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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.

Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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Originally posted by kpop631

word count: 16.4k

tags: smut, angst, serial killer Jungkook!AU

WARNING!!!! I understand that this fic may be very triggering as it contains mentions of murder, extreme violence and rape, so if you are sensitive to those topics I recommend you DO NOT read this. Thank you in advance.

Moving to a new town is hard, especially after the company you worked for went bankrupt and you’re left jobless and alone in the hot, summer weather. Thankfully, a close relative informed you about a new apartment near them that was insanely affordable. You didn’t even think twice about the possible living conditions before driving out to the secluded town. In all honestly, anything would’ve sufficed as long as you got out of your old apartment which was now too expensive for you to rent out (not to mention the air conditioning cut off a while back).

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Coincidence: Chapter 1

Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)

Word Count: 1,110

It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.

You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.

“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?  

“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.

“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.

Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.

“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.

Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.

Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?

“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.

“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”

V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.

“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.

“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.

The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.

“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.

As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.

“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.

“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.

“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.

It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.

“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.

Why was V so attractive?            


Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2947

Author’s Note: This was fun and also heartbreaking to write, but I kind of like writing angsty stuff. I hope y’all enjoy it! Listen to this. Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!!

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Six months.

Six months since the last time I saw you.

Six months since the last time I talked to you.

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“Nice to Meet You”

Alex Ernst x Reader 

request: do you do alex ernst imagines? can you do one where the reader is an up and coming youtuber and she’s visiting LA to see if she wants to move there and she meets alex?

    As you boarded your plane at 2:00 a.m, you hugged your family and home-town friends goodbye. You had visited L.A so frequently to hang out with people you had met or to audition for commercials, ads, movies, and separate things, but at the moment, you were focusing on your career as a youtuber, you decided to Check out L.A as a place to live, permanently.

    You weren’t some hot shot youtube star with 1 million subs, but you were close, with 750,000 people were bound to recognize you, especially in a place like Los Angeles. You were staying with your close friend Y/F/N who recently moved to L.A but wasn’t anyone famous, once you heard first class being called you knew it was time for you to board, You hugged your family one last time and grabbed your bags while reaching in your wallet to grab your ticket. 

    As you walked out of the airport, your legs were shaking, the warm climate was nothing like you were used to, sure, it got hot where you lived, but nothing even close to this, it was almost comfortable but something made the air taste different. Pulling down your sunglasses, you walked over to the car where your best friend was waiting. 

“Hey! ready to go?” 

    Your friend asks with such excitement, they pull out a list with stuff they want to do while your there, and you roll your eyes, you knew something like this would happen, considering Y/F/N was so organized all the time, unless it came to their room. 

“Let’s get this show on the road”

You laughed hopping into the passenger side of the car, headed towards downtown L.A.

You got out of the car and instantly heard the sound of millions of people talking, some recording, others yelling at random people on the street, it reminded you of New York, a place you wanted/had to visit so many times.

    You pulled out your vlog camera and started talking, this was normal for downtown Los Angeles, it was the center of youtubers, you probably passed about 10 people holding video cameras, you talked to your fans about possibly living in L.A and if they saw you to come up and ask for a photo 

“Don’t be shy”

were your words exactly. 

   As you were telling your camera about some really exciting differences you’ve seen between your home city and L.A, you bumped into a stranger causing your camera to drop to the ground. 

“I’m so sorry” 

   The stranger said, picking up the camera and placing it back in your hands. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m new in downtown L.A, better watch where I vlog next time”

    You laughed wiping the dirt of the camera previously placed in your hand, you looked into the strangers eyes and noticed how inviting they seemed, after an awkward moment of staring he coughed and said

“I’m Alex, you Mentioned you were new here?” 

“Yeah, just arrived, and I’m y/n” 

     You shook his hand, and he told you to wait, he pulled out a black sharpie and flipped your hand onto it’s back, exposing your palm. He pulled the cap off with his teeth, leaving the cap between his lips, he wrote his number on the palm of your hand, and told you…

“If you need anything call, I’m Alex, once again” 

    He added for the second time, winking and walking away, and as you watched his figure disappear in the crowd you turned to your friend saying…

“I think I’m going to like it here”

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Rated B                   Chapter 2: When Strangers Meet

I was scared that once the plane landed all the sexual attraction would fade to black. It didn’t fade at all. Elias followed me out the airport. We took a lyft and headed towards downtown Houston.

The entire ride we kept holding hands. At one point he kissed my hand. He was making me feel good. He was putting in the appropriate work to get the right reward. I needed this experience with this man. Call me a whore but I was gonna ride him like the Saints marching to Calvary.

We made it too my place. As soon as we got to the door Elias grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into his arms close to his body. He put his hand on my face, the left cheek. He looked at me with deep desire.

Then he brought his lips to mine. He slightly forced my lips apart. His kiss was deliciously intimate. My mouth became invaded with his tongue. His hands ran down my back. My own hands ended up inside his pants feeling on his bare ass.

His ass felt great in my hands. I didn’t wanna stop feeling on his firm cakes. I pride myself on being an ass man. I’m totally versatile with a weakness for booty. A guys booty attracts me instantly.

I finally got the door open and we stepped inside. I closed the door and locked it. We stood there staring at one another for a moment. No words were spoken but you could see the lust in his eyes. I was horny and I wanted to nut real good.

Elias began to take his clothes off. That was all I needed to follow through. I removed my clothes  faster than him. I’m standing there naked and he is standing there in some black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. They looks amazing on him. His body itself looks amazing. He pulls off his underwear and this beautiful 8 inch uncut dick leaps out sorta. The foreskin is pulled back just a tad bit to expose his pretty little pink head. His smooth jet black pubic hairs complement his dick perfectly.

Sucking on some uncut dick is my thing. I love to play with that foreskin. Myself however am cut.  I walk over too him and kiss him as I gently tug on his dick. His dick feels thicker than it looked. I could take this moment to be romantic but this isn’t about romance. This is about accomplishing a fuck mission.

I drop too my knees and go to work on his dick. I start out slow. I want my lips to feel like a velvet pussy on his dick. I suck any dick the same way every time. I cup his balls in my hand and slowly massage them. I hear soft moans. That lets me know that I am doing things right.

He nearly looses his balance and stumbles back. The wall breaks his fall and this gives me better leverage for my dick sucking. I allow my neck to float, in a sense it’s like watching a snake move.

Elias: Shit, you gonna make me cum.

His dick makes a pop sound as I release it from my mouth. Maybe it was lips that made the noise, fuck if I know. I stand up and back away from him. I turn around and walk towards the sofa. I bend over in front of the red sofa. My ass is now fully on display for him. I’m giving the go ahead to take full advantage of me as he sees fit.

Me (Beckham)

He slaps me on my left ass cheek and then he slaps the me on my right ass cheek. I make my ass shake a little for him. Giving him a little show. He can sense that I can work my ass. Never confuse this ass for a pussy, I can do way more tricks with it than you can ever get from some pussy.

I feel his tongue on my hole. He doesn’t start off sensual. He just dives into sucking on my hole. I can’t deny that it’s not good. He takes hold of my cheeks and slurps on sucks on my hole like he trying to pull my soul out my ass.

I grip the pillows and moan. His tongue pushes into my hole, opening me up just a little bit. He bites my booty and then sucks on my hole some more. I start shaking my ass in his face, bouncing my hole on his tongue. He got me feeling good at this very moment.

Elias: You gone let me beat it up?

Me: Hell yea!

He slaps his dick on my hole. I feel the pressure as he breaks in. I gasp as he member slides inside of me. I feel brushing against my walls and it feels so damn good. He forces me into this picture perfect arch. I can feel every inch sliding into me.

I can feel his dick throb inside of me. His balls rest against my balls. His pubes against my ass. This can only mean one thing. He is completely inside of me. He runs his hands up and down my back and then he feels on my ass. The thrust starts slowly, it’s like he’s massaging me with his dick. My breathing is pretty heavy.

After a while his starts to dig in my ass. I can feel him picking up speed. He starts to fuck me good. My ass is bouncing back on his dick like waves on a beach. I can feel my booty juice running down my leg. He got me moaning all loud and shit now.  He slapping my ass and telling me how good my ass is. He got some good dick but I never tell a dude his dick game good. I never give power to someone fucking me.

He bends down pulls me towards him by my neck. We kiss and it’s a good kiss. His dick buried way in my ass and his tongue way down my throat. Damn it’s a good feeling. He pulls his dick out of me and puts me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom and tosses me on the bed.

He lays on me and starts kissing me. I roll over on top of him. I make it nasty for him and start sucking his dick, cleaning my booty juice off his dick.

Elias: Oh shit, make that shit nasty boy.

I turn my ass towards his face and then I slide right down on his dick. It slips right inside me easily. It feels so fucking good. I start bouncing on that dick, riding him like a mad man.

There’s a mirror in front of me. I can see his dick slide in and out of me. It looks sexy as fuck. Honestly it’s too sexy for me to ignore. This show makes my dick hard. He wraps his arms around my waist and stomach and power fucks me, I can’t help but jack my own dick.

He gets deep up in me. He hits a spot that feels so good I nearly loose my mind. I have to scream. He is definitely putting in work.

Elias: Shit babe I’m gonna cum. Where you want this nut at?

Me: Oh my chest nigga fuck!

Elias: I’m bout to bust.

I jump up off his dick and lay on my back. He gets on his knees and with one tug of his dick he explodes. Nut shoots out going everywhere. Watching him cum is enough to send me over the edge. I bust my nut right during the middle of his. He lays his head on my chest in his nut. We both tired as hell, breathing hard and sweating like crazy.

Elias: I didn’t think it was gonna be like that…..shit you got some good ass.

Me: Thanks. What time does your flight leave?

Elias: In the morning. Why do you ask?

Me: Just trying to see if there’s time for another go.

Elias: Oh I plan on fucking you four more times before morning.

Me: Oh really?

Elias: Definitely!

He started kissing me and this man can definitely kiss. So you already know what happened. He did just what he said he would do. He fucked me four more times before his flight the next morning.

Three Days Later……….

I sat in the restaurant across from her in silence. She was looking down at the video in silence. I wasn’t really use too people being so quiet when they see these things, but she was totally quiet.

Her name’s Marie. She contacted a few weeks ago for a job. I did the job. It wasn’t a hard job for me but this part here is always the hard part. People are never really as ready for the truth as they think they are.

She finally looked up at me. Her eyes were watery. I can tell she wanted to cry, maybe even loose her shit on me but she couldn’t those were the rules. It was part of the contract she signed.

Marie: How many times?

Me: Just the once.

She was quiet again. Maybe she knew I was lying. I wasn’t gonna tell her it was more then once. That would be adding insult to injury. So I always went with the number one though I usually go a few rounds if it’s good.

Marie: Now what happens?

Me: Now you do whatever you see fit. Of course the first thing is paying me the remaining balance on your bill for my services.

She takes out an envelope and slides it across the table. I pick it up and look inside. I count the $100 bills. It’s all there.

Me: I will have these checked to make sure it’s not counterfeit. Once I get word that it’s legit I will forward you the video. Once you have the video you will never contact me again about him. You can only contact me if it’s for a new case involving a new guy.

I get up and take my phone from her. I turn to walk away and as I do she calls out to me. I turn too look at her.

Marie: Will you see him again?

Me: No.

Marie: How can I be sure of that?

Me: Why do you care? You wanted to know if he was gay and I gave you the proof.

Marie: Because it wouldn’t be fair for you to have him after you helped take him away from me.

Me: I assure you I am not the mistress in your relationship with Elias. His sexuality is the mistress. I had Elias and though he was good one time with him is enough to satisfy me. Besides Marie I don’t relationships, I just ruin them for others.

I walk away from her for good. I guess you’re wondering what the fuck is going on. Well I will tell you, I do oversee some luxury apartments in Houston but I have another job as well. This job pays me very well. Some of you may hate it but I don’t judge you so don’t judge me. I help married women who think their men may be gay. They pay to find out the truth and help expose them.

It’s the perfect job. I get paid well and I get the seemingly straight guy dick. I’m never without sex nor money and I never have to date them. It’s the perfect job. My name is Beckham and this is my story.

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Damon Salvatore-Unexpected Partners

The room fell silent, you and your friends were reunited but it wasn’t under good circumstances. Mystic falls was being destroyed again, but this time it was by Julian and the heretics.

“It’s Julian, we need to get rid of Julian"Stefan spoke up finally after what seemed like an eternity of silence.

"Stefan have you seen how many of them are out there? Surely they would notice if their leader Julian went missing"Caroline sighed.

"That’s why we pick off his minions one by one then Julian knows we mean business"Damon smiled as he raised his glass of Bourbon.
You and Bonnie both exchanged a glance before rolling your eyes.

You were against violence, you had never killed a person and you didn’t intend to kill. You would rather talk about the issue than take someone’s life.

"Okay well, we have no choice but to go with Damon’s idea"Stefan huffed, he ran his hands through his hair. Visibly stressed.

You were all surprised at he statement, even Damon choked on his 6th glass of the burning liquid.
"What, really?"Damon asked.

Stefan nodded slowly in response.
"But, Stefan. We don’t actually need to kill them do we? Maybe we could take one hostage and bargain with Julian?"You proposed.

"Y/n, I know you mean well and I know you don’t like violence. Neither do I"Stefan replied.

"So why are we doing this then? Why can’t we just make a deal with him"You exclaimed.

Caroline sat next to you and squeezed your shoulder.

"We’ve tried everything y/n, this is our last chance to get our home back"she explained.
You eventually nodded understandingly.
You had all grown up together in Mystic falls, it belonged to you. Not those crazy vampires.

"So if we do this, we do it tonight"Bonnie asked.

"Yeah, we’ll split up and start at the border, making our way towards Julian"Stefan planned.

"I’m coming with you, we’ll circle the neighborhood"Caroline gripped onto Stefan’s hand, he nodded.
You were relieved when you saw them embrace in a meaningful hug, even though Caroline could defend herself you knew that with Stefan she was extra safe and so was he.

"Bonnie, Ric and Matt can take the town hall"Damon suggested.
Your heart dropped to your stomach.

"And that leaves Damon and Y/n, you can start in the woods and make your way towards downtown and we’ll meet at the boarding house"Stefan nodded at his brother.

Damon glanced at you for a minute before placing his glass down.
You stood up as everyone was getting ready.

"Are you sure I should go with Damon, I mean wouldn’t it be better if I went with Bonnie or I could drive around the hospitals on look out"you asked desperately wanting to avoid the pile of dead bodies that Damon would leave behind.

Your best friends looked at you sympathetically. They knew how much you hated death and violence. Whenever blood was shed you would hide in your house for days and no one could convince you to leave until Bonnie and Caroline would literally break into your house.

You felt a warm sensation run though your body as Damon rested his arm over your shoulder.

"I’m sorry y/n but your not going anywhere by yourself, like Care said they are everywhere"Damon informed you before handing you a stake.

"Fine, I’ll go with you but I’m not going to use this"you muttered as you waved the wooden weapon in the air. Slipping it into your back pocket, you were already thinking of ways you could get rid of it.

Bonnie raised her eyebrows at Damon, she narrowed her eyes at the Vampire, warning him telepathically.

"Don’t worry bon bon, I’ll keep her safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her remember she’s my best friend too, in fact I’ve known her longer than you have. Keep Ric safe he’s still a little rusty with the vervain darts"Damon smirked as Alaric flipped him the middle finger.

Before you knew it everyone had left, you and Damon sat in the car. He watched as your hands started to shake and your breathing became irregular.

He was concerned, Damon was never really concerned about anything but when it came to you he was very caring. You were drawn to one another and he couldn’t understand why, neither could you.

"It’s okay y/n"He mumbled as he drove down the long road towards the woods.

"None of this is okay Damon"you muttered, looking out of the window. Damon knew you were right.
He pulled up into a clearing and you both got out of the car, looking around to see if you were alone. The place was deserted.

"Huh looks like it’s just me and y-
Damon was interrupted by a shriek coming from deep within the woods.

You looked at each other before hesitantly running towards the noise. You gasped as a body lying on the floor came into view.

"Joel!"you exclaimed before running over to the lifeless body kneeling next to him, blood was pouring from his neck. Your high school friend gripped onto your hand before taking his last breath.

Tears ran down your face and you felt sick. You and Joel had taken many classes together over the years, you weren’t best friends but he was still supportive and now you had to watch him die all because another vampire couldn’t keep his fangs to himself.

Damon watched as you took off your jacket and placed it gently on top of Joel’s body. He spun around after hearing a twig break in the distance.

You turned back to Damon, wiping your tears away. Your heart stopped when you saw that Damon had a Heretic by his neck. You started to walk away, not wanting to witness a murder.

"Y/n, where are you going?"Damon called out to you.

"I don’t want to be associated with what your going to do"you answered before walking further on.
It had already been 5 minutes since you’d left Damon to kill the Vampire, you were getting worried.

Damon would usually kill in seconds so what was taking him so long? A feeling of dread washed over you as you walked back to where you had left your best friend.

You heard a scuffle, then a ear wrenching crack. Your legs started to move faster than your heart. You were in a full sprint.

In the clearing you watched as the Vampire and Damon fought, the Vampire had broke Damon’s nose and he was now on his back.

The Vampire was about to dig through his chest and rip out Damon’s heart.

"Y/n, go get out of here"Damon shouted through gritted teeth.

"Damon no!"you screamed before pulling out the wooden stake and pushing it through the heretics chest.

The heretic fell to the ground, cracks appearing on his skin as his life slipped away.

Damon shot up off the ground as you stumbled backwards, your vision going hazy. You had just killed someone. You had just killed for Damon.

He stepped towards you and reached out. Pulling you into his chest as you broke down.

"I killed someone, I just took his life"you sobbed into the oldest Salvatore’s chest.

"You saved me, y/n. You saved my life"he cupped your cheeks, warming them slightly.
You nodded quickly before wiping your tears away.

Damon gripped onto your hand and guided you towards the car. You had never been so quiet, you didn’t want to talk.

He was going to take you home, he loved you and he didn’t want you to hurt. He knew that you were kind hearted, and he also knew that this guilt that you were feeling would ruin you.

Part 2??

Lena Luthor x reader (Preventative measures, and one welcome threat)

a/n: no one asked for this one either but… I’m gonna do the thing anyway just because, and I thought about how absolutely dumb it would be if you were this cool, unflappable bodyguard but you’d become profoundly useless the moment you saw Lena put her hair down or like, do something vaguely hot and you’d just… become totally non-functioning LOL

Anyway I’m a trash person and I have trash ideas so here’s the trash thing! It’s not all that serious, I wanted it to be all fun and giggles lmao. This is really indulgent and like, six different levels of unprofessional but then I realized THIS IS FIC WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT Y’ALL!!! YAY!! it’s a little shorter and I think I can get away with making another part for it. Moreover though, I think Lena has had too many bouts with death and TBH I think she should just get a break dammit! Don’t we deserve better than that? Maybe we do… ;)

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You would never really consider yourself a storyteller, but you’re beginning to understand that’s just what you’ve become. For all the questions people ask about your job, you have just as many anecdotes that for some reason, people find just absolutely fascinating.

Yours is a humble beginning - no, you didn’t always want to be a personal bodyguard. No, you didn’t go to school for it. Yes, like most things that have occurred in your life, opportunities presented themselves and you took the chance.

In fact, when you were five years old you were convinced you were going to be an astronaut when you grew up… or a dog-walker. You certainly did not think you’d be someone who was hired for the sole purpose of protecting vaguely important people you really had no idea about, nor could care to know about.

The job, you’ve realized in your own personal experiences, is a whole lot of rich people travelling around to gamble or to partake in other high-risk trade-offs, and still, you always think no one should have any right to carry around that much money, let alone own that much at all to warrant needing personal security in the form of another human being.

Still, it pays itself, and you couldn’t find yourself complaining heartily about the injustices of the wealthy elite and their various extravagances when you’ve made a comfortable life for yourself out of their paranoia.

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Cold Wash

*Pynch Laundry Mat AU (notes at the end)

Ronan Lynch – mysterious boy, obnoxious owner of brilliantly colored briefs – was not an easy a person to forget and yet, Adam forgot about him. Not completely, but enough that Ronan’s number got lost in his papers, his vicious smile shuffled to the recesses of Adam’s thoughts.

Between working and studying Adam’s summer is full. He occasionally texts some college friends and actively avoids anyone from high school. Except for one person, his ex, Blue Sargent. She’s been pestering him to hang out since he returned near the beginning of May but Adam keeps putting it off. As much as he likes Blue he’s not ready to hear about how her life is changing, what with dating two rich boys from Aglionby and traveling the world with them. He admires her open-mindedness but listening to her adventures only makes him feel more lonely. He’s been shit out of luck in the romance department because he’s been too focused on academics to go to the mixers and parties on campus; he would rather have a study buddy than a fuck buddy.

Adam clocks out of work and walks around the building to retrieve his bike. It’s after seven but still baking. He can feel the heat rising up from the asphalt, radiating off the side of the shop; it’s like being in an oven. The seat of his bike is scalding because he keeps forgetting to put it in the shade. Tomorrow, he’ll do that tomorrow.

Adam is so preoccupied that it takes him several seconds to realize that someone is yelling his name.

“Adam Parrish! Boy, you better not be ignoring me after I came all the way down here to see you!” Adam winces at the harsh tone but when he turns he sees that Blue is smiling, her dark hair pulled back, her skin tanned almost as dark as his. She looks good.

“Hey, Blue,” Adam replies, clutching the handlebars of his bike to keep from going in for a hug.

“Hay is for horses,” Blue teases. “Are you just going to stand there? It’s been over a year, Adam. I deserve a hug or a high five or something.”

Adam ducks his head. “Yeah, you do. But I’m all sweaty and gross.” He holds out his palm, up high, making Blue jump for it.

“Asshole,” Blue mutters as her feet touch down. “Come on, we’re getting dinner. And don’t even start with the ‘I need a shower.’ This is Nino’s, no one will be able to smell you over the oregano.”

Adam wants to argue but he’s avoided Blue for long enough and he’s hungry. Plus, he really is happy to see Blue again. And it’ll be nice to eat with someone else for a change.

“Fine, you win,” Adam relents. “Climb up on the handle bars.”

Adam holds the bike steady while Blue positions herself on the bars. It’s precarious but they’re not going too far, just far enough that riding is preferable to walking. Staring at Blue’s back and the strong lines of her arms and legs brings back a lot of good memories. Adam feels a bit wistful as he pedals them towards downtown. Blue cheerfully laughs and hollers as they bump over the cracked sidewalks, picking up speed as they zoom down hills. One of the last times they did this they crashed and Adam still has the scars on his elbows to prove it.

They get to Nino’s in one piece and Adam’s sides hurt from laughing so much. He can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard. Blue chats up the hostess, one of her former coworkers, and gets them seated in a prime booth by the window. Since it’s summer the pizzeria is less full than usual and the majority of the customers are townies: couples out on dates, families with small children scribbling on coloring pages, and a few summering Aglionby boys who look stoned. Blue orders the pizza (mushroom lovers) and Adam adds a side of garlic knots.

“Fancy,” Blue jokes when the appetizer arrives along with their waters.

“Hungry,” Adam replies, tearing into the food. Blue copies him and within minutes the garlic knots are gone. Blue sucks melted butter off her fingers while Adam fastidiously wipes his off on a napkin; he’s keenly aware that up until half an hour ago his fingers were coated with grime and grease.

“So…” Blue starts, her voice pitched inquisitively. Adam’s stomach clenches. He knows what she’s about to ask, can hear it in the teasing lilt. “Got a girlfriend yet?”

Adam shakes his head and stares out the window. He thought he saw someone duck around the side of a car…


“No, Blue,” Adam sighs, turning to look at her. “I’m in college to learn, not date.”

“Hmm.” Blue traces patterns in the condensation on the side of her glass.

“What about your boyfriends? Are y’all still a thing?”

Blue perks up and then she won’t shut up. Not that Adam minds, as long as she’s not asking about his love life he can be content listening to hers. Gansey and Henry both sound like great guys and they certainly make Blue happy. Their pizza arrives and that puts the conversation on hold for a bit. Adam wolfs down the first two pieces before slowing and savoring the last two. Blue asks about college and then he’s the one who won’t shut up. He worked so hard to get there – saving money from three jobs, taking classes at the local college, studying above and beyond what he was learning in the classroom, volunteering (which is how he managed to get in the good graces of St. Agnes), interning – it’s like his entire life has been about getting into college.

Blue nods along, asks good questions. They talk about her plans now that her year of traveling is done. They talk about old classmates, Henrietta, Blue’s family; Blue doesn’t ask after Adam’s folks and he’s grateful.

“Gelato?” Blue asks. “My treat.”

Adam doesn’t think he can eat another bite but gelato does sound good so he follows her out of Nino’s and down the street. It’s gotten dark, the streetlights casting a soft golden glow. They get to the shop near closing time but the kid working behind the counter welcomes them in before casting a harried look at the tall guy looming over the counter; he’s there with a smudgy looking boy in an Aglionby uniform.

The tall guy turns and Adam instantly recognizes him and blushes, taking a step back.

“Fuck You?” Ronan asks, his voice sounding both surprised and angry. “And, god damn me, Sargent?” The gelato guy makes a strangled sound each time that Ronan swears and Adam feels the irrational need to apologize for Ronan’s behavior.

“Ronan! Noah!” Blue rushes forward and playfully jabs at Ronan’s face before yanking him into the world’s most awkward side hug. The other boy laughs happily when Blue gives him a full hug and a kiss on the cheek. “What’s going on?”

“Noah wanted gelato and I had nothing else to do so here we are,” Ronan explains. He’s ignoring Adam and shoveling spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip gelato into his mouth.

Blue orders dark chocolate gelato and Adam gets peaches and cream, sneaking glances at Ronan’s handsome and haughty face.

“How do y’all know each other?” Adam asks the group but only Blue answers.

“Ronan and Noah lived with Gansey. They’re all raven boys. Oh, don’t make that face, Ronan.”

Adam thinks about that as they leave the shop and wander over to one of the sidewalk benches. He had guessed that Ronan was rich, and finding out that Ronan is Aglionby is the only confirmation he needs. It makes him wonder why Ronan was hanging out at the laundry mat in the first place, and why he had given Adam his number.

“So,” Ronan says, after Blue has updated him on the current whereabouts of Gansey and Henry, “who’s your pal? Boyfriend number three?”

Adam glowers at Ronan, determined to not say a word to him if he can help it.

“This is Adam Parrish,” Blue says, “and no, he’s not my boyfriend. But we did date for a little while in high school. About a month, right Adam?” Adam nods, staring into his gelato bowl.

Ronan snorts and steals a spoonful of Adam’s gelato. “Adam Parrish.” Ronan says his name like it’s a challenge. “Better than Fuck You, I guess.”

“Huh?” Blue gives Adam a bemused look.

“Private joke,” Adam mutters, glaring at Ronan.

The other guy, Noah, watches everything with an all-knowing look, his mouth set in a perpetual grin, his eyes sparkling like he knows all of their secrets, like he thinks they’re all hilarious.

“Dude, Noah, you look creepy as fuck,” Ronan growls, scuffing his hand through Noah’s messy hair. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Oh, just thinking that it’s wonderful how you and Blue have the same taste in men.”

Ronan and Blue choke at the same time. Adam bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“I don’t like Henry!” Ronan protests.

“Oh, please,” Blue huffs. “You pick on him mercilessly. Which is basically the asshole equivalent of pulling on pigtails.”

“What—no. No. I do that because… because… he’s just so annoying!” Ronan flounders for words. Adam’s getting very curious about these mysterious boys, Henry and Gansey, especially if they managed to captivate Blue and Ronan. “And we’ve already discussed Gansey!”

“Uh-huh. ‘He’s like my brother!’ Well, you never look at your actual brothers like that, thank God.” Noah howls with laughter and Ronan throws his gelato bowl at Blue but she neatly dodges it. Ronan goes in for a tackle and Blue takes off down the street, Ronan hot on her heels. Noah and Adam stand together and watch the chase unfold.

“You didn’t call him,” Noah says, so quiet that Adam almost misses it.

“I forgot,” Adam admits. Noah looks skeptical so Adam continues, “Look, I’ve been busy. I didn’t forget about Ronan—how could I? I just kept forgetting to call or text and… anyways what would be the point? I’m going back to school in a couple months.”

Noah shrugs. “You should tell him that. He really thought you would call.”

Adam feels weirdly guilty; it’s like hot coals in his stomach. “Just because a guy gives me his number doesn’t mean I’m obligated to contact him.”

Ronan stalks towards them with Blue draped over one shoulder like a sack. She kicks and flails and laughs and threatens to call Gansey. Adam feels wonderstruck by the sight of them, Blue looking so uninhibited and boisterous, Ronan looking like… like the type of guy he should call. Ronan sets Blue down and gives Adam an indecipherable look.

“You okay?” he asks.

“What?” Adam’s voice sounds weird in his own ears, almost breathless. He swallows around the tight feeling in his throat. “Oh, yeah, I’m good.”

Ronan shrugs and starts talking to Noah about something but Adam can’t get past the flush on Ronan’s pale skin, the way his chest is still rising and falling hard with his labored breaths from running around. The scars on his arms stand out even more, white against faint pink. And Ronan’s arms… Adam had noticed at the laundry mat that Ronan had amazing arms but standing this close to him, able to observe all the little details of him, is bringing it home in a big way that Ronan Lynch is undeniably gorgeous.

Adam looks away and catches Noah smirking at him. Noah makes the “call me” gesture, wriggling his pale eyebrows dramatically. Adam rolls his eyes in response. Blue and Ronan continue to carry on like rowdy siblings until Adam announces that he has to go home. He offers to walk Blue home but Ronan insists on driving her. He also extends the offer to Adam but Adam declines; he has his bike and he’s not quite ready to trust his life to Ronan’s driving.

Back at St. Agnes Adam digs through his papers until he finds the flyer with Ronan’s number. He carefully adds the ten digits to his list of contacts. Hitting save has never felt like this before. He feels like he’s making a promise, like he’s making a Big Decision. He gazes at Ronan’s name until his screen goes black. Adam hugs his pillow to his chest, smelling the soft scent of detergent, and dreams of a beautiful boy with a killer smile and a laugh as warm and wild as a summer night.

…to be continued…

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[I think some people may have been expecting a date or at least a phone call but I don’t think that’s Adam’s style. Anyways, I hope y’all don’t mind waiting for the date, for the relationship to build from physical attraction to something more substantial.]


Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1029

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate! AU

Summary: “Everything is dulled; not dulled to the point where everything is grey, but the colors aren’t as vibrant as they should be. The only things that were truly grey were rain clouds, some clothing, and everyone’s eyes. Only your soul mates eyes have a true, bright color. Have you ever heard the saying “eyes are the windows to the soul”? Well, it’s basically like that. The only way to regain the world’s true color, is to meet your soulmate and make eye contact with them. We were all raised with this knowledge from the time we were born. Everyone was made to find love the same way; some just have it more difficult than others. ”

Originally posted by jiminrolls

“Hi, how may I serve you today?”

How many times have I asked this question? Too many. It’s the same thing every day. Wake up at six, go to work until four, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. That’s just my life now. I serve my guests and notice some happy couples sharing meals, or holding hands as they walk together. What happy lives they must be living.

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to have found your soulmate. It must be nice, considering how happy everyone looks when they’re with each other.

“(Y/n), break time.” One of my coworkers calls to me, breaking me out of my daydream. I serve a coffee to my last customer.

“Alright. Thanks, Seokjin.” I reply before untying my apron and going to the break room.  I sigh softly and collapse into a chair and stare out the window. The autumn leaves were just starting to fall, but they weren’t as bright as one would think. Sure, they’re colorful, but not nearly as colorful as they would be if you had a soul mate.

Everything is dulled; not dulled to the point where everything is grey, but the colors aren’t as vibrant as they should be. The only things that were truly grey were rain clouds, some clothing, and everyone’s eyes. Only your soul mates eyes have a true, bright color. Have you ever heard the saying “eyes are the windows to the soul”? Well, it’s basically like that. The only way to regain the world’s true color, is to meet your soulmate and make eye contact with them. We were all raised with this knowledge from the time we were born. Everyone was made to find love the same way; some just have it more difficult than others. 

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One shot, One kill pt. 2

The hit hadn’t even made it to the major news. Like usual the police nor the people of the city seemed to care for the deaths of the lowlifes.
Unknown: Lance?
A bright smile crossed his face, as he picked up his phone.
Lance: Hunk?
Unknown: Yeah, It’s me. You wanted me to text you, remember?
He made quick work of changing the contact to Hunks name, followed by many emojis.
Lance: Yep, I remember. How do you feel about meeting up for lunch?
Hunk: Sure, I can do that :) Where do you want to meet up?
Lance: I can just meet you at your bakery. I want the restaurant to be a surprise!
Hunk: Got it, see you then.

Lance smiled brightly again, slipping his gun case under his bed. “He’s little too trusting for this city.” He sighed, “I wish there were more guys like him coming in.”
For the rest of the morning he cleaned up his apartment. Hiding all his ‘work’ gear. He called and chatted with his mother for a little bit, but spotted the clock on the far wall. “Oops, got to go Mama,” He said apologetically, “I’ll talk to you later, I’m meeting a friend.”
He hung up the phone and grabbed his jacket from the rack.
He headed down the sidewalk towards the bakery and spotted Hunk locking the door, and hanging a sign in the window. “Hey Hunk!” Lance called, waving to him.
He turned with a smile, waving back. “I’m all locked up and ready to go.” He said cheerily.
“You got it.” Lance replied, putting an arm as best he could around his shoulders, “it’s this way.”
They headed down the street already getting into a long conversation. By the time they reached the diner Lance was already loving the guy. “I’m just saying, if people dress their dogs up in clothes why don’t people dress their cats up just as much?” He inquired grabbing a menu from the front stand and heading to one of the back booths.
Hunk looked confused but followed him anyways. “Agreed. We should get to the bottom of it.” He replied with a nod of his head.
“Thank you!” Lance yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Anyways, welcome to Altea diner. Basically my home away from home,” He said motioning around the retro diner, “you make friends here, you make friends for life.”
“Hello Lance.” A voice said walking up to the booth, “I thought I was missing some menus.”
“Guilty.” He replied with a smile.
“Hunk this is Allura, the owner of the restaurant.” He said motioning between the two of them, “Allura this is Hunk, he’s new to the city.”
“Nice to meet you.” Allura greeted with a firm handshake, “Welcome to the city.”
She glanced back at Lance, “I’m guessing the usual?” She questioned.
“Of course.” He replied with a nod.
She looked back over to Hunk with a smile. “Uh, I’ll just have what he’s having.” He said with a smile, handing her the menu.
“Great, it’ll be right out.” She replied, heading behind the counter.
“So, I didn’t catch the name of your bakery.” Lance said, leaning forward on his elbows.
“It’s called Balmera bakery.” He replied, with a smile.
“Balmera?” Lance questioned, “what’s that supposed to be?”
“It’s what my girlfriend and I called the town where we’re from.” He replied, “I don’t even know where we came up with it but we’ve called it that forever.”
“You have a girlfriend??” Lance screeched, “I should have invited her out with us! What’s her name?”
“Her name is Shay, and don’t worry about it she’s working right now anyways.” He laughed, “she’s working at the hospital as a nurse.”
“Here are your drinks.” Allura said, walking over with coffee.
“Thanks Allura.” Lance nodded.
She nodded back and disappeared back into the kitchen.
“So, what do you do for work?” Hunk asked absentmindedly stirring sugar into his coffee.
Lance paused, halfway lifting his coffee cup to his lips. “I do mostly contract jobs, odds and ends that other people don’t want to deal with.” He replied, his smile becoming a little strained.
“Oh, interesting.” Hunk replied, “that must suck though sometimes. I wouldn’t want to have to deal with peoples unwanted work.”
“Yeah, you have no idea.” Lance laughed, “anyways enough about my crappy job. How’s business so far? You haven’t been open that long.”
“Yeah, we’ve only been open for about a month but business is booming so far,” A bright smile lit up his face, “we’re doing just as well back home!”
“Has anyone been causing you trouble?” He asked absentmindedly.
Hunk paused and thought for a moment. “Nope, not really.” He replied, “I was a little worried when we first got the building, and being new and all but nothing has happened yet.”
“That’s good,” Lance breathed a sigh of relief, “it would suck if something happened to good business.”
“Thanks.” Hunk offered.
“Here you go guys, enjoy.” Allura said setting down two burger platters.
They said their thanks and began eating.
Once they were finished they said their goodbyes to Allura and headed back to Balmera bakery. “Want to try some of the sweets?” Hunk offered, unlocking the doors.
“Would I ever!” Lance replied, stepping inside.
He pulled out a tray of cookies from the display case and offered it to Lance. He quickly shoved one in his mouth and grinned. “This is literally the best cookie I’ve ever had the honour of having in my mouth.” He sighed.
“Here take some with you.” Hunk offered, filling a box with cookies, squares, and cupcakes.
“Oh my god.” Lance stated, “I didn’t know God came to live on Earth.”
Hunk laughed loudly and tied the box off with a ribbon. “Come on Buddy.”
“You’re a good man.” Lance cried, grabbing him in a hug.
“Thanks man.” He replied, wrapping his arms around him.
“You’re a hugger too!” He yelled, “you’re the perfect man! Shay is so lucky.”
“Get out of here,” Hunk laughed, “I have to keep working.”
“Well, I have to get back to my garbage contracts.” Lance said with mock offence.
He paused at the door, “but seriously. If anyone give you any trouble, give me a call.”
He gave him a wink and headed out into the sidewalk.
When he entered his apartment he hung his jacket back up on the rack and pulled out his phone.
Blue: You have anything for me?
He flopped boredly across the couch waiting for a reply.
Boss: Not right now. You’re good for the night. I’m working on something though.
Lance sighed heavily. Another night of laying around the apartment doing nothing.
Boss: By the way, payment for your last job is outside your window.
Lance sighed heavily.
Blue: I told you to stop doing that. It’s creepy and too much work.
Boss: It leaves no paper trail. You don’t have a choice.
Lance groaned dramatically again and lifted himself off the couch, heading towards the window. He lifted it up, removed the screen and pulled the black bag onto the living room floor. He took a seat on the floor and unzipped it. He took each stack of bills out counting them, and setting them in his wall safe. “Guess I could go out tonight?” He muttered, moving a stack to the side.
He grabbed his phone from the couch and quickly dialled Allura. “What’s up?” She answered.
“Hey Allura. What are you doing tonight?” He asked.
“I just put the night shift on and I’m heading home.” She said a long pause following, “yeah jk, I’m heading towards your apartment, and we’re going out.”
“I guess I felt that telepathically.” Lance laughed, “I’ll see you when you get here.”
There was a knock on the door before Allura walked in. “That was quick.” Lance laughed.
“Well, I was already in the building.” She replied, throwing her coat on the couch.
“Bruh, at least hang that up.”
“What’s up with the bag?” She asked, pointing at the now empty bag sitting in front of his place on the ground.
“I found it and remembered when I went to the gym.” He replied quickly.
“Hah, loser.” Allura snorted, “come on, lets get ready to go.”
“Are we feeling night club or pub?” Lance asked, opening his closet as Allura sat on his bed.
“Let’s go with pub, I haven’t eaten yet.” She replied, pulling the ponytail out of her head.
“You own a diner, why didn’t you eat there?” He asked.
“You get tired of it.” She replied, with a sigh.
“I don’t.” He sniffed. “So what should I wear? I’m kind of feeling plaid.”
“Plaid is good.” Allura replied, “will you do my hair for me?”
He nodded pulling on a black t-shirt and tying red plaid around his waist. “What do you want?” Lance asked.
“I’m feeling a braid hawk.” She hummed, pulling out a makeup bag.
“You want guys to be cautious of you tonight?” Lance laughed.
“I’m in bad bitch mode.”
“Got it.” Lance said with a nod.
Once they were ready they headed out into the now darkened streets, heading towards the downtown area which was covered in light.
“This place looks good,” Allura said grabbing his hand and dragging him towards a busy looking tavern.
They found a seat at the bar and quickly asked for the food menu. “So your friend Hunk was nice.” Allura said after ordering some chicken wings.
“Yeah, he’s a great guy.” Lance replied, ordering some mozzarella sticks.
“Are you into him?” She asked quickly.
Lance choked loudly on his beer, and covered his mouth. Allura started laughing loudly, pounding on his back. “No,” He answered hoarsely, “he has a girlfriend, and I didn’t even see him like that.”
“Right.” Allura hummed.
“Seriously, he helped me out yesterday. So I returned the favour.” He explained, “he opened a bakery out here.”
“Ouhh, a new business!” Allura said happily, “I love new businesses.”
“Yeah, and he’s already doing great.”
“Anyways we need to get you a man.” Allura said, completely forgetting the past conversation.
“What about you!?” Lance replied with an offended tone.
“Every person in this city knows that I put my career first.” She said.
“Why can’t I do that?” Lance questioned.
“Because you doing ‘contract work’ and ‘odd jobs’ doesn’t count.” She replied, “once you get a real job, I’ll consider it.”
He visibly deflated, “fine,” he groaned, “maybe.”
“That’s the spirit!” Allura said clapping her hands together and glancing around the crowded bar.
The rest of the night was fuzzy for Lance, waking up with a spiting headache back in his bed. “Oh, no.” He groaned, “no, no, no. Please God, I hope I did nothing stupid.”
He sat up slowly and turned on his lamp looking around the room. “Thank God.” He sighed, seeing that there was no one but himself.
He threw on his bathrobe and opened the door to the living room, seeing Allura sprawled across the couch snoring loudly. A small smile donned his face until he smelled coffee. “No.” He stated hurrying into the kitchen.
He paused cautiously spotting a figure standing at his island reading the paper and sipping from a mug of coffee. “Jesus Keith, you scared the shit out of me.” Lance sighed, sitting at one of the stools.
“Well, sorry I didn’t know you were up yet.” He replied handing him a mug also filled with coffee.
He smirked widely, leaning towards Lance. “So, how was your night?” He asked.
“I have nothing.” Lance replied, “Literally nothing of what happened. Maybe I was drugged!” He gasped dramatically.
“Oh, shut up. No one would want to drug you.” Keith laughed.
“What happened then?” Lance asked intrigued.
“You got mega wasted, and danced with Allura and I in the pub all night long.” He drawled, “Allura texted me before you guys even left the apartment.”
“Snake.” Lance hissed.
“We were thinking of going to the diner for breakfast. Coran is working the kitchen this morning.” Keith added, folding the newspaper and laying on the table.
“Sounds fun.” Lance replied, with a blush.
“And about last night Lance-.” Keith started, just as Lance’s phone went off.
“Hold that thought.” Lance said quickly looking at his notifications.
Boss: You have a meeting. Be there is 20 minutes.
“Shit.” Lance scowled, but smiled when Keith looked at him confused.
“Can I meet you guys there?” He asked, “A job just came up.”
Keith frowned but nodded moving to the living room to get Allura up and out. “Thank you so much.” Lance whispered.
Blue: Understood.
They closed the door silently and Lance got to work getting everything set up. He changed into his work clothes and brewed fresh coffee. He waited nervously in the kitchen as the pot beeped, signalling that it was finished. He hated face to face meetings. The people the contracted scared him. He preferred to go through his boss on all contracts. There was a harsh bang on the door, startling him.
He opened the door behind the two larger men. “This is the guy?!” An older man spat, sitting down on Lance’s couch. “He’s weak looking!”
Lance sat down opposite him, grimacing as he yelled louder and louder. “Be quiet!” His boss snapped, “he’s the best shot in this half of the world.”
That certainly shut the man up. “Blue. This is Leo Banetti.” He said, “He requests your services.”
“Okay, but why are you here?” Lance replied, settling into the chair.
“He said he wanted to meet you in person.” He replied, “to be able to explain his request throughly.”
Leo nodded quickly beside him. Lance nodded to him to begin.
“I don’t want to give you too many details about the guy because I want to stay as far away from this as possible.” He started, “but he’s creating a big problem for my family financially.”
Lance nodded, a family oriented guy. He could get behind something like this. “If you’re not going to give me any information about him, why did you want to talk to me? and how am I to know when to get a drop on him?” He asked.
“Well, I heard you’re more opt to do a job when there’s a bigger picture behind it.” He replied, wringing his hands together, “And I’ll go through your boss here.”
Lance nodded in understanding. “Okay, then Mr. Leo Banetti. I’ll work your contract.” He said, standing up and shaking his hand.
A wide smile took over his scowl and he returned the handshake whole heartedly.
Soon they left the apartment, Lance leaving soon after to meet his friends at Altea.
Until he was pulled into a side alley. “What the h-.”
He was shoved roughly against the brick. A bat slamming the brick next to his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He thought.
“Give us your wallet and you won’t get hurt.” A low voice said.
There were three guys in front of him.
“I’m getting mugged? Seriously?!”
He stared at them for what felt like minutes until what looked like the leader raised the bat and swung it against his left leg. He yelled out and fell to the ground. “Did you not hear what I said?!” The leader yelled, kicking his stomach.
“Wait-.” He choked, receiving a punch to the face.
They continued unrelenting. “Why the hell did I freeze up?! Now I’m getting the shit beat out of me.”
Suddenly everything stopped as he was dropped against the asphalt and heard the scrape of feet running the opposite direction. “Oh my God Lance, are you okay?” A distant voice asked as he was lifted easily off the ground.
His sight suddenly cleared and Hunk’s face came into view. “Hunk, I love you man.” Lance laughed, “you saved me.”
“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Hunk asked nervously.
“Nah, I’m good man. They were weaker than they looked.” He replied, “just come with me to Altea diner, I want you to meet another one of my friends.”

Breathless (3)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s breathless, and not in a good way.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: angst, one swear word, major plot twist & cliffhanger.



Originally posted by evansmaximoff

Ever since Sam broke up with me, I’ve tried to stay out of the Compound as much as possible. I trained with Natasha in the morning, filed paperwork, and then I disappeared. I didn’t want to run into Sam or Bucky. Neither of them could see how broken I was.

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Cat and Mouse Game;

Summary: Y/N has been assigned to keep the friendly neighborhood Spiderman out of too much trouble, despite Tony Stark’s insistence on keeping Spiderman’s real identity hidden. Peter Parker SWEARS something is up with his new girlfriend, Y/N. What happens when they discover the secrets the other is hiding?

A/N: Both Y/N and Peter are 18 in this fic because seeing as I’m 18, it makes me feel weird to write a fic about a sophomore in high school. Sorry the ending isn’t that great, but I thought this could be a really cute idea, and I have a bunch more imagine ideas queued up to write!!! Please enjoy.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to keep an eye on him if you just let him join the Avengers?” Y/N rolled her eyes at Tony Stark, a thing people would dare to do, “I mean, you let me join, and I’m the same age as him.”

“Don’t you think I tried?” Tony huffed, spinning around in the office chair he rested in. “He…didn’t want to join right now. He wanted to be ‘our man on the ground’ a little bit longer, you could say.” Y/N tried to suppress the smirk on her face at the reveal of Tony’s failure to recruit a kid to the most elite team of superheros in the world.

“Fine. Does this mean I have to transfer schools? Do I get his name?” Y/N asked.


“Tony! How am I supposed to follow him then?”

“You’ll figure something out.”

And so Y/N was officially assigned to Underoos detail, with little to no information on the subject to who she was supposed to follow. “Stupid Tony,” the girl mumbled under her breath as she tugged on her clothes, smudged on some new eyeliner over yesterday’s layer, brushed her hair, and left the Avenger’s tower to take a bus to school. 

“Have a good day at school, honey!” Steve called out as she exited the kitchen with a cup of orange juice. It only annoyed her because he was so sincere in his wishes, too.

Despite living more than a few blocks away from her school, Tony always insisted she stayed at this particular high school, probably because of the superior academic record it had. Y/N never understood why the quality of her education mattered; she was just going to be a part of the Avenger’s, anyway.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter greeted her as she slid into her seat, barely dodging another tardy, “Someone’s on time today.”

“Shut it, Parker,” Y/N grumbled in response. Peter couldn’t take her seriously, however, when he saw the considerably sized grin expanding on her face. What he didn’t notice is how it quickly faded as Y/N watched Peter take out his phone and send a series of texts. Y/N didn’t mind that her boyfriend had other friends who were girls; obviously, she wanted him to. But Peter had been obsessively texting some girl named “Happy” for the past few weeks, always shielding his screen from her when she was around. 

Peter had been acting weird lately. He started disappearing in the middle of their dates, always saying it was an emergency at home with Aunt May. Sometimes, he wouldn’t show up at all, or would show up hours late, without a text to explain why. He quit all the clubs he normally participated in, and seemed more withdrawn and less socially involved. His best friend, Ned, agreed with Y/N when they talked about it. 

After the bell rang, dismissing them from their first period class, Peter dashed out without a glance back at her. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she shook her head and shuffled out along with the rest of the class before heading to the bathroom.

Tony had somehow installed a tracker on the Spiderman. What Tony didn’t know was that Y/N had managed to hack into his system and get that information the night before. The little spider-shaped symbol seemed to be swinging…away from the high school? But more importantly, towards downtown. 

Y/N quickly changed into her stealth suit, and crawled out of the window in the bathroom. “I’ll just borrow this,” she said to herself, breaking the lock off of a bicycle before pedaling in the same direction.

“Hey, man, didn’t you know robbing a bank was illegal? That means you can’t do that,” the muffled voice of Spiderman explained to the bad guys he was confronting. It seemed to irritate one of the hulking men enough into taking a swing at him, which was easily dodged. “C’mon, man, I’m an easy target to hit! You need to try harder than that!”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the pathetic sight playing before her. Spiderman was easily kicking the asses of all the bank robbers, and her assistance was most definitely not needed. Instead of jumping in to help, she sat back in the shadows, which she had created by expelling the light from around her. With the help of her stealth suit, she faded into the darkness perfectly. 

The girl planned on just observing until one of the bad guys pulled out a high-powered gun, aiming it at Spiderman while his back was turned. She groaned, knowing it was time to get involved. “C’mon, you bastards didn’t even give me a chance to stretch,” she whined.

She exhaled, and the entire room immediately fell into a charcoal black darkness, growing extremely cold as well. Silence fell as they lost their ability to see. “Wanna play a game?’ Y/N cackled, trying her best Saw impression. “Nah, I’m just kidding. Tough crowd, though.” 

One of the men scrambled for her in the dark, and Y/N simply twisted his arm around itself. Expelling the shadows from around them, everyone groaned at the sudden rush of light. Spiderman quickly jumped back into action, disarming one of the men while she took down the other.

“Wow, thank you so much,” he said, and it hit Y/N.

“Peter? Peter PARKER?” She shrieked, pulling her own mask off. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here? W-w-what was that with, like, the light and darkness and stuff?” Peter’s voice shook as he loosed his hood from around his face.

“I think she can manipulate shadows,” one of the bad guys offered from the floor, groaning as Y/N kicked him in response.

Y/N shrugged, “Tony Stark assigned me to watch after the new Spiderman. I just had no idea it was you….does this mean you’re not cheating on me?”

“Tony Stark? Are you…an Avenger? Before me? That’s not fair. How come Tony Stark trusts you to be an Avenger and not me, even though we’re both equally as capable-” he rambled on and on before cutting himself off, “Wait, you thought I was cheating on you? I thought you were cheating on me!”

“What? Of course not. You were the one being all shady with the obsessive texting and disappearing, although now I guess I know why,” Y/N smiled.

“You should probably kiss her, mate,” the same guy said, still trying to wrangle his way out of his hand ties.

“You should probably mind your own business, mate,” Y/N said back. She opened her mouth to comment further, but was quickly cut off by Peter’s lips.



“By the way, I think its a little creepy you’ve been following me,” Peter said.

“Yeah, I guess I should destroy the tracker now.”

“There’s a TRACKER?”

The Broken Promise

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Cassian’s POV immediately following the last chapter’s incident.

“Can you believe all this snow?” Mor poked her head around the curtain from Rhysand’s living room window. “It’s going to be slick driving back home.”

“That’s why Cassian is going to be our chauffeur tonight,” Amren plucked a grape from the fruit platter.

“You better give me a tip then,” Cassian called from the kitchen. “My services don’t come cheap.” He winked and Amren flicked a grape at him in response.

“Hey now don’t go making a mess in my kitchen,” Rhysand walked forward with his arm around Feyre’s waist.

“Cassian you don’t need to clean all the dishes,” Feyre said noticing that her friend had practically washed every plate and pan used for their dinner.

Cassian shrugged. He needed something to pass the time and keep his mind off of Nesta. They haven’t spoken since the incident outside the restaurant when she was fired. Their parting words left a sour taste in Cassian’s mouth. He should have known that Nesta wouldn’t want to talk about her history with Tomas, but it still hurt that she didn’t trust him enough to open up.

“Come sit down on the couch,” Azriel said holding up a game controller. “I want to see if you can still hold your own in that racing game.”

The double-edged sword of the inner circle was that everyone knew everyone else’s business. They knew when something was bothering one of them. Cassian was incredibly thankful for his friends, but he felt terrible knowing that his friends were trying to put forth a not-so-subtle effort to make him feel better.

Cassian played along though. No sense in moping around when he should be enjoying himself.

“Hold my own? Azriel you’re about to have your ass handed to you,” Cassian left the kitchen and sat beside his friend on the couch in front of the large screen TV. They each grabbed a controller and began their friendly competition. All the while shoving each other to try and get the lead.

“Boys and their toys,” Mor laughing at how Cassian and Azriel reacted when one of them passed the other person’s car in the game.

The group watched them play a couple rounds before Amren decided to join in. The trio fixated on the screen. Trying to out maneuver their opponents. Somehow Amren always ended up taking the win in the final lap of each game.

“You are cheating,” Cassian said as he tried to pass Amren on the track, but she was always just ahead. “I don’t know how. But you are.”

“Can’t keep up Cassian?” Amren smiled in triumphant. Not at the game, but at getting Cassian riled up and pulling him out of his depressed stupor.

“You’re about to eat my dust!” Cassian exclaimed and went to pass Amren’s virtual pink car on the screen when the finish line was in sight.

At that moment he heard Feyre’s phone ringing as Amren scored another victory. Cassian and Azriel claimed that she had to have cheated in some way, but Amren merely examined her nails in disinterest.

Faintly Cassian could hear Feyre greeting Elain on the phone.

“Let’s have another round,” Azriel said. “This time on a different course.”

Amren shrugged. “It won’t make a difference. I’ll still beat you both even if you had a lap head start.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Cassian wasn’t about to lose again.

 In the kitchen Rhysand and Feyre stood together as Feyre reached for her cellphone in her back pocket.

“Need a moment?” Rhysand nodded to her phone revealing that Elain was the caller.

“Yea, but I promise to be quick.” Feyre glanced at her friends on the couch who were starting a new game. Cassian and Azriel’s determined faces were almost comical next to Amren’s bored expression. “Make sure they don’t go into a fit of road rage on the couch.”

Rhysand chuckled and gave Feyre a brief kiss on the cheek. “Will do darling.” He sauntered over to the couch and stood watching the game with idle interest.

Feyre turned her attention back to her phone. She answered the call and put it to her ear. “Hello Elain?”

“Feyre,” Elain hiccupped on the other end of the line. The tone of her voice sounded hoarse as if she had been crying. Feyre’s stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right.

“Elain what’s wrong?” Feyre asked calmly. From the living room she saw Rhysand glance back at her in concern.

“Feyre she’s hurt – I shouldn’t have let her go and they won’t let me see her!” Elain sobbed into the phone and Feyre could barely catch all the words.

“Slow down Elain and take a deep breath,” Feyre directed. “Who’s hurt?”

“Nesta,” Elain began to cry harder. “She went to fill out job applications and she was supposed to call me when she got to the Thai restaurant, but never did.” Elain heaved in a shaky breath. “I got a call saying she had been – oh Feyre I don’t know how badly hurt she is and the doctors won’t tell me!”

“Elain tell me where you are,” Feyre’s face must have revealed her worry, because Rhysand began walking back toward her.

“I’m at West Side Memorial Hospital in the Emergency Room waiting area,” Elain choked out.

“Okay I am on my way right now,” Feyre went to grab her purse. Amren, Azriel, Cassian and Mor noticed what she was doing.

“Are you leaving so soon?” Mor asked from her spot beside Azriel.

Feyre shot a quick glance at Rhysand. His hand reached for hers and provided an anchor in the midst of what Elain had just told her.

She then looked to Cassian. His eyes that were once bright with laughter slowly shifted. Dread seeped in as if he realized something terrible had occurred.

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Coffee and Cigarettes || l.h

Summary: There’s not much to tell here other than this was inspired by Coffee and Cigarettes by NeverShoutNever.

A/N: I know that Luke doesn’t smoke (as far as we know) but I thought this idea was cute and I wanted to write something for him so


You opened your front door and stepped out into the chilly October morning. It was only 7 AM, but it almost felt like the middle of the night to you. You’d been getting up this early for months now, but you still weren’t entirely used to it.

As you started walking towards downtown, you gripped your travel mug of coffee in one hand and used your other to pull out the pack of cigarettes from your back pocket. You knew smoking was a bad habit, but you’d tried everything to help you quit and nothing seemed to stick.

When you were almost to your spot on the street, you started to walk a little faster, you guitar case hitting your backside again and again. You wanted to get set up before the foot traffic got too busy.

When you got to your corner, you had just finished the cigarette, throwing the butt on ground and stepping on it. You took a quick swig of your coffee before pulling your guitar out of it’s case. It was gonna be a long day…


It was about 3 o'clock when you finally decided to pack up for the day. You didn’t know how many songs you had sang that day, but you definitely didn’t make as much money as you had thought you would’ve. You put the money in your back pocket before pulling out another cigarette. You hadn’t had one since your walk over here and you were dying a little inside.

As you started putting your guitar back in it’s case, cigarette dangling from your mouth, you heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Uh, excuse me, do you think I could use your lighter?”

You looked up and saw a man, maybe a little older than you, staring at you with bright blue eyes. He was tall and he had blond his hair pulled into a small bun and he had scruff along his jaw line. You had to admit, he was gorgeous.

“Oh, um yeah, yeah sure.” You stuttered, pulling the lighter from your front pocket and handing it to him before picking up your guitar case. He smiled a small smile at you before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

He went and sat down on a bench a few feet away and looked at you expectantly. When you still didn’t move, he patted the seat next to him and raised an eyebrow. You reluctantly made your way over to the bench and sat down, studying the man out of the corner of your eye.

You thought you were being sneaky, but when he started chuckling, you figured you’d been caught. You looked over at him and he was already staring at you. He stuck out his hand and you took it, reluctant again. He smiled crookedly at you, the cigarette balancing out the black ring in his lip nicely. “I’m Luke, by the way. Oh and uh, here’s your lighter back.”

You smiled back at him before taking your lighter and putting it back in your pocket. “Thanks, I’m Y/N.”

It was quiet for a moment, both of you just watching the people bustling around you. It was more comfortable than you would’ve thought. You didn’t know Luke, but you didn’t mind being with him like you did with most people.

“You know, you sounded really good today.”

You were a little startled when Luke spoke and a blush spread across your cheeks when you realized he had heard you playing. “Oh, well thank you. I didn’t see you stop to listen.”

He smirked a little, studying the way your cheeks turned even more red when he looked at you. “I was a bit off to the side, you didn’t really look my way. I spent almost half an hour listening to you.” He sent you a wink before tossing the rest of his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

You giggled and did the same, even though you didn’t want the conversation with Luke to be over. “You should come back tomorrow. I’m always here on the weekends and I take requests.” It was your turn to wink, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, barely visible thanks to his scruff.

He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. “Well, if I stay the whole afternoon, do you think I could take you to get coffee afterwards?”

Instead of blushing this time, you grinned at his nervousness. You grabbed his hand to reassure him, surprised that someone like him would need to be reassured. “Sure Luke, I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You stood up and grabbed your guitar case, starting back towards your apartment. Before you got too far, you heard a quiet “Bye, Y/N.”
You smiled and kept walking, happy that your normal Saturday of coffee and cigarettes ended with a date you couldn’t wait for.


(PART 2)

(PART 3)

Warnings: Violence and humiliation

Author’s note: Nothing NSFW for this first chapter but I’m writting the rest in a fever dream lol. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to ask and comment anything, your feedback is very important.

       The last days had been a torment for you. You cried day and night and your sleep was full of nightmares, starred by demons. There were no men to protect you, only women and children remained in the city. The mothers and wives crowded into the church praying in a grim tone, knowing that many wouldn’t return.You were devout to God but sit and pray never seemed like a good plan to you.
       Days dragged on like this until a messenger brought gloomy news. The Saxon army was defeated and the few survivors couldn’t return, fearing that the norse devils would follow them into the little town. Your father was killed and your brother taken as a slave. You were alone in the world and being the heir of a Lord disfavored you in that situation. It seemed like a sword was hovering over your head, you knew they were coming for you.
        And so it was. On a foggy morning the bell rang once… Twice… And before you heard the third beat that indicated “invaders” you already knew. Alarmed, you packed supplies and took the sword that belonged to your grandfather. Still in a nightdress you ran into the woods near the city. The cold sweat on your forehead was clinging your hair and your teeth were beating loudly, you were freezing. When you ran enough not to hear the screams of horror you stopped and tried to light a fire. Pathetic. You wrapped yourself in a ball between the ferns and cried until you fell asleep. The topor has led you to a dreamless sleep.
        It was already twilight when you woke up from the sleep that seemed like a faint. Maybe it was. You could stay there and die frozen by the bad weather or plumb the city. Maybe they would have left after looting. The way back to the city seemed much longer at dusk and your body protested at every step. You forced yourself, you wanted to live no matter what. At the edge of the forest you hesitated apprehensively waiting for your breath to slow down so you could listen carefully. There were some lights in the city and you could hear voices. For half second you heart deceived you into thinking they might be saxon men but you weren’t that innocent.
        You noticed female voices too and knowing that everyone would be drunk you decided to sneak in without being noticed. It was a huge risk but staying there in the weather meant certain death, you had to try.
        Trembling, you walked through the first houses toward downtown. You passed near some people but no one noticed. Thank God there was plenty of beer in your town. In front of the church they have made a pyre and were roasting lambs and hogs to feed the army. You noticed some people tied to one of the church’s pillars. They would be taken captive and you reminded your own brother. You felt guilty for almost cheering the fire’s heat. You almost cried relief. Now your surviving side screamed louder than any convention.
        You were apprehensive and when someone bumped against you a scream escaped your throat. It was just a drunk teenager, not a threat. What really attracted danger was your overreaction. Eyes stared at you and you couldn’t keep unnoticed. Your mouth flew open in terror as a burly man grabbed your arm, shouting words on a language you couldn’t understand. You tried to free yourself but he threw you to the ground and you fell to the side, the sword you carried was lying on the ground. The bastard laughed and raised your arms so another man could pass the nightdress over your head. The others laughed and their pairs of eyes wandered over your body.
        A voice spoke louder and everyone looked toward it, their smiles fading. Taking advantage of the distraction you quickly reached the sword. If you were going to leave this world you would take someone with you. The agglomeration dissipated a little and they made way for the man who had shouted. Your eyebrows raised in disbelief. The man they all respected was just a crippled young man but studying his predatory expression you could understood… He was the devil.
        Fully naked you stood and raised the sword in defiance. That seemed to amuse him and that made you explode in anger. Blinded by wrath you just wanted to stick that sword into someone and die already. Chuckling,  the cripple wield his sword. Supported by his crutches, he swung his sword in the air. The others laughed noisily. You didn’t think twice. The sword-play lessons came to your mind and you runned to him, pounding hard, but he blocked and the blades whistled.
        You could read the surprise in his eyes for a second and then his predatory smile had returned. He lunged at you but you spun on your feet and the blade barely touched your skin. You felt a trickle of blood trickling down your waist and his eyes followed it avidly, the glimmer of lust in his gaze made you shiver. You took advantage of his distraction and attacked again but this time he reacted differently. He dropped his sword and grabbed your wrists. In a second he turned your body and kept his arms around you, the thorns of his armor against your bare back. Of course you wasn’t a match for him, the fight was only his joke.
        He released you laughing and said something. Someone threw your nightdress over for you and you wore it suspiciously. Wouldn’t they rape and kill you? A huge man tugged you into a tent and left you alone. You’ve squeezed your eyes trying to see something that would gave you a hint of what was happening. A moment later your eyes were already used to the darkness and you could glimpse the crutches in the corner of the room.
        You felt so stupid for raising hope for a moment. Your city had become hell and you ended up at devil’s bedroom.

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One Shot, One kill pt.1

He was stuck in the middle of the city. It was as simple as that. Now he was standing by himself in the busy terminal of the underground subway. “Of course.” He sighed, shrugging his backpack back up his shoulders, “what am I supposed to do now? I left my wallet at the apartment.”
He stood in front of the gates as people rushed past him. One of them knocking into his shoulder and throwing his backpack to the ground, spewing the contents across the floor. “Seriously buddy?!” He yelled out, before dropping to his knees to gather his stuff in his arms.
“Whoa, you okay there?” Someone asked softly, ducking down to help him.
“Yeah, fine.” Lance replied, zipping his bag back up, “someone bumped into me is all.”
He gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” He replied with a wide smile.
He shuffled on his feet a moment, “Um, do you actually mind if I ask you a question?” He asked, pulling out a map of the city, “i’m trying to get here. How am I supposed to get there?”
“Sure,” Lance replied, taking the map in his hand, “You take the B line from here and it should take you straight to where you want to go.”
“I’m new to the city so I exactly no idea what you’re saying to me.” He laughed nervously.
“I can just take you there. I’m heading that direction anyways.” Lance added, folding the map back up for him.
“Really.” He asked hopefully, “you don’t mind?”
“Nah, not at all!” Lance replied, reaching into his pocket for his wallet; but stopped remembering where it was, “Shit. I forgot that I left my wallet in my apartment.”
“Well, I can get you a ticket.” The man said, “I don’t mind.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Lance argued.
“You’re taking the time to help me out, so I can at least help you with this.” He replied, already walking towards the ticket booth. 
After purchasing his ticket he handed it to him. “My names Hunk by the way.” He said with a smile.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you.” He stuck out his hand.
They gave each other a firm handshake and headed past the gates and to the platform. “So, you said you were new to the city?” Lance asked as they waited for their train to arrive.
“Yep! I opened a new business down here,” Hunk replied, leaning back on the bench they sat down on. “It was pretty success in my home town, so I’m hoping it’ll be even more successful in the city.”
“What kind of business is it?” Lance inquired.
“Bakery.” Hunk replied, with a smile.
“Awww,” Lance cooed, “that’s so cute.”
A blush crept across Hunks face. “Really?” He asked.
“Bakeries are always cute.” Lance laughed.
The tracks in front of them started rumbling as the train finally pulled up to the platform. “You ready to go?” He asked, turning to Hunk.
He nodded and followed him into the car.
It turned out they weren’t that far from their destination and were off the train within 15 minutes. “And we’ve arrived at your destination!” Lance said cheerfully, stopping in front of a newly painted storefront.
“Thank you so much for your help.” Hunk said with a smile.
“Can I see your cell phone Hunk?” Lance asked, before they parted ways.
“Uh, sure.” Hunk shrugged, handing over his phone.
He quickly punched in his information and handed it back to him. “There send me a text sometime tomorrow.” He said.
“Why?” Hunk asked, a confused look on his face.
“You’ll see.” He replied, with a smirk, “see you tomorrow Hunk.”
They waved goodbye to each other as Lance crossed the street and Hunk went into his shop to finish setting up. Lance continued down the road until he reached his apartment building. Once inside he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, text message notifications lighting up the screen. “Geez, give me a break.” He sighed.
He threw his backpack down on the couch and eased his jacket off his shoulders.
Boss: Blue, you have a new job incoming tonight.
That piqued his interest, usually he didn’t have a new job so soon after the last; which had only been a few day prior.
Blue: I’ll bite. What information do you have on it?
He walked into the kitchen, opening in the fridge and pulling out leftover lasagna. He popped it in the microwave, and waited for his boss to reply.
Boss: It’s a big paycheque, I know that much. Corporate sleezebag. The usual. Once I get the rest of the information I’ll let you know, be ready to move when I have the coordinates.
Blue: Got it.
He let out a heavy sigh as he walked into his room to change into his uniform. Black garments head to toe. He reached under his bed and grabbed his gun case, unlocking it and pulling out his prized sniper rifle. He had this rifle brought to him all the way from Canada, the C14 Timberwolf sniper rifle. He brought it out to his living room and sat on the couch, taking apart and laying out each piece of the rifle in front of him. He turned his music on and hummed along as he took a rag and begun wiping down every part of the rifle.
He was half way through when his phone buzzed.
Boss: Get ready to move.
He sighed but quickly reassembled, and stepped towards the door.
Boss: Set up shop across from the Luxington hotel.
“Ugh,” Lance scowled, “it’s going to be one of those jobs.”
“I wonder who this guy pissed off to get me involved.” He thought, loading up his equipment into his car, “I’m one of the most expensive to get a hit from.”
He pulled out of the parking garage and headed towards downtown. “Judging by the fact that I’m getting him at a hotel it was his wife or lover or something like that.”
He pulled up to the curb, and pulled out his phone.
Blue: Just arriving is everything good to go?
Boss: Tech’s already monitoring camera’s. Hold your position for a second.
Boss: Yes. Tech is good to go. The camera’s are blind and you and the car are covered for you to go in to position.
Blue: Copy that. Heading in.
He grabbed his case from the backseat and headed to the side of the apartment building, scaling the fire escape up to the roof. He checked the lock to the roof door, and pulled the ladder up the fire escape to him so they had no access.
Blue: All entrances are blocked for now, we’re good to go. Going into position now.
He dropped to his knees and positioned his muzzle over the edge of the building at the designated room, he could see the light from the bathroom one and the shadow of someone. “It seems like he’s there alone right now.” He thought, “probably not for long though.”
Boss: Remember Blue. One shot, one kill.
He smirked, “you think too lowly of me.”
Blue: Of course.

The Last Unicorn - Part Two

Summary: Arin’s just a normal college student. Until one day, he gets involved with people with magic blood. Especially one man with siren’s blood. The catch? Arin’s immune to all magic.

Genre: Fantasy, College AU, Mystery, Humor, Egobang

Warnings: swearing, mentions of stalking, blood mention

A/N: Part two is finally up here! It’s over 3000 words and I’m really proud of it. We get some Arin and Dan interaction and a mysterious attacker makes an appearance. Please let me know what you think!

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Arin was more than a little frustrated.

He thought he’d be able to adjust to the fact that Dan would be following him around pretty easily, but it was weirder than he’d expected.

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