Namjoon didn’t even let Jin finish before running off into the starry night to find you, only hoping, only praying that your heart would still belong to him, so he could mend it and cherise it. And of course your heart would still be his, it always had been, and always will be.

Originally posted by hobies

Hoseok/J-hope:

Hoseok didn’t even waste a minute before trying to apologize, but you were too blinded by hurt to do anything, just muttering that you needed time to think before walking away. He would rethink everything he had said, before finalising that he made a huge mistake. Then deciding that he would do whatever he could, to make you forgive him.

It started with flowers, flowers became chocolates, chocolates became teddy bears, and those teddy bears became love letters. It was something straight out of a cliché romantic movie, yet you simply couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of your face every time a gift would appear at your doorstep.

It was the fifth day of these ‘spontaneous’ gifts, when Hoseok arrived at your door, with your favourite meal in his hands, you wouldn’t even say anything before pulling him into a hug, slightly crying into his shoulder as you listened to his relentless apologies. Before you whispered a simple ‘I forgive you.’ into his ear, knowing that you could fix whatever problems you had, because you simply loved each other too much to be apart.

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Jimin:

He was furious. Instant regret for what he had said to you two weeks ago. In all honesty, he felt free for a few days, after breaking up with you. He was still young - thats what he had told himself - that he needed to know who he was without you, and it didn’t seem all that awful, yet right here, right now, all of that had changed. He was livid.

You were at a café with a friend, a boy, friend. Who by all chance, had never met Jimin. So as you sat on the window seat, as you friend did his best to cheer you up. Jimin couldn’t take it anymore, insantley feeling all the wounds you had felt, wishing he had never muttered the stupid, toxic words to you, now only realising how much he loved you. But he was worried it was too late, you had looked so happy sat there, so beautiful without even trying.

He went to turn around, to walk away from the person he had loved most, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave you, he couldn’t be without you. It just took an insane amount of jealousy to realise that. So, in a bling moment of a mix of fury and desperation, he mustered up all his courage before walking into the little café, and straight up to you and Y/F/N.

‘Baby, If I can still call you that, look if this is your new boyfriend, well… I don’t care, okay? Look, I’m not even making sense, I want you to be happy, but with me. Unless that would make you unhappy, I should have thought this through, okay, um…’

‘Jimin?’

‘Yes baby, I mean… Y/N?’

‘This is my friend Y/F/N, but I’m sure he wont mind if you want to talk, y’know… In private? You’re making a bit of a scene for someone who doesn’t know what he wants to say..’

‘If that’s alright, I really want to talk to you, to work things out, please baby.’

‘Of course, this doesn’t immediatley fix anything, but I’m willing to try, because I love you Jimin.’

‘I love you more, Y/N, now let’s go sort everything out, together.’

‘Together.’

Originally posted by toughchim

Taehyung/V:

He wouldn’t even believe what he had done, barely leaving it 12 hours before turning up at your parents house. Immediatley asking for their forgiveness, despite them having no clue what was going on. He was desperatley asking for their help on how to win you back, in which they had decided to give him a cup of tea, and plenty words of encouragement, reminding him of how forgiving you were, and reminding him of how much you loved him. And how much your parents loved him too. Before deciding to send him on his way. But without his knowledgement, your (snakey) father had taken time out of his evening to ring you. Informing you of the whole facade. And how distressed Taehyung was behaving, and how sorry he had seemed. Yes, you were still slightly angry, but the thought of him being worried enough to visit your parents, warmed your heart. And, whether you wanted to admit it or not. In that moment, it seemed you had already forgiven him.

You rung Taehyung around an hour later, - after constantly contemplating whether it was a good idea or not - asking for him to come over, and of course he did without thought. He arrived at your apartment in a seriously impressive amount of time, which resulted in the evening being full of hugs, kisses and laughter, forgiving one another in the process, for love could fix anything. Especially the love you had for eachother.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook:

It had been 61 days. No you weren’t counting.. Okay you were. You had too. It had been two months, and your thoughts were constantly swirling between memories and thoughts of Jungkook, neither your heart or mind could let go. He had a permanent effect on you, you had never thought that love could have hurt like this. But you were mistaken, your friends kept trying everything they could, but it seemed that nothing would work, and to your surprise, Jungkook was no better.

He seemed fine, he continued performing perfectly, smiling to the public eye. But the boys knew what was happening behind those closed doors, the constant tears, relentment to eat and sleep for decent amount of times. No one could help him, and no one could heal him. Yet he was so convinced that you didn’t miss him, nor that you cared. He began to overthink everything, making up scenarios of how little you cared about him. Yet he was so far from the truth, and it took Namjoon to realise that.

Namjoon had rung you, telling you that Jungkook was in trouble, that he needed you. And he wasn’t strictly lying, because Jungkook wasn’t far from being in pieces. Of course you went quickly, flying to wherever they were performing too that night, your mind filled with different worries. Was he sick? Had he been working too hard? You didn’t care which, you just needed to make sure he was okay.

You had almost bashed the door down, yet the minute your eyes met with his, all your confidence had fluttered away, like a flock of birds after a dog barked. You wanted to run and hide, yet you had no chance too once he had pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you ever had.

And just like that, all the stress and worries melted off the pair of you, simply needing each other in the moment. You knew you had to talk to one another, to sort out whatever went wrong, but absent-mindedly, neither of you were worried. For you knew aslong as you had each other, you’de work it out. You’de be okay. You always were.

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I’m sorry some of the members were shorter than the other. I’m not sure if I like this, I’m also kind of poorly with a cold so I’ve not been able to focus as well as I could otherwise, but some people wanted similar writings to the argument one!! But I wanted to change it up a bit, I hope you enjoy it though, cuz sis loves a bit of bts fluff,,,

(all gif creds go to owners. please let me know feedback on this, always feel free message me too!I hope you have/are having a good day ♡ )

{Special} College!AU Yuta
  • major: plant biology
  • minor: n/a
  • sports: soccer team
  • clubs: photography club, earth coalition, did debate team for a while but only because he liked getting into arguments with doyoung in front of people LOL
  • is really popular, fun, and relaxed,,,,,,you can see him taking a stroll from the library to the lab looking absent mindedly at the trees or at the sky
  • but don’t underestimate him,,,,,because he’s actually really smart and organized
  • a lot of the research he does in his courses is praised by his teachers even though he’ll play it off and be like “ah~ i got it right? what luck!”
  • but in front of other students he’s like hell yeah im the prince of the plant biology major ~~
  • likes nature so decided he may as well make a career out of it, also taeil told him once that he looked good in white so getting to wear the lab coat kinda makes him giddy
  • but he frequently likes to hike and go to forests,,,even on days when it isn’t required for his major
  • flirts naturally with everyone, from the TA in class, to the people in his group, to people in completely different majors, once came in to check up on an experiment his group was doing on some eucalyptus plants and i shit u not he touched a leaf and was like “ahhhh, you look pretty today~” to the freaking plant
  • tried to tutor for plant ecology but yuta has this thing where he can plan everything perfectly in his head but when he gets to actually trying to explain anything he’s like ah,,,well,,,you see,,,,one plant,,,and other plant,,,,become friends??? wait no,,,,,biologically plants cant make friends,,,,,,they,,,,,,interact? first date? yEARS of EVOLUtiON haVE CREATed This pLANT,,,,,,,,,,,,does that not make sense
  • but hey,,,he tried his best
  • doyoung calls him “narcissist nakamoto” anytime they see each other on campus dfldskdg
  • but honestly,,,he’s not wrong,,,,,because every soccer game the uni has yuta somehow ends up flashing that handsome smile of his and ending up on the front page of the uni’s sports website, the uni journal, hell even the other teams school has photos of yuta because he’s undeniably attractive
  • esp in a soccer uniform with his hair pulled back, pretty sweat down his strong jawline, and his eyes that can go literally from ^__^ to the most sERIOUS expression
  • comes of cool~ and suave~ and like suuuuuch a smooth talker
  • but all of his friends just sneer when people gush about yuta because they’re all like “this is the dork who calls his mom at like midnight and says he misses her and cries” and also apparently enjoys kidlike things like amusement parks and kamen rider 
  • “isn’t yuta soooo manly and dreamy~?”
  • taeyong somewhere: he collects anime figures don’t trust him
  • jokes jokes
  • but it’s cute,,,,yuta is all flower boy charm in his pressed lab coat and brilliant big smile and always trying to show off that he’s a gentlemen 
  • but also squishing winwin’s cheeks during lunch because wahhh so cute and getting all happy over the new pokemon release like,,,,,how soft
  • his dorm is slightly disheveled but it proves that he works hard with stacks of books and highlighters alongside the many trophies and medals he’s won for the school
  • (and ofc,,,,,his kamen rider figurines lmfao)
  • but yep it’s summer!!! which means a lot of kids have left the campus but some classes are still going on
  • you happen to not be taking any,,,,but you get a job at the local fair that’s going to run all summer a couple blocks away from the uni so you decide it’d be better to just stay in the dorm and well,,,,,make that Money
  • yuta,,,,,,,is also staying but that’s because one of his group studies is being conducted by a teacher who won’t be back in the fall
  • and tbh you only know yuta vaguely,,,,you’re friends with jaehyun who has talked about him and you’ve seen him in the school news
  • but,,,,,you’ve also “heard” rumors about him,,,,,how apparently he likes to flirt as much as possible and isn’t really interested in anything serious
  • someone once said something about how he accepted ten confessions in a day but then broke up with the girls through text
  • and you don’t???? know him???? but those rumors feel weird and full of jealousy
  • but at the same time like what is it your business anyway not like you and yuta have ever interacted 
  • until,,,,,,that changes
  • see your job at the fair is pretty simple,,,,you sell tickets to the ferris wheel and tell people which cabins to sit in
  • the ferris wheel is pretty tiny considering this isn’t a permanent fair,,,,and the rides like 5 minutes tops,,,,,but it gets fairly popular
  • esp at night when all the couples walk by sharing ice-creams and cuddling up close when they buy tickets
  • and secretly you’re like blEGh,,,but at the same time cant lose this job so u just smile and sell tickets
  • and??? that’s when you notice that almost every night
  • yuta comes by
  • and you know it’s him from the face but also,,,you’ve heard him speaking japanese on the phone when buying tickets,,,,,and you don’t think anything of it
  • but he keeps only,,,buying,,,,one ticket,,,,,every night
  • and idk you don’t want to say anything because maybe,,,,this is his stress relief from summer classes????? but at the same time everyones saying this popular boy who could have anyone he wants on campus is spending his nights. alone. on the ferris wheel
  • somehow, without either of you saying much to each other you memorize the time he comes by and save a ticket just in case 
  • like two weeks into this whole ordeal you dont even ask him to pay you just hand him the ticket and yuta gives you a look but you’re just like,,,,,go
  • because honestly you start thinking up ridiculous scenarios like,,,maybe he cries in there???? maybe the ride reminds him of a lost loved one??? maybe,,,,,,,,he uses it as a place to scream out all his frustration 
  • and the tickets are way 2 overpriced anyway college kids need to help each other out
  • but ,,,, the night before the third week of summer classes starts yuta finally says something to you 
  • and when he does you almost fall down,,,,because????? but as you slide the ticket over he goes “this place closes in half an hour, right?”
  • you nod 
  • and he’s like “ill be by the entrance. let me treat you to dinner.” 
  • at first you think you’ve heard wrong - maybe that he needs to treat someone to dinner
  • but when you meet his gaze, yuta smiles and is like “i promise to be there.” before walking off like it’s the moST Casual thing to ask a STRANGER to dinner
  • it shocks you so much that you barely manage to stutter out a “ok” when he’s literally gone
  • as,,,,he promised yuta is standing at the entrance as you come out still wearing your uniform t-shirt with the fairs name sprawled across the front
  • and yuta motions to it and is like “cute” and you’re like um,,,,,,what is happening
  • and he smiles again,,,so bright even though it’s nearing ten pm and he’s like “i know you,,,,,not from the fair but from college. you go to the same one as me.” 
  • you nod slowly but you’re still obviously confused
  • which only makes yuta chuckle, throwing his head back a bit when he does but he’s like “don’t worry, im not being creepy or whatever. it’s just,,,,,i know you’ve been giving me the tickets for free for a while so i thought i should do something nice back.”
  • the sentiment calms you down a bit,,,even though you try to say it’s fine you don’t need to be treated but yuta just throws his hand around you
  • pulling you by the shoulder closer and he’s like “nah,,,,we college students need to jump at any chance we get not to waste money - so c’mon!”
  • and that’s how you end up at a small stall at the night market,,,,yuta piling food onto the tiny plastic table as you watch him balance drinks in his other hand
  • for a moment you think back to those photos you’d seen of him on the school website. the star shining athlete of the soccer team
  • yet here he was,,,,looking something close to a fool,,,,,but in the most endearing way
  • you don’t expect to talk with him for a longtime,,,,but you do. 
  • yuta has a way of making people feel comfortable,,,,he’s obviously sociable and sweet and it’s hard not to like someone who gives compliments and actually seems interested in you
  • especially since the summer semester has left you pretty lonely on campus,,,,
  • but when you check your watch you’re shocked to see it’s nearing 1am and you have a shift tomorrow at the fair 
  • so hurriedly you and yuta clean up and practically sprint back to the dorms,,,,yuta making a joke about how he hasn’t run this much since soccer practice ended 
  • but as you stop in front of your dorm yuta says your name,,,,,smiling and adding that he’ll see you tomorrow before heading off into the other direction 
  • and it’s not till your brushing your teeth,,,,,looking in the mirror that you realize,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,that you just hung out with nakamoto yuta
  • the next night yuta shows up as usual,,,,this time he slips something toward you in exchange for the ticket,,,,,,a ice-cream bar from the grocery 
  • he says that it must suck to not be able to leave and take snacks and you look at the ice cream and go “how did you know my fav-”
  • and he grins and is like “ah, did you forget, you told me yesterday~ i personally like their green tea flavor more but,,,,”
  • and with that he waves,,,,going toward the ride and you sit there,,,,looking at the ice cream
  • and before you know it,,,there’s a small smile on your face
  • yuta is even waiting for you at the entrance again so you guys can walk back to campus together
  • this,,,happens for a bit,,,,,and then there’s a day when you have off and you pass yuta on campus only to have him call out to you and pout because you’re not at work~ he won’t see you later??
  • and you’re like nope i have the day off, you’ll actually have to pay for your ticket tonight 
  • he makes a face that makes you burst into giggles and he’s like ill have to call my sister for more money at this point,,,,,,,or oh,,,,,should i try and get doyoung to use his card,,,,
  • you shake your head because what street fair accepts cards???? and he’s like rats ur right,,,,,,
  • but it’s cute seeing him like this,,,,, in the daylight,,,,,eyes sparkling and pretty,,,,,,,
  • bUT you shake that thought off as soon as you see a group of underclassman walking by and calling out to yuta,,,,,saying something about how he still owes them all lunch or something
  • and the rumors you’d tried to forget come back to you,,,,,,,because hey he probably isn’t treating you any differently than how he treats others
  • catching feelings for him???? Big No No
  • but yuta turns back and says he’ll see you tomorrow then and there’s a hint of happiness in his tone,,,,,but again you’re sure you’re imagining it
  • so why is it that the next evening,,,,your stomach is full of butterflies,,,,,,you’re practically straining your neck to see if yuta is coming,,,,,,
  • the moment you see the familiar silhouette you start adjusting your hair and shirt,,,,,,,,god it makes you feel embarrassed but also,,,,,when his face appears in the window,,,,,smiling and happy
  • it makes your heartbeat surge and you mentally have to keep yourself in check as yuta tells you about something doyoung texted him this afternoon 
  • tbh as you hand him the single ticket,,,,,you get the sudden urge to ask ‘why don’t you ever take someone with you on the ride? like on a date?’
  • but you know you shouldn’t say something like that
  • but when you feel his hand brush against yours,,,,,you just,,,,,,you burst
  • “yuta, why don’t you ever ride the ferris wheel with someone else? someone,,,,,,special?”
  • yuta seems taken back,,,,,for a split moment even speechless but he just looks down at the ticket and you,,,,snap back into reality
  • and start to apologize because that was,,,,,rude of you,,,,,super rude,,,,,god why do you never thinK properly before speaking
  • but yuta just chuckles and is like “ok, you’re right i should take someone special can you give me another ticket?”
  • your heart literally drops into your stomach,,,,because,,,,,he does have someone special,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but hiding your trembling hands as you print the ticket you hand it to him only to have yuta give it back and he’s like “let’s go.”
  • honestly speaking you shouldn’t ever leave your post at the ticket stand but the park is closing in ten minutes and there isn’t another person in sight so when yuta pulls you in behind him ,,,,,,
  • you find yourself sitting in the see-through cabinet,,,,,the lights of the two flickering below you as the wheel starts to turn
  • and you’re too busy looking at the view to notice yuta is staring at you
  • funnily enough,,,even though you’ve worked most of your summer there,,,,you’d actually never gotten to ride it before
  • so with the sudden invitation to get on,,,,,you kind of got excited,,,,,taking your phone out even to take photos
  • until you hear yutas voice
  • “so, ive taken someone special now. are you happy?”
  • and you look at him and blink,,,,,,,because wait,,,,,,,,are you that special someone???????
  • but ur like no no no way and so you change the topic and you’re like “why do you ride this every night? does it help you think?” 
  • but yuta just shrugs and is like “no. i just like it. i,,,,,,like it enough to ride it twice,,,,,three times but,,,,,,,”
  • and you look up from your phone at him and suddenly he’s leaning over
  • hand coming up to hold the side of your neck
  • and just as you reach the top you feel his lips against yours before he’s pulling away and whispering “but i like you so much that i thought if i come everyday,,,,if i ride this everyday,,,,,won’t they notice me in time?”
  • and,,,,,,,,no one has ever,,,,,,so straightforwardly,,,,,,,said something like that to you so you’re shocked,,,,, 
  • nearly dropping the phone in your hands but,,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,you manage to ask “w-why?”
  • and yuta laughs,,,,,,hand on his stomach and he’s like “seriously? why? because,,,,,i saw you and it was like i was looking at my dream,,,,,,the person of my dreams,,,,,,,,and then when we got to talk i knew it was right. that you’re the one.”
  • the ferris wheel starts moving slowly again and once you and yuta get to the bottom you step out of the cabin,,,,,still trying to process the confession from him
  • when yuta’s hand slips into yours and he’s like c’mon your shift is over. let me treat you again.
  • and,,,,,,,you follow him but suddenly halfway down the streetyou stop and yuta turns to look at you and you’re like,,,,,,, “don’t play around.”
  • and he’s like ? what
  • and you yank your hand from his and you’re like “don’t play around with me. i don’t want to be just another person you woo and then,,,,,and then dump.”
  • yuta watches you,,,,,nervously looking toward the ground and he lets out a sigh and is like “do you think im playing? do you know how much money i spent on that ferris wheel in the first two weeks? 6 bucks for 6 days out of the week. that’s 36 a week, that’s 72 for tWO YOU KNOW WHAT 72 DOLLARS IS FOR A COLLEGE GUY DONT YOU”
  • and you look up and he’s like “listen,,,,,,some rumors about me are true. like how i stare out the window during class like a moron but am also ranked in the top five of my major. yeah i tend to fall over things because im not looking, but im still the ace of the soccer team. and yeah,,,,,,,,,i like to talk and be nice to lots of people but im not a player. my feelings for you are for real.”
  • you swallow the lump in you throat,,,but you’re also like,,,,,,,r-really?
  • and yuta is like yES really now do you feel the same or no?
  • you look at his outstretched hand,,,,,,,and you look at him,,,,,,,the smiling boy who’d treated you to dinner, who’d come everyday not to ride the ferris wheel but to see you,,,,,,,,,,,,and you take his hand
  • because what is there to lose in trusting this handsome, sweet guy,,,,,,who just happens to love corny things like the ferris wheel LOL
  • and most people cant believe yuta is actually dating,,,,,,,,,but not because of those stupid rumors but because he seemingly has never been interested
  • and when you meet his friends for the first time johnny asks if yuta didn’t perhaps pay you on the downlow to pretend-
  • but yuta is like heY im not you mr. chicago and ur like ????? and johnny is like fine fine fine
  • taeyong pats your shoulder and is like “good luck, he’s a handfull.”
  • you also learn of yuta’s undying fondness when it comes to transfer winwin which you dont mind because,,,,,the kids adorable and you and yuta are both like “he’s so cute” like 24/7
  • much to the disdain of literally everyone else,,,,,,,,winwin is lowkey savage though he told you once that you were too good for yuta who apparently is much more airheaded than it seems
  • but you were sure he was joking
  • until yuta literally almost burned down the dorm trying to make homemade takoyaki,,,,,,
  • but boyfriend!yuta is just,,,,,the best
  • he’s so fun and upbeat and never,,,,,like,,,,,,pushy
  • like sure he makes jokes about being prince of plant biology or the only man worthy of your attention
  • but he’s coming from a place of genuine love,,,,,and his want of your attention
  • which is kinda cute because if you ignore him for more than like twenty minutes you meet aegyo!yuta which,,,,,,,can either infuriate you or melt you it’s always a 50/50 draw on that one
  • yuta also loves taking photos which is something you leaned when everytime you’d go on a date he’d start taking candids of you
  • and you’d be like babe im just ordering off the menu we don’t need to take pic- but yuta is already like its fine i took one of you and it’s up on insta i tagged you check it out
  • his sister calls to check up on him and you’re always nervous to talk to her,,,,even though she roasts yuta to you and it’s amazing,,,but you’re always like i want your family to like me,,,,and yuta is like how could they not like you when i like you so freaking much
  • his sister told you about his flowershop job in highschool which you think is just the CUTEST so you always jokingly ask him to get you pretty custom bouquets 
  • but the thing is,,,,,,,,he does,,,,,,,he really does
  • and he surprises you with this big arrangement on the 100th day of dating and each flower has a meaning for what he thinks about you and it’s so beautiful,,,,,,,,yuta no matter how greasy he comes off secretly is a big sappy romantic. fight me on this
  • takes you hiking with him and if you get tired he’s always trying to get you to let him carry you and you’re like NO and he’s like “why not i am a man of nature, man of the mountains-” and ur like man of the mountains when you drop me accidentally off the cliff hell no nakamoto
  • if anything you do like hearing him talk about his major,,,,because people think he’s good looks and athleticism
  • but he’s also so smart,,,,,and his notes are all over the place sure but he knows what he’s doing and it makes you so proud
  • you caught him dancing in the lab once when he thought no one was alone. did he serenade a plant? he most def did
  • the hottest thing about him though,,,,is during his soccer matches it’s like 0 to 10000. at the beginning he smiles and waves at you blows air kisses and does the usual cringy sappy stuff
  • but,,,,,once the game is in heat,,,,,he changes completely
  • the softness in his eyes and smile are gone,,,,,,it’s just a fierce stare and raw determination 
  • and,,,,,,it’s ,,,,,,,,,a turn on especially when he wins and runs up the bleachers right up to you to get a kiss and slip his medal off to put around your neck
  • liKE,,,,,,,how idea,,,,,,,,,also getting to shower with him afterward?????? even more ideal
  • even though yuta can get pretty interesting,,,,intimately he’s always mush and goo for the kisses you give him on the tummy
  • when you both are just lazing around and he’s playing some 3ds game and you heads on his stomach going through your phone and you just lift up the hem of his shirt and kiss his tummy 
  • he makes the cutest,,,,,,,like the CUTEST hehehehe laugh,,,,,,,
  • “yuta,,,,don’t you have lab hours to do?” “yes,,,,but i also have cuddle hours to do so get over here”
  • when you’re upset,,,,,,yuta is,,,,,actually really good at comforting, he reminds you that he’s here,,,,,,by your side and nothing will hurt you and he’ll help you no matter what
  • and no matter how childish his interests are like video games and amusement parks,,,,,,he’s a serious man when it comes to you and your happiness
  • his mom texted you like 40000 baby photos of him which you love and cherish and yuta isn’t actually embarrassed at all tbh he thinks it’s adorable you fawn over him
  • (aka he lives for your attention. if you don’t give it to him, like i said, he turns into a mess of bad attempts on getting you to show him your love LOL) 
  • sleeps in class and still gets straight A’s - it’s infuriating 
  • but also,,,,,whenever you guys have time you’ll head into the city to the amusement park and get on the ferris wheel because no matter what yuta remembers it as your “first official date spot” even though that’d technically not be true
  • but it’s cute and it’s important to you two even though doyoung is like “go to a restaurant like ADULTS” but you and yuta aren’t rushing to grow up
  • any1 who spreads rumors about him gets you super worked up and you’ve screamed at a good number of people and yuta and the boys always hold you back
  • but afterword yuta is always kissing you madly because “wow i love you so much you stand up for me all the time and wow i love you ok im gonna keep kissing you no-”
  • you guys are a fun couple ok
  • still flirts with u even tho ur dating but he does it with plant puns to be cheesey. “will you never leaf me?” “if you were a flower you’d be a damndelion” “we were MINT to be”
  • what im saying is yuta comes off as not being a dork, but he’s the biggest dork
  • OH wearing his soccer team hoodie and people being like “wait, you’re dating nakamoto?” and you getting to be like yes ;-) yes i am ;-)

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Bruised (Nolan Holloway)

Sequel to Broken

Broken: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/165244775102/broken-nolan-Holloway 

Originally posted by theoraekendeserveslove

Inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liuDx0z20YQ I highly recommend listening while reading

recap:

 I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.

“Nolan.” I gasped.

It wasn’t the sight of Nolan that made me gasp. It was what he was holding in his hand. A gun.

“Nolan what are you doing?” I questioned looking at him and then back at the gun in his hand.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rise.

“she wants me to kill you, they tell me you’re the most dangerous next to Scott.” Nolan said pacing in the doorway.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the gun in his hand.

“Nolan please put the gun down.” I said raising my hands in surrender.

Nolan wouldn’t actually hurt me would he?

“why should I? You lied to me! You’ve been lying to me all along! You had me so fooled for the longest time, but not anymore. I trusted you, I told you everything and you were just faking it all along.” Nolan said raising the gun a little.

He had tears falling down his cheeks now too. I hurt him badly, and I couldn’t take it back.

“Nolan please don’t do this, I’m sorry I hurt you I never meant too. Nolan I lied about what I am but I didn’t fake anything. All of our late night talks, the nights we drove to the cliff and just lay there stargazing, all the times we talked about  our future, that was all real.” I said slowly lowering my hands and taking a step towards him.

He raised the gun fully now aimed at my face. He moved his finger to the trigger. I stopped dead in my tracks. 

“Nolan.” I said my voice cracking.  

“they told me you’d try to plead your case to me.” He spat.

I realized Nolan wasn’t going to put the gun down. I slowly reached my hands down to my belt which again was really my katana. Nolan saw what I was doing and roughly grabbed my arm.

“they told me you’d try that too.” He said glaring at me.

He ripped the belt out of my hands tossing it to the floor. 

“Nolan you really want to kill me?” I asked my voice shaking as sobs racked my small frame. 

He stared at me for a long couple of seconds.

“they want me too.” He repeated again even more tears falling down his cheeks.

“well what do you want? If you want to kill me go ahead and do it. I’m not going to stop you.” I told him.

Nolan looked at the floor slowly lowering the gun. He dropped it on the floor looking defeated.

“you couldn’t do it Nolan because this isn’t who you are." I said looking at him  but he wasn’t paying attention.

His eyes were focused on something on the floor. I looked down to see the note I had dropped when he grabbed my arm. It had his name on the front.

“you can read that if you want.” I said still not moving.

Nolan ran a hand over his face before bending down and picking up the letter. Nolan looked at the letter and then up at me. He took the paper ripping it up. In that moment he ripped up my heart too. I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my face as he ripped up the paper. He didn’t even bother to open it.

“It doesn’t matter what it says, everything has changed.” He said looking at me.

I dropped down trying to collect all the pieces of the note and my heart.  

“It said I love you.” I whispered before looking up at Nolan’s shocked expression.

I never admitted it out loud until now. He took a few steps back stumbling to my door way.

“You don’t mean that you’re just trying to trick me again.” He said tears falling freely.

I got off the floor walking to stand in front of him.

"Nolan I’m so in love with you it hurts.” I said tears still in my eyes.  

Nolan looked at my eyes and then down to my lips. The next thing I knew Nolan’s lips were on mine. He backed me up so he was pressing me to the wall with his body. He had his hands cupping my cheeks as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck pushing myself closer to him. This was everything I had ever wanted. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine. I could feel the rhythmic beats of my heart speed up from what just occurred. I was even more in love with him now.

 "show me.“ He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please don’t do this.” I said still out of breathe.

“show me please, I want to see the real you.” He repeated.

I thought about it not knowing If I should. I finally agreed too nodding my head.

“stand back.” I said pushing him back a little bit.

I took a deep breath letting the fox inside of me come out.

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

Nolan took a couple more steps backwards, looking at me with wide eyes. I took a step towards him but he quickly stepped back. He was afraid of me. I willed the fox to disappear so now I was back to me.

“Nolan.” I said taking another step forward but he stepped back again.

“I knew it.” He breathed before running out the door.

I should’ve called or ran after him but what was the point. Maybe I was the monster that everyone thinks I am. Nolan certainly thought so. I sat on the floor allowing myself to be consumed in my thoughts. I knew that loving Nolan was suicide but I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know how long I’d sat there until I heard a knocking at my door. I quickly got up thinking it could Nolan that maybe he changed his mind. I opened the door but it wasn’t Nolan standing on the other side, it was Liam.

“Liam.” I said stepping aside so he could come in.

His eyes darted to the ground where Nolan left the gun lay.

“y/n what happened?” He asked looking at me. 

I didn’t answer right away.

“y/n answer me. Did they hurt you?” He asked rubbing my back.

"No I’m fine.” I said finally looking at Liam.

“Well Scott needs us at the police station. We met a new werewolf who said she was shot by a deputy and they just picked up two other werewolves, we have to get them out before the deputy kills them.” Liam explained.

I looked back down to the note on the floor. I couldn’t leave everything behind now. I didn’t realize until now how incredibly selfish that was. The pack needed me. Innocent supernatural creatures needed me. If loving Nolan was suicide I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I picked up my belt clicking it back in place before nodding at Liam. He gave me a smile before we ran to Mason’s car. We drove to the police station in silence, until Liam spoke up.

“I probably should mention Theo’s back too.” Liam said shyly looking over at me.

I didn’t have a problem with Theo, he however really didn’t like me. I did send him to hell after all.

“It’s a good thing I have this then.” I said gesturing to my belt.

“we’re here.” Mason said parking the car.

 I went to get out but Liam stopped me.

“I uh never got to say thank you for today at school.” Liam said giving me a smile.

“we have to watch each others backs remember.” I said referring to what Scott told us to do.

“yeah you’re right.” He said walking with me in to the police station.

We met Scott, Lydia, and the new werewolf Quinn. I gave her a small smile showing her I was on her side.

“please Sheriff.” Scott says pleading for Stilinski to let the two wolves go.

“Scott they’re being charged with murder, they aren’t going anywhere. There are still laws and they broke the law .” Stilinski said looking at all of us.

“but it isn’t safe.” I said looking at him.

“right now, I think this may be the only safe spot left in town.” Stilinski said.

“what would Stiles say if he were here? You know he wouldn’t agree to this.” Lydia said.

“yeah plus it was a deputy that shot Quinn anyways.” Malia added.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at us in disbelief.

“A deputy? You sure? I know all these deputies and trust them , I’m pretty sure if one of them was a werewolf hunter, I’d know.” He said.

“this supernatural thing that causes fear, it’s changing people, you’d be surprised what people do when their afraid.” I said.

It was true, just an hour ago the boy I loved was pointing a gun at my face. I don’t think Nolan would ever want to hurt anyone I think he’s just afraid.

“you can’t protect them from the hunters if they’re already inside.” Scott says trying one last time to plead with Noah to let them go.

Quinn told him what happened with the deputy but he still didn’t believe us. Lydia snapped at him and Malia laughed at something that was definitely not supposed to be joke.

“look guys I..” Noah started but suddenly we were blinded by a lot of bright lights.

I brought my arm up to shield my eyes. The deputies raise their guns as Stilinski looks outside.

“what is it?” Scott asks walking over to the window.

We all walk over seeing Monroe standing outside with about a dozen well armed hunters. I looked at each of the hunters. My eyes instantly connected with Gabe’s. I was looking for Nolan and was relieved when I didn’t see him.

“deputies put your guns down and get away from the windows.” Noah says disarming himself.

“Sheriff.” Scott said putting an arm out to stop him but he walked outside anyways. 

“Scott what are we going to do?” Liam asked looking at Scott.

I could tell this was going to end one of two ways and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the peaceful option. Someone was dying here tonight it was just a matter of them or us. Suddenly Malia started to panic.

“we have to get out of here.” She said pacing the room.

“we have to give Stilinski a chance to negotiate.” Scott said trying to stop her pacing.

“how are we going to get Jiang and Tierney out?” Liam asked.

“Screw them.” Malia snapped making Liam stumble backwards.

“Mal, calm down.” I said putting my hand on my belt just in case.

Everyone’s heads snapped up when we heard the familiar voice of Theo Raeken as he entered the room.

“should I kill him?” Liam growled taking a step towards Theo.

“leave him, we have to get the hell out of here!” Malia pleaded with Scott.

Something was wrong. This wasn’t her, it was the fear.

“Don’t you get it we’re trapped! They have all the doors and windows covered, we’re going to die in here!” Quinn says shedding a few tears.

“way to be positive Quinn.” I mumbled.

“can I kill her?” Theo asked looking over to Quinn.

“SHUT UP!” Malia growled approaching Theo.

I quickly un-did my belt snapping my sword in place. Theo looked at me confused to which I just shrugged in response. Scott grabs Malia before she does something stupid. He knows she wouldn’t stand a chance against me. I put my sword away not looking for a fight either.

“there’s only about a dozen of them out there, we could take them, especially with y/n blocking their bullets.” Lydia pointed out still gazing out the window.

“but what about Jiang and Tierney you know the whole point of us being here!” Liam said to Scott.

“we’re getting out of here, all of us.” Scott said nodding at all of us.

Liam goes to get Jiang and Tierney as we prepare to go outside. I snap my katana in to place preparing for a fight. We were just about to bust through the door when Stilinski comes back in.

“what are you guys doing?” He asked looking at us.

“we can take them.” Lydia snapped.

“we’re not fighting. Get back from the windows and Parrish put them back in their cells.” He said pushing us away from the door.

Parrish took Jiang and Tierney back to their cells.

“She’s giving us until midnight to hand them over dead or alive.” Noah said looking at us.

“So let’s prepare for an invasion then.” I said jamming my sword in the door so it would be almost impossible to open.

The others took my advice and started moving desks and filing cabinets to block the windows and doors. I removed my sword and replaced it with the leg of a chair in case I needed it. As Liam and I are moving a desk the power goes out. There was only a dim light coming from the cars outside.

“what the hell?” I questioned looking at the others.

Suddenly a deputy comes in dragging a struggling Nolan. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes but I fought them.

“I found who cut our power.” She said holding up a pair of bolt cutters.

“Nolan.” I said glaring at him.

He couldn’t look at me though. Liam let out a growl, taking a step towards Nolan. I quickly put my arm out to stop him.

“please don’t make me go back out there y/n, she’ll know I screwed up and she’ll kill me.” He pleaded finally looking at me.

“why should we! You’re a liar Nolan and you’re sick in the head, I say we throw him out.” Liam growls.

I felt the tears I was holding back fall from my eyes. Scott must have saw.

“No, we aren’t throwing him back outside.” Scott said to Liam.

“Parrish lock him up.” Stilinski said looking at Parrish.

Parrish walked over grabbing Nolan. I couldn’t look. I loved him and it was going to get me killed. As soon as Nolan was out of sight I ran to the bathroom breaking down. The reality was now it was him against me. There was no friendship. No love. It was war. Malia walked in wrapping her arms around me. This meant a lot coming from her considering she wasn’t an affectionate person.

“Forget him, if he can’t see who you really are, then he doesn’t deserve you anyways.” Malia said shocking me.

It wasn’t that I thought she was not genuine…. okay maybe I did think that.

“what sometimes I say meaningful things.” She said giving me a smile.

I returned her smile before we walked out of the bathroom. We didn’t get very far when we heard Parrish tell everyone to get down. A smoke grenade went off making it hard to see. I quickly realized the smoke grenade was a distraction. I ran to the holding cells seeing Nolan holding a blue vial of wolfsbane. I quickly tackled Nolan to the ground grabbing his hand that held the wolfsbane. I finally flipped him over so I was straddling his waist and pinning his arms above his head.

“I have to do this!” He said struggling against me.

“Nolan don’t make me have to hurt you!” I said holding him back down.

He stopped struggling and looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“you’d do that.” He said his voice cracking now.

I looked at his face feeling myself fall back in his trap but I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

“you’re the one that said everything has changed so yeah I would, then maybe you would know how I feel. Nolan you held a gun in my face, you’re trying to kill two innocent teenagers. I’m not the monster Nolan you are. You don’t care about me, the only one faking anything between us was you!  and when I die by the hands of your so called "friends” I just want you to remember that I was the one who truly loved you. " I said finally letting out all the emotions I had been keeping locked inside.

Nolan looked heartbroken.

“you really think that I don’t care about you?” He said trying to get one of his hands free.

He finally got one of his hands free and used it to cup my cheek. I completely forgot about Jiang and Tierney who were right there.

“ask me why I didn’t kill you earlier today.” He said looking in my eyes.

“Nolan please stop.” I said not wanting to hear the lie he was about to tell me.

“ask me.” He repeated.

“Nolan why didn’t you kill me?” I asked.

“Because I love you too.” He said leaning up on one elbow.

I didn’t know if he actually meant it but I guess I didn’t care. I leaned down placing my lips on his in a hungry kiss. I knew this was wrong but it felt so right. I let go of his other arm putting my hands on either side of his face. He wrapped his arms around me kissing me deeply. I was suddenly ripped off of him and thrown in to the wall.

“what the hell?” I said struggling to get up.

I looked up to see Liam growling at Nolan. This was all my fault.

So I decided that I wanted to make this in to a series if you guys want me too? Broken got so much feedback in such a short amount of time so that’s pretty rad! I hope this lives up to that!

next installment Burned

halloween [s.h.]

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse


Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Request:  Could you maybe do a stranger things Steve imagine when you go with Billy to the Halloween party (even though you hate him) to get Steve jealous?

Warning: Billy Hargrove being a dick. 

(this is the longest thing I’ve ever written tbh)


“Come and get sheet-faced,” you snorted, reading the words off the paper that Jonathan had just handed to you. “As tempting as that sounds, no thanks. I’ll be at home, binging on candy bars and watching whatever crappy horror movies come on the TV.”

Nancy whined slightly, grasping your arm. “(Y/N) please. Just join us for that one night.”

You shook your head, gently shaking Nancy off. “Nope. You kids have fun. I’ll stay at home, it’ll be fun.”

“I heard Steve is thinking about asking you to go,” Nancy sing-songed into your ear, causing your face to heat up. 

Jonathan smirked, slinging his arm over your shoulder as you started to walk. “It’s true.”

You hesitated slightly, slowing down. “I’ll think about it okay?”

Jonathan fist-pumped the air as Nancy let out a slight cheer. You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly at your friends’ antics as you turned the corner, only to stop in your tracks.

There, standing in front of you, was Steve Harrington. He was holding a bouquet of…were those candy bars? and smiling as Stacy threw her arms around him. You looked up at Jonathan and smiled tightly. “So much for him asking me to the dance huh?”

Nancy’s mouth was open in shock as you slipped out from Jonathan’s arm and walked off, watching the scene in front of her play out and wincing at Stacy’s loud voice.

The crowd gathered around Steve and Stacy dispersed quickly, and Jonathan & Nancy made their way towards them. 

“I can’t wait to go with you Steve!” Stacy exclaimed. “Pick me up at 7 okay?”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Stacy bounced away, looking down at the candy bouquet in slight dismay.

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked as Steve turned to them.

“I though you were asking (Y/N) to the party,” Nancy spoke quietly.

Steve looked after your retreating form, bewildered. “I am! Or I guess I was. I was waiting in front of her locker but I guess Stacy thought I was waiting for her. You gotta help me guys.”

Jonathan grimaced slightly. “I think you messed up. Badly. (Y/N) didn’t look very happy when she walked away.”

“You don’t think I could tell?” Steve exclaimed. “Stacy just happened to appear at the wrong place at the wrong time and now, I probably messed up any chance I had with (Y/N)!”

Nancy and Jonathan frowned as Steve marched away. 

“We have to help him Jon.”

“Yeah, we do.”


You sighed softly as you opened your locker, exchanging your books for the ones that you needed. You closed your locker and twirled, ready to go to class, when you bumped into something hard. 

Your books went flying everywhere and you gasped as you dropped to your knees, muttering apologies as you scrambled to gather your things. You heard a slight chuckle as you stood up and you couldn’t help but flush.

Your blush only deepened when you realized who you had bumped into.

Billy Hargrove. The new kid.

You gulped slightly, glancing up at his wide smile. You smiled tightly at him as you apologized once more and walked away from him, heading to class. 

“Hey wait up!”

Your cursed softly as Billy caught up with you, smoothly taking your books from you as he walked alongside you. “Let me help you with those.”

“Thanks Billy,” you spoke quietly.

“Listen, now that I know that you’re not Harrington’s little galpal, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Tina’s party with me?”

“What?” you asked in disbelief. Billy Hargrove had never shown any interest in you.

“I’m asking you out (L/N). Now that I know that King Steve is not your man, I want to take you out,” Billy spoke smoothly, leaning against the wall as you approached your next class.

You glanced inside the room, locking eyes with Steve. He glanced at you and tilted his head towards Billy, silently asking what was going on.

“You aren’t together, are you?” Billy’s voice broke through your silent conversation. “I thought I saw him asking Stacy to the party.”

You took a deep breath and turned back to Billy. “No, we aren’t together. And yes, I’d love to go with you.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at eight,” Billy leaned down. “Wear something…nice.”

With a wink and a smirk, Billy handed you your books and walked off. 

You stood there in silence. Yeah, Billy Hargrove was a prick and always antagonized Steve, but it wasn’t like Steve was going to ask you out. Besides, you couldn’t deny that Billy had a great ass.

You bit your lip slightly as you watched him walk away before slinking into class and taking your seat near the front, ignoring Steve’s questioning gaze.


“Hey (Y/N),” you heard Jonathan’s voice behind you.

You turned away from your locker and faced the couple.

“So,” Nancy began. “I know that today didn’t play out the way any of us wanted it to, but I was hoping that you’d-”

“Don’t worry Nance,” you cut her off. “I’m still going to Tina’s party.“

“Really?” Jonathan and Nancy chorused.

You couldn’t help but smirk as Billy walked by, shooting you a wink. “Yeah, someone asked me out and I said yes.”

Jonathan and Nancy followed your gaze, eyes widening when they saw Billy.

“You’re going with Billy?’ Nancy hissed. You nodded.

“Why?” Jonathan questioned.

“Listen guys, he asked and I said yes,” you replied. “Shouldn’t you guys just be happy I’m going?”

“Steve is not going to like this,” Jonathan muttered as you walked off. Nancy nodded in agreement. 

Together the couple walked out to the parking lot, where Steve was waiting or them, leaning against his car.

“Well?” he asked impatiently as they approached him. “Is she going to Tina’s?”

Nancy and Jonathan exchanged uneasy glances. 

“Yeah,” Nancy spoke softly. “She’s going to the party.“

“Great,” Steve spoke, smiling widely as he thought of the various ways to blow off Stacy and spend time with you.

“She’s going with Billy,” Jonathan added quietly.

The couple stared in silence as Steve’s smile faltered and he averted his gaze.

“Oh,” he whispered, looking down at the ground. “Well I should get going. See you guys tonight.”

As he hopped into his car and drove off, Nancy and Jonathan exchanged worried glances, concerned about the way that the evening would play out.


You shivered slightly as you slid into Billy’s car, nodding gratefully as he cranked up the heat.

You noticed Billy staring at you out of the corner of your eye and bit your lip slightly. 

Billy looked you up and down appreciatively, nodding slightly as he smirked. “Nice costume.”

You looked at him the same way, noticing the way that his shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. “Nice shirt.”

Billy laughed loudly as his car roared to life. “Trust me princess, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

You were still blushing by the time that you arrived at Tina’s. Billy exited the car before walking over to your side and opening the door for you. He leaned down as you stepped outside. “You do look really nice in that outfit by the way.”

You simply smiled and winked before walking up the pathway. Billy quickly caught up and fell into step next to you, placing his hand on your back.

As you walked into the outdoor patio, you could feel the shocked gazes and hear the quiet whispers of everyone observing you.

I thought she and Steve were dating.”

“I heard that she and Billy are!”

“I guess her and Steve aren’t best friends anymore.”

You swallowed uneasily as you reached the front door, squealing slightly as Tommy popped out of nowhere. “Billy my man! C’mon there’s a keg waiting out here with your name on it.”

You had buried your face in Billy’s chest when Tommy had pooped out, and Billy’s arm was resting comfortably around your waist. When you finally looked up, you noticed Tommy’s face twist into a sneer. 

“Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t see you,” Tommy drawled before turning to Billy. “I can’t believe you came with Steve’s bitch. You have balls dude.”

As Tommy cackled, you felt the anger rise up in you. Stepping away from Billy, you spoke calmly. 

“Tommy? That’s you. I’m sorry I got so terrified by that monster mask you’re wearing,” you took a step closer to him, gingerly poking his cheek. “Oh shit! My bad, that’s just your face. How tragic.”

Tommy took a threatening step forwards before Billy interrupted. “Ok dude. Let’s go check out that keg.”

As Tommy glared and walked away, Billy pulled you in. “Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone, okay princess?”

“No promises,” you chuckled humorlessly, walking towards the door.

“Here let me g-get that for you,” a voice stuttered behind you, reaching forwards and opening the door.

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up only to lock eyes with Steve.

You stood in silence for a few seconds before Steve cleared his throat. 

“Uh, I really like your costume. Lana right?” Steve smiled cheekily. 

You nodded in response as you looked him over, blushing when you realized who he had dressed up as. “I see you came as Joel.”

Steve chuckled softly before leaning down. “You look amazing (Y/N).”

You kept your gaze down as you stepped inside, quickly making your way towards the kitchen. Steve followed quietly, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to you.

You took a cup from the counter, dipping it into the large punch bowl and bringing it up to your lips. You were stopped by Steve, who had grasped the cup himself and poured the contents back into the bowl.

“Steve, what the hell?” you asked, slightly peeved off because of what he had done.

“Careful (Y/N),” Steve murmured, dangerously close to you. “Are you sure you should be drinking that? It’s pure fuel.”

You looked up at him and smirked, a blush making its was across Steve’s face as you glanced at his lips. 

“I’m a big girl Steve,” you whispered. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

Steve’s eyes lit up and he opened his mouth, no doubt to make a cheeky remark, when you were suddenly pushed away.

“Steve!” you heard someone shriek. Stacy. 

Steve stumbled back as Stacy launched herself at him, embracing him tightly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

You regained your balance quickly and reached for the empty plastic cup next to you, dunking it in the bowl once more and downing the contents. 

Steve’s eyes widened at your actions, slightly (very) impressed with the way that you didn’t flinch at all as the alcohol burned down your throat. 

“You look so good. Just like Tom Cruise,” Stacy exclaimed, glancing at you as she took Steve’s hand.

Steve kept staring as you refilled your cup and downed it once more, before looking up and smiling. “Well, it was nice catching up with you Steve. I should really be looking for Billy.”

“No need,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, coming up behind you. 

Steve glared at Billy as his arm wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You couldn’t help but gasp at the action, nibbling your bottom lip slightly as you realized that his shirt had come off sometime during the brief time you had been there.

Steve’s eyes hardened at the sight of Billy, who, upon noticing, simply smirked and pulled you closer. You felt yourself flush at the close contact. Your hands pressed against Billy’s (admittedly) toned chest.

As you noticed Steve staring at you, you couldn’t help the small spark of satisfaction that flared up within you. 

Steve was jealous.

You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around Billy’s neck, bringing him down to your level.

“Wanna go dance?” you whispered. 

Billy’s eyes widened momentarily before he nodded, leading the way. 

Steve clenched his jaw before picking up a drink, downing it, and slamming the empty container back on the counter. 

“C’mon Stacy,” he muttered, grabbing her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Nancy nudged Jonathan as Steve walked by them, fuming. Together, the couple got some drinks and sat back, patiently waiting to see the night play out.


When Billy first started kissing you, you didn’t mind. Hell, you responded immediately, knowing Steve was watching.

But when Billy’s hands trailed below your waist, you knew what you were doing was wrong. You shoved Billy back, eyes widening in shock as you pulled your skirt down, anxious now that Billy had ruined the semi-peaceful atmosphere that had surrounded you two. 

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Billy hissed, placing his hands on your waist. You immediately slapped them away.

“Stop Billy,” you muttered, not looking at him.

“C’mon. We were having fun,” Billy taunted, leaning down once again.

You panicked slightly and rushed backwards, only stopping when you felt a hand gently grasp your arm.

“Is there a problem here?” you heard Steve ask calmly.

Billy scoffed and stepped closer to Steve. “How about you go back to your little slut and leave me alone with mine?”

You responded immediately, your hand coming up to slap Billy’s face, causing a loud smack that caught everybody’s attention. Billy glared at you, taking a threatening step forwards in your direction. 

Steve smoothly pulled you behind him, stepping forwards and meeting Billy’s gaze. Billy chuckled darkly before turning to the crowd. 

“Gather around everybody,” Billy spit out. “Come see King Steve try to protect his bitch.”

You flinched slightly at Billy’s words before quietly tugging at Steve’s hand. “Please. Let’s just go.”

Hearing your quiet whisper, Steve looked down and nodded, making his way towards the entrance. He was stopped however, when Billy made yet another comment.

“Take a grand look everybody,” he spoke loudly. “King Steve can’t even make his own decisions anymore.”

Steve’s jaw tensed, and you reached up, cupping his cheek as you stared at Billy. “Don’t listen to him Stevie. Please. He’s just trying to rile you up.”

Steve looked down at you, his eyes softening. He wordlessly wrapped his arm around you and kept walking, leaving the party with you in his arms.

And there goes King Steve. I’m in charge now.”


The ride to your house was silent, the soft sounds of The Cure floating through the stereo. As Steve pulled into your driveway, you glanced at him shyly, getting out and thanking him quickly before making your way up the walkway.

“Why’d you go with him?”

Steve’s voice stopped you immediately, and you couldn’t find it in you to turn and face him.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

“Why’d you go with him? With Billy? You know how much of an asshole he is and yet, you still went with him,” Steve’s voice grew closer as he approached you.

You gulped slightly as Steve came to stand in front of you. 

“You knew he was a bad person (Y/N),” he continued. “Out of everybody that you could’ve gone with, why’d you choose him?”

You swallowed harshly as you replied. “He was the only one who asked Steve.”

Steve’s gaze hardened as you looked up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I had already told Nancy and Jonathan I was going to that stupid party so as soon as Billy asked, I said yes.”

“Do you know how much I want to be with you?” Steve asked, leaning in slightly. “I wish it had been me dancing with you, not Billy. It should’ve been me.”

“But it wasn’t, was it?” you asked quietly. “I actually believed Nancy when she said you wanted to ask me out. It was the only reason I ever agreed to go to that dumb party. Are you kidding me? I could’ve stayed home all night eating candy, but no! Instead, there I was, being groped by Billy Hargrove like some kind of-”

Your words were cut off as Steve cupped your cheeks, leaning down and planting his lips on yours. You stood there, shocked as Steve Harrington kissed you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you.

You stared at Steve as he pulled back. “I was going to. Ask you, I mean. I was going to ask you to go with me to Tina’s dumb party but Stacy got to me first and assumed that I was asking her. When I saw Billy kissing you I got so angry. I regretted not asking you out earlier.”

You stared at Steve for a few moments. 

You are an idiot Steve Harrington.”

You pulled him down into another kiss, this one slow and soft and better than anything you had ever imagined.

“I really really like you,” Steve whispered as you pulled away slightly.

“I really really like you too,” you replied softly.


Nancy made her way into the girl’s bathroom, slightly worried after the events from Tina’s party. She hadn’t heard from you since and was growing more worried with every passing minute, not knowing what had happened after you left.

As she approached the stalls, Nancy averted her eyes. In one corner was a couple, the girl pressed up against the wall as she ran her hands through the boy’s hair, said boy who was currently trailing kisses down her exposed neck.

As Nancy entered a stall, she doubled back, noticing a very familiar pair of sneakers on the girl’s person.

“(Y/N)?” Nancy gasped, causing the couple to spring apart quickly.

In front of her was you and Steve, lips swollen and hair (and clothes) askew, panting slightly from the rush that came with being caught.

“Nance?” you exclaimed, fixing your shirt. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Your protest fell on deaf ears, seeing as how Nancy had already made her way out of the bathroom, a huge grin on her face.

“You think she’s gonna tell Jonathan?” Steve asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

You threw your head back and groaned lightly. “Jonathan? More like the entire school!”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “At least its not a secret anymore.”

As Steve pressed his lips against yours once more, you couldn’t help but agree completely. 


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Phone Call

content: Dean gets a phone call at work. And the person on the other end of the line is not the one he expected.

word count: 1,147

[AO3]


Dean almost ignores the ringing cell phone next to him on the table because he’s seriously not in the mood to talk to anyone with an empty stomach and only about fifteen minutes left of his lunch break to change that.

But as soon as he notices the name “CAS” flashing on his phone’s screen Dean finds himself smiling brightly, the sandwich in front of him forgotten.

“Hey, Cas,” he says cheerfully after picking up. The warmth in his chest spreads instantly just thinking about the man on the other end of line and he feels like a giddy teenager once again. It’s been about ten months since they made their relationship official and Dean can’t imagine this intense feeling of rightness to ever go away.

“Hey, Dean,” a voice greets him that is most definitely not Castiel, sounding way too young and way too female.

Dean, however, doesn’t feel put out by it. On the contrary, his grin only grows.

“Claire, honey,” he says gently. “Does your dad know you’re using his phone?”

“Yes,” Claire claims, though there is a waver in her tone Dean knows way too well.

He narrows his eyes. “Are you lying to me right now? Remember what we told you about that?”

Claire sighs as if it’s a heavy burden to put up with some grown-ups. “Daddy knows,” she insists. “He gave it to me, so I can play with it.”

Dean chuckles. “Playing Candy Crush is not the same as calling some people, sweetie. Can you imagine the phone bill if you’d accidentally dial someone in China?”

“I don’t wanna call China,” she counters, the frown on her face actually audible through the phone. “I just wanna call you.”

Dean feels his heart seize. “That’s very sweet, Claire –”

“I miss you,” she interjects, her voice lower all of a sudden. “When will you be back and make us some burgers?”

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Neighbors (Part II)

Part I: Neighbors

This has been requested, so here you go! Thank you again for all the sweet messages! Hope you enjoy the second part and send me cute little blurb ideas so I can continue this series ;)


It would have been a normal date. Casual and cute. Latte Macchiato and Cappuccino and comfy sweaters and coffee shop music and fall around the corner.

Would have been.

If her date wasn’t, well, famous.

He had chosen a coffee shop in downtown Toronto where all those busy business people and bankers would get their daily caffeine fix. It was a place where you wouldn’t find teenage girls and he actually had left out a little relieved sigh, seeing that no one seemed to recognize him.

But she had noticed that he had kept his head down a little and was wearing super casual dark clothes.

He still looked adorable. Sweater and dark jeans and all that.

And he was freshly shaved, smelling incredibly good, curls all tamed and coiffed into chocolate brown waves.

It also would have been a normal date if there wasn’t a bulky bodyguard lounging around the bar before sitting down at a table near the entrance.

Never in her life had she been on a date with a guy and his bodyguard. Well, the bodyguard wasn’t really a part of this but he was taking up a lot of space so she felt he was somewhat part of the date.

But somehow Shawn managed to make her forget her surroundings. The way he talked made him seem so much more mature than 19 years old and his eyes were sparkling when talking about his music and tour. He also seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. Tilted head and lip biting included.

And she had a hard time focusing telling him about her job when he would play with his silver ring or fidget with the coffee mug in his huge hands.

At one time they did this thing where they were comparing hand sizes and it was so overwhelming, feeling his skin up against hers, she felt like melting on the spot. His fingertips were calloused but his hands were warm and soft and she loved how gentle his touch was.

He had this natural charm and it made her a bit mad because everything was so effortless about him.
She had dated guys who would try hard being sexy and handsome while Shawn was just being himself.
Being effortlessly sexy and cute at the same time.

He had laughed, seeing her small hand in his.

“How were you able to bake cupcakes with those?”

She had to laugh at this as well. After rolling her eyes in a playful way.

“How are you able to play the guitar with those paws?”

“Touché,” he had chuckled and looked her straight in the eye with those dark eyes, making her heart flutter.


One week later she runs into the underground garage because she’s late. She overslept and had spilled coffee over herself and it’s one of those days where everything sucks.

And this is why the engine of her car won’t start. She tries it over and over again, groaning in frustration.

It’s a brand new Volvo with nice leather seats and it wouldn’t work.

She wants to slam her forehead against the steering wheel as she sees him walk to his car.
Tall and handsome as always, water bottle in hand, opening his Jeep that was parked across from her car.

Shawn is about to get into his Jeep as he sees her and he smiles. Exposing his pearly white teeth, all straight and perfect. And she wants to disappear.

He walks over to her, still smiling, playing around with his water bottle.

Shit.

She lets the window down.

“Good morning!” he says, sounding way too happy and cheerful.

“Morning,” she replies, pouting a little, a frown on her pretty face.

“What’s wrong? Seems like your morning isn’t that good, eh?” He’s giggling almost, an amused look on his face.

She sighs and shrugs. “The engine won’t start and I’m late for class. I’m so screwed.”

“Yeah, well… you left the headlights on. Your battery must be empty,” he states matter-of-factly and she sighs.

“Oh, shit! That’s why…”

He shrugs. “I could drive you. Where do you need to go?”

“What? Oh, no, that’s not necessary! I’ll just get a taxi, really! Don’t-“

He cuts her off with another million-dollar smile and a little shake of his head.
“No, really, I’ll give you a ride,” he says and opens the door of her car so that she can climb out.

“Just tell me the address,” he says while they walk over to his Jeep.

She tells him where she needs to go and he nods, smiling at her. “Yeah, that’s in downtown. Gotta go into the same direction!”

“Okay, cool – um – thanks,” she manages to say and gets into his huge black car.

He starts the engine and drives out of the underground garage, biting down on his bottom lip, leaning out of the window to open the gate with his key card.

There is something very attractive about men driving. And Shawn driving is making her mind go wild. The way his hands are holding the steering wheel, turning it around effortlessly, makes her feel some type of way and she’s not okay with it.

It’s not that he isn’t boyfriend material. He definitely is. Polite and charming and sweet and handsome as hell.

But he’s famous. And traveling all the time. And people watch his every move.

And she doesn’t want to get too involved.

But now as he looks at her when he thinks she isn’t looking, makes her realize that she might be having a crush.

A tiny little innocent crush. And she wants to slap herself for this.

He turns his head to look at the street again as the display in the car lights up with an incoming call.

“Oh, I have to take this,” he briefly looks at her. “Sorry, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no, all good, take the call.”

And he taps on the green button, making a voice echo in the car over the hands-free device.

“Hi Andrew!” Shawn says and the voice goes: “Hi Shawn, how’s it going?”

“All good. I’m on my way to this TV studio. I’ll meet you there, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Listen, I told them to only ask questions about the album and tour so you’ll be good,” Andrew says in a calm voice.

Shawn raises his eyebrows a little. “Okay, yeah, that’s good. It should be about the music.”

“Yeah, just because you’ve been getting the girlfriend question lately…”

Shawn huffs an annoyed laugh. “Oh, I see.”

She shifts in her seat a bit and it makes a muffled noise and she regrets it the second Shawn tenses up next to her.

She almost stops breathing.

“Is there someone in the car with you?”

Her heart starts to race in her chest, cheeks getting red and she looks out of the window, sinking further down the car seat as if she wanted to make herself invisible.

Shawn’s jaw clenches but then he looks at her - briefly up and down - and licks his lip. “No? Why?”

“Thought I heard something… but whatever… I gotta go. See you!” Andrew says and Shawn turns his head to switch lanes.

“Okay, see you!” Shawn says and ends the call.

The Kings Of Leon song starts playing again and she looks at him.

“Oops. Sorry.”

He laughs. “Nothing to be sorry for. I just-“ he sighs, turning the volume of the stereo down. “I have to be careful… with the whole dating thing, you know.”

She nods slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I get that. Are you, like, allowed to… date?”

He laughs again. “Yeah, of course. There’s nothing in my contract saying I have to stay single. It’s just… people jump to conclusions whenever I just talk to a girl. So, I have to be careful, that’s all.”

She gulps. She knew it would be difficult like this. He didn’t lead a normal life after all.

“Doesn’t this stress you out?” she asks tentatively, brows furrowed.

He squints his eyes at the road and they stop at a red light. “Yeah, sometimes. But I can handle it…” he looks at her. Making intense eye contact. “The pressure.”

Okay. Damn.

She breathes out, looking at the road again.

They drive in comfortable silence for a while and she wants to make small talk, turning the conversation into something casual.

“So, got an interview, huh? That’s why you’re all dressed up in a nice shirt and everything!” she says with a little smile.

He grins, briefly looking at her.

“Yeah… got this TV interview in about an hour and thought I should look decent.”

She admires his side profile, the way the sleeves of his navy-blue shirt are rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms.

“This was actually in the parcel you stored for me,” he chuckles and she has to laugh.

“Ah, told you it was something nice!”

He chuckles and stops in front of her university building. “I just feel like it’s a little bit too… tight. But whatever, I’ll get used to it.”

She reaches down to grab her bag and turns around to look at him. He looks even hotter with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. “Okay, gotta run! Thank you so much for driving me,” she quickly blurts out, blushing a bit.

“You’re welcome.”

She almost falls out of his car, and she is about to close the door as he calls her name.

Oh, God.

He is holding her water bottle up. “Don’t forget your water. Gotta stay hydrated!” he says and gives her his crooked smile and she takes the bottle, breathing out a strained “thank you

She hates herself for acting like a dumb teenager around him. Clumsy and nervous when she should be cool and collected.

And she races into the building, not risking a look back.


She usually has the gym all for herself. Located in the basement of the apartment building, it is almost always empty and she loves that. Being able to work out in private without men staring at her when she squats or does sit ups was a real luxury.

The only neighbor she would occasionally meet was Mr. Chow from 211 b, a business man who would make crazy calls in the middle of the night, talking to someone as busy as him in Shanghai or wherever, running on the treadmill next to her.

But now she is all alone, doing some lunges, blasting Drake and breaking a sweat.

She doesn’t hear him come in.

It’s when she looks into the mirror that she sees him. He’s wearing black gym shorts and a black Nike t-shirt, curls messy, water bottle in hand, eyes dark.

She freezes in place and takes a deep breath, quickly turning the music off.

“Hi!” he says in his usual cheerful tone. But he looks tired. And stressed out. Dark circles underneath his eyes giving him away. He’s been working hard, staying up until the morning hours to finish a song he’s been working on. He just has been feeling so inspired and Geoff had started to notice something, asking if he “was in love or something”

He doesn’t know if it’s love. Doesn’t know what to call it. This feeling he gets when she’s around. The flutter of his heart and his stomach clenching. The way his voice breaks and his mind goes blank when she talks to him.

“Hey,” she replies and goes on with doing her planks. They are just neighbors, right? Neighbors share a gym. Neighbors greet each other.

All good.

Who was she kidding?

He tries to stay calm and collected.

But he can’t look away.

She looks way too hot in her yoga pants and sports bra. Breasts pushed together in the nicest way and he hates himself for wanting her body so much.

He sits down on the stationary bicycle, starting to warm up.

He tries to focus on the music he is listening to but now she’s doing squats, weights in her hands and he gulps.

He shouldn’t be staring but she seems to know what she’s doing to him, sticking her ass out like that and she lets out a little groan, going on with lifting the bar.

Shawn is starting to get antsy and way too excited and he tries to go faster on the bicycle, almost kicking the pedals.

But he can’t help himself. His boxers are getting tighter and tighter and there’s a visible tent in his gym shorts.

Oh, no, no, no.

Trying to hide his erection he shifts around on the saddle, looking away. But the friction the saddle gives him is making it even worse. He could swear he is about to leak.

Great.

Pre-cum over his boxers like some horny teenager.

He tries to think about something that’s not sexy at all. Like his schedule or something.

Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session. Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session. Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session.

He repeats his schedule in his head. Over and over again until he feels his cock starting to soften against his thigh and he sighs in relief.

She’s still working out in front of the floor length mirror, driving him crazy but he’s got himself under control now. He swears he won’t lose his composure like that. Got to take things slow.

She takes a sip from her water bottle, stepping closer to his bicycle. “Thanks again for giving me a ride, won’t let my headlights on again,” she says with a coy smile. There’s something incredibly sexy about her shyness. Makes him want to fuck her even harder.

He wipes the sweat on his forehead away.

“Yeah, sure, you’re welcome.”

She steps on the treadmill next to him and he slows down.

“This gym is so clean and well equipped,” he says, a pleased expression on his handsome face and she nods. “Yeah, I love it. And it’s always empty. Well, most of the time.”

She winks at him and he laughs and gets off the bicycle to lift some weights, towel thrown over his shoulder. “Hope you don’t mind sharing with me.”

She grins. “I don’t. But get used to listening to Drake!”

“Oh, I don’t mind! Blast it.”

She quickly turns on the music and starts running again, looking at the mirror. Shawn looks focused, lying down on the bench, pushing up those weights and she is about to drool.

She can’t help herself. His muscular thighs, the little hairs on them, the way his abs flex underneath his shirt, his biceps moving and she starts to feel herself getting wet. She’s aching, needing friction between her thighs. She adjusts her tight yoga pants to make her feel something. Anything. Just to feel the slightest friction and she has to slow down on the treadmill.

She bites her lip, watching him, lifting the bar with the huge weights on them.

Can lift the weight after all, huh?

She had been listening to his music, falling in love with nearly all of his songs. She loved his new album but “The Weight” might be her favorite from his first album and she couldn’t get the melody out of her mind. As well as him.

The guy with the soft eyes and the body of an Adonis, living right next to her.

He’s panting now. Moaning. Fucking moaning, lifting the weights and she wants to straddle him, ride him, make her hips roll against him. Feel him inside of her. Deep inside of her. Wants him to desperately moan her name while she fucks herself on his hard cock. She can’t stop thinking about how perfect his dick must be. Long and hard, probably thick and rosy, leaking a bit maybe. She never wanted to suck a cock so bad.

And the girl imagines what else his muscles could do. Working for one purpose only. Pleasuring her.

She’s so weak.

He makes her weak.

He stops lifting his weights and stretches a bit, going on with doing push-ups and she wants to groan, seeing him like that, muscles flexing, sweat running down his temples, cheeks.

She keeps on running, trying to ignore him. She runs faster and faster and then it happens. She loses her balance, trips over a lose shoe lace and the pain shoots through her leg.

“Ouch!” she gasps, hitting the red pause button on the treadmill with the palm of her hand.

She stumbles, practically crashing onto the hard floor, letting out a loud whimper because the pain in her ankle is unbearable right now and it makes her dizzy.

His eyes widen and he runs to her, crouching down, getting on his knees.

“Oh God,” he pants. “What happened? Oh God, are you- are you okay?”

Shawn grabs her shoulders, trying to lift her up a bit. He calls her name, looking worried and shocked, lips parting.

“What happened?” he repeats, holding her and she whimpers, holding her ankle.

“Tripped,” she presses out through her teeth. “Sprained… ankle… it hurts.”

He presses his lips together, gently touching her right ankle, examining it. Long fingers wrapping around it.

“You should put ice on that. And put your foot up to rest.” He is frowning, holding her ankle. And she feels so embarrassed, lying there, underneath him almost, gasping in pain, all sweaty and hurt while he looks so concerned it makes her heart swell despite the pain in her right ankle.

“Do you want to try and get up?” he asks, looking at her and she nods slowly. He wraps an arm around her, pressing every inch of her body against his and she grabs his shirt, holding onto him. He makes her arm wrap over his shoulder as he supports her. She jumps a bit on her left leg and he guides her to the elevator.

“I have ice cubes I could give you. Only thing in my fridge anyway,” he laughs, trying to cheer her up and she grimaces, laughing, even though her ankle is swollen and he is practically carrying her now.


He fiddles with his keys and opens the door to his condo for her. She hops into his apartment and he makes her sit on his comfy white L shaped couch.

“You should put your foot up,” he suggests, carefully resting her right foot on a cushion. “I’ll be right back!”

He hurries into the kitchen, looking for some ice and she rests her head against a pillow.

Shawn is about to combust seeing her there. On his couch.

He feels bad for her because she’s in pain but he can’t help to feel all giddy. She looks so good on his couch, tilting her head back like that.

He quickly puts the ice cubes into a towel and wraps them up into a little package.

“There you go!” he pants, holding up the ice cubes.

“Thanks,” she presses out and he holds the ice against her swollen ankle.

Fuck! That’s cold!”

He nods. “I know but it’ll help.”

“Shit. I’ve never stumbled on the treadmill before. I’m not that clumsy usually,” she is quick to make that clear.

He smiles a little. “Don’t worry. I’m the clumsiest person on earth. People actually make compilations of me tripping on stage.”

She laughs. Despite the pain.

And he feels proud because of that.

He scoots closer to her on the couch and she looks around his neat bachelor pad.

“Seems like you got the bigger condo, eh?” she says, raising her eyebrows at him and he grins, an arm resting on the backrest of the couch behind her head.

“It’s the celebrity bonus… I’m kidding! I don’t-“

She giggles. “It’s okay. I get it. You’re famous and rich. No need to rub it into my face.”

He rolls his eyes. “Didn’t mean to do that. Was a lame joke… sorry… how’s the ankle?”

“Better, actually. But it’s still swollen,” she sighs and bites her lip and it makes his mind go wild.

He doesn’t know if he should do it. Make a move. Lean in.

She sprained her ankle for fuck’s sake. Last thing she probably wants to do is making out with you.

But he feels confident. Bold almost and he leans in a bit.

They’re both sweaty, smelling like longing and lust. There is tension in the air. Palpable almost. And he tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear that has fallen off her ponytail.

“I know something that could make you forget about your ankle… make you forget the pain…” he says under his breath, looking at her and she turns towards him, one hand resting on his thigh, making his breathing hitch.

“Oh, really? And what is that?” she breathes against his lips and he swallows thickly, getting lost in her pretty eyes.

He tilts his head to the side and leans in, heart racing, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

Softly, cautiously he presses his plump lips on hers, just to pull back shortly after.

“This,” he breathes against her reddish lips and she smiles.

“Mhm… I see,” she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he feels like he won the jackpot or something.

“I like this idea of yours,” she whispers into his ear and her lips ghost over his, nearly touching but not really. She’s a tease, making sure he’s desperate and in dire need for her.

“You do?” he asks, sounding so surprised she has to giggle.

“Yeah, I do… I like that very much.”

He grins. “Well… and I like you.”

He pulls her real close and kisses her again, lips on hers, putting more force into the kiss until she gives in and opens her mouth a bit, granting him access. He slides his tongue into her mouth and moans softly.

How is she so good at this?

He needs to catch his breath and goes on with kissing her jawline, neck, lips ghosting over her soft skin.

“Shawn,” she murmurs and breathes heavily against his jawline. She shifts her weight on the couch, leaning into his warm body and he gently grabs her waist. “Come here,” he says, rasp in his voice, making her straddle him.

“Gotta be careful with the ankle,” he mumbles and adjusts the ice cubes on it, before continuing kissing her neck, hands on her hips.

She moans, hands in his sweaty curls and he grins, rubbing her sides a little.

“Is this okay?” he asks tentatively, insecure almost.

“Yes… more than okay,” she replies, voice sounding strained and now she’s the one kissing him and he feels like fucking dying underneath her on his couch, his gym shorts getting tight again.

“Fuck, I- um –“ he shifts around. “You are… wow… you’re too much,” he breathes out, cheeks flushed, lifting his hips a bit to get that friction he needs so bad.

“Oh, Shawn,” she smiles at him, all shy and sweet. Innocent almost.

“Is this turning you on, baby? Huh?” she coos, whispering into his ear and he feels like he is about to come.

He tilts his head back in desperation.

“Y-yes. You… turn me on… so fucking much.”

She smiles, kissing his neck, nibbling on the skin underneath his ear and he lets out a soft growl.

“Good. Because you… make me all… wet,” she murmurs, hand on his abs and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers.

“Oh my God,” he presses out, voice strained with lust. “Are you wet… because of me?”

“Because of you,” she whispers and he blinks, trying to fucking realize that this is reality and not some crazy wet dream he has while having a boner.

His insanely hot neighbor is actually straddling him, grinding on him, wearing a sports bra, telling him she’s fucking wet and ready for him.

“Are you… as fucked for me as I am for you?” he breathes out against her cheek, gently kneading her thighs and she sucks her breath in.

“Fuck, Shawn. Yes, so fucked for you, since the day I first saw you, giving you that stupid parcel.”

“Okay, wow, I-“ he groans. “Same,” is all he manages to say and he pulls her closer, making their lips touch again in a longing kiss.

But she places her hands on his hard chest and pulls away, eyes darting between his. He lets out a strangled moan, wants to keep going, murmurs don’t stop, don’t stop but she shakes her head a little, bringing him back to reality.

“Shawn – I – I don’t know if I can do this.”

He gulps. “We don’t – don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to – um – we can stop anytime – didn’t want to pressure you into – didn’t mean to-“

He’s rambling, cheeks flushed and she makes him shut up with a soft “shhh

“That was not what I meant,” she smiles, fingertips on his jawline. “it’s just- I don’t know if I can do this – like being with you. I know this isn’t super serious right now but I think I need time… to figure this out? Whatever this is?”

He nods. “Yeah, I get that. I understand.”

She lets her forehead drop against his shoulder and he holds her close, stroking her hair, playing with it a little.

“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “Let’s take things slow, figure this out.”

She looks at him again. “Thank you for understanding.”

He gently caresses her cheek, his eyes still dark but soft. “Of course… Um, I’ll be leaving for Brazil next week so we’ll have some days apart. Think that’s good to – uh - figure things out?”

She nods. “Yeah, okay, yes…”

He sighs, biting his lip. “I know this can be overwhelming… the life I live but I’m just a regular person, really.”

She nods, hugging him tightly and he strokes her back.

“Hey, how’s the ankle doing?”

“Better, actually,” she replies and wiggles on his lap a little, trying to free herself from his embrace. “I should go back to my place, take a hot bath, and, like, not bother you any longer.”

“You aren’t bothering me at all…Wanna try and get up? I’ll help you.” 

She nods and he helps her get up so that she could hop over to the door. He leads her to her condo, a gentle grip around her middle and she leans against her door.

“So - um - have fun in Brazil,” she says and he leans in again, stealing another kiss.

“Thanks,” he murmurs. “See you.”

“See you,” she breathes and smiles up at him. “Should I um - water your plants or something while you’re away?”

He laughs, exposing his pearly whites. “I don’t have any plants. But you are like the best neighbor ever.”

“You, too.”

He smiles, biting his bottom lip and she opens her door, stepping inside.

“Okay then - bye, Shawn. Have a good trip.”

“Thanks. Bye, neighbor!”

She laughs at him again. The most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

“Bye, Shawn.”

Aliens and glitter

Aliens baffled by glitter.

Torg noticed it as he was walking down the hall of the crew quarters a few small spects of dust reflecing light but thought nothing of it. Then a trail of it leading farther down the hall. Perhaps metal dust from someone in engineering? Torg followed it as it made him very concerned. Thinking it would lead him to an engineers rooms he was shocked to see that it lead to human Ali’s room from medical. Torg knocked on her door panicked as to what could have happened to one of their human medical staff. “Human Ali are you in there? Is everthing ok?” Torg’s tranlator let out just as the door opened to reveal the tiny redheaded human covered in the tiny bits of varying colored sparkly bits brandishing a small vacuum equally covered in sparkly things. Her eyes were slighty puffy. Torg shocked he looked her up and down instant worry crossed his face he thought maybe this was Human Condition where they would shed sparkly bits and was instantly concerned that it was contagious! “Hu-human A-a-ali are you okay?!” he stuttered as he took more than a few steps back. Ali looked down at herself then started laughing. Torg became even more concerned “Shall I call medical for you? You are crying doees it hurt? Should I not touch it? Is it contagious?” This only seemed to have caused human Ali to laugh harder resulting in the sparkly bits flying off of her. Human Ali managed to calm herself down enough to talk, “I’m sorry Torg. This is only glitter. My kids mailed home made cards saying they missed me and how proud they are of me. It made me miss them so it made me cry. Though I thought I told my wife not to let them use glitter when they make me cards as it can get in the ventaltion and cause problem. I was just on my way out to cleaup the mess i made in the hallway. Oh you didn’t touch it did you? This stuff is a pain in the ass to get off. So I guess in a way it is contagious. Freakin craft herpes…” Human Ali rattled off as she swooped down to suck up the ‘glitter’ that had gathered around her feet and inspeacking Torg’s for some too. She stopped and looked up to him with a very serious look in her eyes “Don’t tell the captain.” Then went back to cleaning.

WHAT AN ENTP WANTS TO SAY TO ALL OF THE TYPES.

RATIONALS (NT)

ENTJ-  You scare me. You are such and incredible leader, how do you do that?? But also I hate authority and feel a need to disagree with you at every turn because you’re so bossy. You’re not as cool as you think you are, but you’re almost as cool as you think you are and that’s pretty damn cool. Be my friend.

ENTP- Fuckin’ chill out you memelord. You’re either coasting through life or putting WAY to much effort into shit. You’re a bit of a narcissistic fuck but you’re still my favourite type (*coughs*). You’re too excitable and too much of a dick and you’re personality doesn’t make sense. Stop being mean to you’re friends. Learn to be more comfortable with emotions, it’ll be important later on in life. Be the friend that can cheer others up with jokes when they don’t really wanna talk about what’s wrong.

INTJ- You’re cool, you get shit done and you’re a bit of a supervillian. What’s not to love? You’re a rare bird. There aren’t many of you out there, but you are important. If you weren’t here, who else would the ENFP’s annoy? You’re a behind the scenes leader most of the time, pulling the strings from a safe (and smart distance) but you aren’t afraid to get you’re hands dirty. You’re good at shit.But don’t forget, you’re not superhuman. Remember other people have these pesky things called emotions, be wary of them STILL i want you to be proud of you’re inherent assholeness.

INTP-  Mad scientist. I’m constantly searching for your approval because of my unresolved daddy issues and it freaks me out. Yes, you are a daddy. Some of you have your heads shoved up a little too far in you’re own arse. Just because you’re introverted and intuitive and darn cold, does not make you better than others honey. Basically, you’re a condescending shit. But hey I still put you on this weird pedestal, so we’re both guilty. You’re the genius on tv shows that isn’t diagnosed but falls on the aspergers spectrum somewhere.

IDEALISTS (NF)

ENFJ-  Baby, I worship the ground you walk on. You are so cool, calm and controlled while still being awesome, enthusiastic and excitable. Don’t be my friend, date me. But stop trying to fix everything. Think about yourself a lil okay buddy, and use logic sometimes too. Actually scratch all that, you’re perfect, I love you.

ENFP-  You are a beautiful, annoying bastard. You’re too nice and I don’t feel comfortable making mean jokes at your expense (because you’d probably take it seriously and cry yourself to sleep), but you have effortless charm. Stop thinking about the individual and start thinking about the bigger picture, you’re not realistic. Be my friend, but not like close friend, y'know.

INFP-  Hello, the human equivalent of tumblr. Fuck. People either love you or hate you. I don’t know where I fall on that scale tbh. Sometimes you’re just a little too much honey, I’m not sensitive enough for you. Other times you are too precious for this world and I just wanna wrap you up in a blanket and protect you. I am strangely attracted to you despite how awkward you probably think you are. You have a lot of knowledge in that head of yours. Be that person I have a weird co-dependant relationship with, that really isn’t healthy but I can’t exactly live without you and I’m not sure why.

INFJ- Ah INFJ, I haven’t met many of you but BOY, are the ones I know pretentious. You’re one of the least common MBTI type, and you probably know and take pride in this. You’re good at reading people, I know, but you can just talk to me instead of analyse from a distance bud. You’re ultimately very cool and creative, a little bit of a know it all but it’s justified. You’re a sweet bundle of joy and I love you. Be my best friend. You’re good at being a friend. Really good.

GAURDIANS (SP)

ESFP-  I like you a lot kid, you remind me of a younger me. We shouldn’t get along but I love/envy you. You’re caring and you have a great childlike spirit. Make some art and ramble to me some more. I seriously appreciate you so much. You bring me back down to  the ‘now’ with you’re crazy impulsive attitude and caring demeanour. Just learn to listen to me a lil more when I tell you you’re thinking with you’re heart instead of you’re brain again. You do it a lot, buddy. Be my lover.

ESTP-  You’re cool man. You’re Ferris Bueler. You’re a salesman that’s constantly selling me on your personality. Look we get it, you’re good with one liners and you’re athletic and everyone loves you, but also hey, think about others you little sociopathic flirt. Also, sometimes people really DO know more than you, I know! Crazy. Be my Idol.

ISFP-  You probably reaallly like music. Chill out buddy, I don’t know much about you but you seem stressed and too fierce for ur adorable demeanour. I know you are your own individual beautiful creative person, you don’t need to tell me. People DO care about you, i know sometimes you doubt that, but you got this life in the bad. You’ll probably never grow out of your angsty teen years tbh but it’s okay, find yourself an ISFJ and you’ll be okay.

ISTP-  So you’re just as cool but less attainable, loner ESTP. You’re in control of your own everything but also out of control and mildly self destructive? Be the mysterious kid I rarely talk to, but everytime I do I fall in love with you a little bit.

ARTISANS (SJ)

ESFJ-  Hey there soldier. In the best case scenario, you’re cutie Monica Geller, that’s a lil anal and mildly manipulative but really! very! sweet!. In the worst case scenario you are literally my worst nightmare. Your the squad’s glue tho. Sometimes you offer a cool third perspective, but you over simplify things and don’t try to understand my crazy theories and that’s annoying. Learn to get over yourself a lil, stop playing the victim buddy and compromise. Be my friend in a few years when you learn to self reflect better.

ESTJ-  You’re a manipulative bitch. You’re so judgemental, you’re Rachel McAdams in Mean Girls. You’re pretty cool. Even more of a rampant psycho than ENTJ. I don’t like you all that much (and something tells me you don’t really care) but I respect you a LOT. Stay a safe distance away from me and please don’t judge me. You’re too savage.

ISFJ-  Hey my emo saviour. You understand everybody and nobody truly understands you. You’re the reliable Colin Firth that the world of Bridget Jones’s run to after their crazy escapades with Hugh Grant. Just remember to have standards baby, and don’t accept everyone that runs into you’re arms. You’re worth more than what most people are willing to give. Be my favourite sweet emotional little kid brother (even if you are female.)

ISTJ-  You say 'interesting’ a lot. If life were a tv show, you’d be a sassy little hate muffin that tumblr idolised that everyone would remark didnt get enough screen time. You’re all business and sometimes you should let down that gaurd fam :) Think about people a little bit more bud. I respect you. I’ll be your friend! But it will probably take three years to build up our relationship and it will probably be accidental, but im here for u anyway.

Back to the Future: Part 1

Summary: Imagine getting sent to the future and making love with future Cas. Imagine coming back home and finding out you’re pregnant.

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 3.5k (YAY ME)

Warnings: brief descriptions of smut, language, angst, pregnancy, a cliffhanger ending bc im an asshole

A/N: so regular Dean is just called Dean and future Dean is called future Dean BC LOGIC IS AWESOME hahaha.

also, welcome to a new series, my friends! should be a wild n fun time :-) feedback is so greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

You blinked slowly, your eyes squinting open as you took in your new surroundings. It looked like you were in some kind of…shack?

With a groan, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realized that your hands were cuffed to a chair. You turned to your left and saw Dean in the same exact situation as you, and you knew this wasn’t looking too good.

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Wow edgy.  So…. Someone(me) didn’t expect over 300 notes on those bodyguard au doodles  that I did quite awhile ago. They also did well on my Instagram? O0O

Bonus, cause all my art can’t fit into the post. 

But since people were asking, I made a little bit more art for it, cause I kinda thought about the “story” a little more and I ended up liking this au more than I should have, because it really was a random and spontaneous idea. But the biggest thing I thought of is… why would Mahiru even need to be protected? I already stated in my previous post that he didn’t originally ask them for help.

But I thought rather Toru(his uncle) hired them to protect Mahiru, but it was more of a precautionary measure.  It started as a simple escort thing(??), where they bring Mahiru safely from point A to point B and be done with it. But then Tsubaki comes into the picture with a grudge towards his brother of course. So I bet you guys can assume how things go wrong and get complicated from there.

Sakuya is helpful on their side because he is an ex-assassin(who used to work with Tsubaki.) He knows ways to get past him. But Tsubaki also might have a bit of issue with hurting Sakuya….. *Coughs*  No matter who betrays me, I won’t betray anyone.” *COuGhs*

I haven’t decided if Sakuya turns on Tsubaki to help protect Mahiru instead or if he had already given up on being an assassin??? I made myself a little sad tbh. 

Eh whatever. I am still unsure about many details. AS USUAL. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

This was honestly just fun to draw. I don’t normally draw… uh, darker stuff?? I guess. lol Half of this is silly too… so??? 

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BIGBANG Shares Their Thoughts After Emotional Final “Last Dance” Concert

On December 30-31, BIGBANG closed out their year with “BIGBANG 2017 Concert Last Dance in Seoul” at the Gocheok Sky Dome.

This was BIGBANG’s last concert as a group before their hiatus (though member TOP was absent due to enlisting earlier this year) as G-Dragon and Taeyang are expected to enlist in the military in 2018.

At the end, when the members shared their thoughts with the live audience, many of them got emotional saying goodbye.

Daesung said, “It’s been fun. I’ve been to a lot of places, hoping to see lots of new things. Thank you. For a long time, there’s been rumors that ‘this is BIGBANG’s last concert,’ but finally the last concert before enlistment has arrived. Because of the memories and gifts you’ve given me, I’m not sad but grateful that we were able to arrive at this point.”

He added, “I think of this as the end of the first part. We will return in health after doing our duty as men so we hope that everyone will take care of their health too. The most important thing is being together. This is not the end, so let’s continue to make memories together and make our relationship even stronger. I think that meeting you was the meeting of my lifetime.”

Taeyang said, “The time has gone by so fast that I don’t know where it’s gone. Not too long ago, I watched a video of our showcase 10 years ago and I felt grateful for the cherished memories we made with everyone. Meeting all of you from the stage is my greatest happiness. After this concert, it is a bit sad that we will not be able to meet for a time, no matter how long or short it is, but I am also excited to greet you with a new and mature image when I return.”

He added, “Please wait for us until we can return with five members once again. People ask if I’m worried that this will be the last of BIGBANG, but it doesn’t feel like that to me. Even today, I thought that I should do this concert like I always do. I always try to come up here with the mindset that this could be my last performance. You don’t have to worry. Even after I enlist, I think that your support will be my strength. I want to say thank you.”

G-Dragon said, “I don’t know how people thought of the tour name ‘Last Dance,’ but we don’t attach a lot of meaning to the word ‘last.’ We’re sure that this won’t be our last so we hope that all of you will think so as well. We’ve been through a lot and have faith and understanding in each other, so I think that if everyone lives without fear, has fun and thinks only good things, then you will experience only good things.”

He continued, “There have been lots of good things and lots of other things, but we were able to endure it all thanks to you. I think it was possible because we were together. I don’t know what to say at this moment. I’ve never thought about it and now it doesn’t feel real. I want to give you all a bigger gift with every year, but I think that I am lacking. I will return with a more mature image so if you can wait with excitement in your heart, the time spent waiting will be a good one. Thank you for giving us your precious time at the end of 2017.”

Seungri said, “I’m not a person who scares easily, but now for some reason I am afraid. I was the last member of BIGBANG to join and at the time I had nothing but my confidence, so now I think about whether I have the right to stand on this stage. I feel like I have only caused trouble for my members, my fans, and my agency, and been a person that always required help. Now I hope that I can become a person that helps my members and the staff at my agency instead of the youngest member that always causes trouble. As time passes, you start to think differently. This is the time when we need your support the most. I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Adding together our group and solo work, BIGBANG has made 280 songs. All of them contain the precious time and memories we spent together.”

Tearing up, he concluded, “Thank you to everyone who took the time to be here today and the parents who gave birth to us. We are not robots and people with feelings, so there are times when we make mistakes or errors in judgment. At those times, we become stronger because we have our fans, and we think that we need to repay such support and love. We’ve been through a lot, but I hope that BIGBANG can reunite as five members and laugh and sing and run and sweat together. Thank you and happy new year.”

Credit: Soompi

I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 2 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 1,386

Warning: angst (yay), dating Flash (is that a warning?)

A/N: IT’S HERE!!! the much anticipated, highly demanded PART 2!! omygod i cannot express how EXCITED AND THRILLED i was to see how much you guys loved the first part. i was honestly so surprised and holy crap i didn’t expect it to blow up that much and that quickly! you guys have no idea how much that meant to me and just thank you for loving it ❤️❤️❤️

anyway this is much shorter than the first part, because i actually got an idea so this can be a sort of set up to a possible 3rd part???? also there’s this one part/line in here that i’m especially proud of cuz it’s especially sad/angsty and i decided to be evil like that haha sorry (not rly) but i’m curious to see if you guys can pick out which line it is.

thanks again SO MUCH to the anon who requested this, this was such a good request ❤️❤️❤️ (pls reveal yourself to me if you can so i can spam you with much love and thanks)

Part 1   Part 3




You tucked your hands under your arms as you anxiously waited by the curb. The crisp night air was brushing against your face. You checked your watch for probably the thousandth time. Even though there were still a good five minutes until seven, a different kind of cold began to grow in your stomach. The confidence you had when you started this mess was nowhere to be found.

What if he didn’t show up? You must look like such a hopeful idiot, waiting here on the curb in the nicest shit you could dig up from your mediocre closet. Maybe you overstepped yourself. What if you were seen as desperate? So desperate that you asked out the biggest ass in school?

This was a mistake you thought. I should just go back upstairs. He’s probably not even gonna show up anyway. But what if he does? Better I reject him rather than the other way around I guess? He does need a bit of rejection in his life.

You glanced down at your watch again. Two minutes. You’d wait here two minutes more. Give Flash at least one minute past seven, then that’s it. If he wasn’t here, you were going back up. You’d have to find some other way to distract yourself.

Just as you thought this, a flash of silver zoomed into your vision, screeching to a halt right in front of you. Flash leaned his arm over to the passengers seat, nonchalantly tilting his head toward you.

“Someone ask for a hot date?” he smirked, one eyebrow raised.

“I asked to be wowed,” you scoffed, reaching for the car door. Still unsure if you were going to regret this or not, you fastened your seatbelt. You didn’t hear Flash’s reply as an odd feeling washed over you, like you were being watched. You glanced around uneasily, but passed it off as maybe you were just really really nervous. “Let’s just get this show on the road, shall we?”

Unbeknownst to you, as the convertible peeled away, a figure leapt from a roof, swinging a safe distance behind it.




Peter watched grimly from the rooftop across the street as you turned back to smile and wave. He was relieved that there no sincerity in it at all. However, even with that comfort, he still couldn’t believe you had actually gone through with it. You had actually gone on a date with Flash. Goddamn fucking Flash.

He waited a little while after he saw the light turn on in your bedroom window. He did feel a little guilty for ‘tagging along’ the whole night. But it was for your safety, because he still cared, that’s all. Well maybe it was a little more than ‘just caring’, but he refused to acknowledge any more than that as he fired a web, headed home.




Those good ol’ crappy Monday blues washed over you as you yawned, lazily shutting your locker. Trudging to the cafeteria, you met Ned along the way.

“So,” he prodded, “how was it?”

You shrugged, “It was distracting.”

“Like actually? Like you didn’t think about you-know-who at all?”

“No, keep your voice down!” you hissed. “But yeah it surprisingly was really distracting, acting interested in his lavish, spoiled-brat life. The food helped too; it was all soooooo good.”

“Damn. Expensive though?”

“Hoooo yeah.”

“So, what? Are you gonna do it again since it worked? Is it even worth it?”

“Probably,” you replied. You felt a little guilty, using someone like this (even if it was Flash). As soon as you both had sat down at your usual spot, that raspy voice plopped down next you.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Flash leaned his elbow on the table, trying to appear cool.

You had to keep from laughing. “Hey, Flash,” you dragged out each vowel, hoping you didn’t sound too annoyed.

“So… Friday… I’d say you were pretty wowed, weren’t you?” Pausing from pulling out your lunch, you dramatically cocked your head, thinking. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you from two tables away.

“A little,” you sighed, turning to face Flash. “Your choice in venue was the only thing that really wowed me. That and the food.” He raised an eyebrow. “I dunno, I guess I just expected a little more, considering how much you boast about you being such a ‘great date’—”

“Hm, not easily impressed I see,” he squinted at you. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for the picky type, (Y/N).”

You chuckled, smirking, “You’d be surprised, Flash.” You met his eyes, silently challenging him. Knowing there was no way your confession of ‘not being wowed’ didn’t offend him, you waited for his offer.

“Well, I got a sort of reputation to uphold, and I can’t have anyone less than impressed at my… wooing skills,” he began. Ned had to stifle a snort, averting his eyes from Flash’s glare. It was painfully obvious how suave he trying to appear. “How’s about same time this Friday?”

You raised your eyebrows, borderline flirtatiously (gasp! something you never did unless it was unconsciously to Peter), “I expect to be wowed.”

Flash swung his legs from under the table, spinning up, “Oh, and uh, don’t worry about what to wear; I’ll send you something nice,” he called back as he strolled away.

Eyebrows raised, impressed and somewhat uneasy, you turned back to Ned. He had the same expression on his face. You both exhaled, laughing in shock.

“Damn, (Y/N), I didn’t know you had game!” Ned snickered. “Got Flash frickin Thompson wrapped around your finger!”

A heat crept to your cheeks as you slapped his arm, hissing, “Dude!”

As you giggled, you caught a quick sight of those warm doe eyes out of the corner of your own. Instantly your cheeks fell and your lips pursed into a grimace. That blunt stabbing gnawed your gut. In that one short millisecond, you both connected for the first time in months through the same unacknowledged agony and heartache. Peter had quickly averted his gaze but you had already seen it. That sadness, that anger, and was that… regret? Everything you saw in him, you were all too familiar with.

Peter turned to Liz with a small grin that didn’t reach his eyes. He wasn’t just jealous; he was hurting. Just like you were. But you realized you didn’t feel the satisfaction you were craving. Peter was wearing that face that so often would cause you to immediately be ready to fight whoever/whatever made him like that. And now it was because of you. Hanging your head down, you felt the guilt settle in your stomach, wishing you hadn’t brought that upon him.




If Peter had laser vision, Flash head would have two eye-sized holes in them.  “I’ll send you something nice.” That phrase echoed in Peter’s mind. Flash couldn’t do that. He couldn’t expect to just win you over by ‘sending something nice’. He looked back at you expecting to see that classic eye roll you reserved just for that asshat. Instead you laughed. You blushed. He could only register his clenched fists; the rest of his body had gone numb. His face dropped, weighed down by what felt like betrayal and sadness.

“So I guess they’re dating now?” Liz murmured, confused. “Huh. I would’ve never seen that coming.”

Peter turned to face her, trying to focus on the amazing human sat next to him. His girlfriend. Girlfriend. Odd. That word didn’t have the same ring to it as it did a few weeks ago. He was scared to realize that Liz didn’t have the same glow, either. Not like she had before. Not that she wasn’t any less beautiful, oh God no. Peter just couldn’t see her in the same light as he had when he’d so boldly and anxiously approached her that Tuesday so seemingly long ago.

Stop thinking like that, Peter told himself. None of this should be happening. He shouldn’t be experiencing what he was when he saw you. He shouldn’t be wanting to throttle Flash anymore than usual. He shouldn’t be thinking of Liz as any less than he had before. That word should have the same magical feeling to it. You and him should still be friends. Things should have never changed. There were all these things should be. But they weren’t.


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RFA reacts to Beaming MC

Thanks so much for this prompt! I don’t think I did it justice, so I might redo this after a while. 

Common: RFA knows you don’t smile a lot, but they don’t mind as long as you’re happy.

Yoosung

  • Yoosung passed his Veterinary Licensing Exam.
  • He was thrilled and when he looked at you, he was speechless
  • You were smiling and applauding for him.
  • He only could blush and nod.
  • You suggested going out for dinner to celebrate and he agreed.
  • It took Yoosung a while to stop being clumsy.
  • Had be been driving, he would’ve crashed the car.
  • Good thing you two decided to walk!
  • He kept glancing at you, hoping to catch your smile.
  • It wasn’t there but the smile from earlier was enough to warm his heart.
  • He couldn’t help but think, “From now on, what I do, I’ll do to make MC smile.”

Jaehee

  • You’ve been barraged the whole week has been unrelenting with problems and pain.
  • You got home and plopped on the couch.
  • Jaehee popped out of the kitchen with some cake she made.
  • You could barely move, “Thank you, but I feel like jelly. I need a moment.”
  • “Then… say ahh~” Jaehee lifted a fork full of cake without even thinking.
  • You made a small grin as you accept it.
  •  It wasn’t until the sweetness of the cake spread over your tongue that you started to beam.
  • She felt her heart leap and her cheeks flush.
  • Maybe she doesn’t have to wait until her hair reaches her back to know how she feels.
  • Perhaps your smile was convincing enough.

Zen

  • Zen knew you liked spending time together, but it was fine that you couldn’t bike trails with him since you didn’t know how.
  • It hurt him so much to see fall over so much. That’s right, OP cannot ride a bike.
  • So he did his best to keep you from getting hurt or discouraged.
  • When you were finally able to wobble on your own down the block, You were thrilled.
  • “Zen! I can bike trails with you! We can go on tandem bikes together! We can bike on a boardwalk! We can go so many places!”
  • You grinned from ear to ear.
  • He knew you would be able to but the smile on your face left him speechless.
  • You stopped right in front of him. “I did it, Zen!” 
  • As you started to list all the places you could bike, Zen tuned you out.
  • All he could focus on was your smile. 
  • He watched you talk until you stopped smiling which is when he finally sealed your lips with a kiss. 
  • “You did so good, sweetheart.” 

Jumin

  • Jumin is perfect.
  • Good manners, gifts, affection. Perfect.
  • You appreciate and love that, but it gets boring.
  • Until he sneezed and farted at the same time.
  • His face flushed and he just dearly hoped you didn’t hear the fart.
  • “E-excuse me, I-I-”
  • Before he could come up with a proper explanation, all he heard was your laughter.
  • He turned to look at you and your smile was breathtaking.
  • He was still embarrassed but he wanted to keep looking at your smile.
  • “Jumin! What was that!?”
  • Nope. Never mind. He needed to leave.
  • You grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. “Here I thought you were Mr. Perfect, but I guess you’re just as human as me.”
  • You were still smiling so he didn’t pull away, “What else would I be?”
  • You laughed again, “Nothing but perfect.” To you, it was the little things that mattered a lot.
  • He didn’t understand it much but he did know you were happy.
  • That’s what mattered to him. 

Saeyoung

  • One day, you were on your way to Saeyoung’s place and came across a filthy little cat.
  • You didn’t want to leave it so you brought it with you.
  • Saeyoung was thrilled.
  • After tending to the cat, Saeyoung turned to you, “What should we name her, MC?”
  • “What? We’re keeping it?”
  • “Of course! Why not?”
  • You were so excited! Listing name after name.
  • After you gave your list, your turned to Saeyoung.
  • He was really red and just asked, “Sh-should we get another one so it has a friend?!”
  • He couldn’t breathe cause of your smile. “I mean, uh you seemed so happy. I thought we should get another…”
  • You were still in a bright mood so you turned back and chimed, “Just this one is fine.”
  • Saeyoung agreed.
  • He spent the rest of the evening staring at your face. 
  • He had tons of time to see the cat, but not as much to enjoy your smile.

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The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (1)

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Part 6 | Part 7

Description: Kim Junmyeon, your neighbor and ex best friend suddenly begins taking to you after nearly six years of silence. Although he may be talking to you, he’s not the most…decent person now that he’s grown up.

Warnings: vulgar language??? I think that’s it. Fuckboy-ism too. Future smut.

Word Count: 1,190

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader / Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (IT’S BACK I’M SORRY FOR MY BABIES THAT HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE ENDING)

Originally posted by yixingsosweet


You looked up from your paper, nearly looking back down once you met the eyes of Kim Junmyeon. Not only was he your neighbor, he was your hot neighbor. You often saw the parties he threw but never attended them. Mostly because you didn’t want to, but there was also the small factor that he didn’t ever invite you.

The two of you used to be good friends. That was because once puberty hit, he distanced himself from you. So, you grew taller without your best friend - your body changed just like Junmyeon’s demeanor towards you. That wasn’t the only thing that changed. He grew as well - his body taller and his shoulders broader.

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