#let the angels hear the bell that Ton rang

[respectthepetty]

Just two color-coded girls in love.

They kind of remind me of two other people in love.

No, not them! They are just bros in love with other people.

No! Not them either. They are in love, but they don't remind me of Ongsa and Sun. It's the teachers! Ongsa and Sun remind me of the teachers in love!

But I get it. Every pair had a blue x warm-colored character, so it was hard to know who I was writing about. But that color exchange at the end from Sun was *chef's kiss*

Good luck to the bros through.

Lord knows they need it.

[mizunetzu]

ok fine i'll bite

what if u made a tamaki amajiki fic but instead he's actually the UA traitor 😳 and he's actually a yandere and his target's a gender neutral 3rd year 😳 omg that would be pog

haha jk.. unless?

don't bully me pls i haven't done this b4

Miss miss miss sylviaaa 😀😀😀 I lov u miss sylviaaa

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Tamaki x reader - My Darling’s Pen

⚠️warnings - yandere Tamaki, stalking

Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

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All it took was a pen.

A pen that dropped from their desk, one that rolled over and knocked against the side of Tamaki’s shoe. He hadn’t noticed them at all for the whole school year, but the moment they tapped him on the arm and said,

“Sorry-can you get that pen for me? It’s near your foot.”

With one of the warmest smiles he’d ever seen, he was smitten. Their voice was tantalizing, sweet and not too loud, and it graced Tamaki’s ears like wedding bells. He didn’t know he was staring until the beauty that was this person waved their hand infront of his face awkwardly.

“...Are you ok?” Their voice was full of worry. Worry for him. Tamaki’s heart swelled with the notion that he was being worried over by someone as...lovely as them.

He nodded shyly, and bent down to swoop up the pen in his hand. Their hand brushed against his when they reached over and grabbed it, and he could still feel his hand tingling even hours after. The person smiled another one of those heart clenching smiles, and looked back down at their paper.

Tamaki couldn’t focus the rest of the period.

——

When the bell dismissing them for lunch rang, and students started getting up from their seats, he once again noticed that person walking past him, talking to their friends. He wished he was part of their friend group. He didn’t know why, but that person just seemed so...cool.

The same pen from earlier bobbed from a hole in their bag’s pocket, and Tamaki cursed himself for staring once more. The pen eventually slipped completely through the small rip in their bag. The pen tumbled onto the ground, and stopped in front of Tamaki.

He picked it up. Should he return it? He looked at the door. No one was there. He was the only person standing in the classroom. Tamaki considered giving it back to them when class ended, but he found himself slowly slipping the pen into his own pocket.

‘It’s a pen’, he thought. ‘Surely they won’t miss it. It’s...it’s a pen.’

He didn’t know why he wanted to keep it so much. It was just that. A pen. He had no use for it-he had tons of other pens that no one asked to borrow because he was too shy to talk to them. It was useless.

But he found himself sitting on his bed hours later, staring blankly at the ceiling while he admired the pen or clicked it once or twice.

It was just a pen...

——

Everyday, when Tamaki would open his pencil pouch, he’d have all these other pens and pencils to choose from, ones that probably wrote way better than that person’s pen, but every single time, his eyes would land on that pen he “found on the ground” and he’d use it.

Fidgeting with the pen after class, he couldn’t help but follow this mysterious pen dropper every single day out to lunch. He wasn’t a stalker, no! He was just...figuring out the right time to return the pen they dropped. The pen they dropped a week ago...

Tamaki saw the familiar mop of (H/c)-colored hair, running past him and to their group of friends that Tamaki just so happened to memorize. He stared at them without shame, until he heard one of them speak.

“Hey, (Y/n). It-it uh, looks like Tamaki-kun wants to talk to you there.” The friend pointed at him, but he only tensed up when their eyes drifted from their friends to him and him alone.

“Oh. Uh, that guy from the big three?”

The person, (Y/n), whispered to their friends. Tamaki’s heart swelled. They knew who he was. He felt a sense of pride. He was important enough to take up space in this beautiful person’s memory. He wanted to be more important, and maybe take up some more space like he never used to want before. He wanted attention when he never used to want attention before.

“...hello?” (Y/n) was in front of him now. They looked straight into Tamaki’s eyes, and Tamaki wanted to look away immediately. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure if he was just nervous like he normally is, or if it was something else. But still...

They smelled so good.

(Y/n) waved their hands in front of Tamaki’s eyes. He blinked, suddenly very aware of how he was lost in his own thoughts. He was about to apologize, and maybe turn to face the wall, until he heard (Y/n’s) lovely, lovely voice.

“You’re really shy, huh? Don’t worry, I can back up if you want me to.”

Their voice was gentle. So gentle, like something fuzzy tickling Tamaki’s nose. It made him want to crawl inside a locker and just breathe. It was heavenly. He wanted nothing more but to just...listen to this person’s kind voice.

“U-u-uh...it’s fi-ine...” Tamaki hated the way his voice was barely audible. It stood nothing against the kind, smooth, god-like voice (Y/n) graced him with. Still, (Y/n) smiled so, so warmly.

“Alright then. Did you need something?”

Oh. That’s right. The pen. He was going to return it. Tamaki began to reach into his pocket, when his hand stopped. He thought about it for a second, then let his hand rest flaccidly inside his pocket, shoving his other one in bashfully aswell.

“I-no...I was just-just staring off into space and I-I guess I was staring in y-y-your direction...”

It was a lie. A terrible one at that. So he didn’t understand why (Y/n) believed him, bid him goodbye with their angelic voice, and let him keep their wonderful pen. He didn’t understand why he didn’t return it either. He needed to...return it. But there was one thing he did know.

That beautiful angel that sat near him in class was named (Y/n).

——

Once you knew someone’s name, it was relatively easy to find out more about them.

For example, Tamaki knew their full name was (L/n) (Y/n), their favorite food was the cafeteria onigiri that lunch rush would package on the go, but specifically if it was left alone to sit for a few minutes to marinate, and he even knew the neighborhood where (Y/n) lived, and how long it took (Y/n) to walk from there to school. 14 minutes and 38 seconds not counting the times they go buy a snack from the convenience store. Though, he wished he knew their exact address.

That wasn’t it, however. Tamaki found himself ‘discovering’ more and more of (Y/n’s) items, whether it be a small keychain hanging off their backpack he purposely loosened with his scissors so it would fall off, or the strawberry scented chapstick that was sitting so enticingly on their desk when they left to the bathroom one day, Tamaki had them all. Nothing too important, though. Nothing that he knew (Y/n) would miss. Just pens and their old loose paper assignments that they threw away, mostly.

And it didn’t help that Tamaki stopped sitting with Mirio and Neijre at lunch, just to purposely sit at a lunch table near (Y/n’s) so he could hear their pretty voice once again. Not too close, but close enough to listen. When Mirio asked, Tamaki told him he just wasn’t feeling very well lately.

But that didn’t make him a stalker, right? He wasn’t overstepping any boundaries...he was just...finding the right opportunity to give back the pen he borrowed. Yeah. That’s it. The pen he borrowed that he actually didn’t borrow. He figured they’d want it back, even though he had countless other little trinkets in his possession, that once belonged to them.

No, no he wasn’t a stalker. He was trying to be a good person and return their pen.

——

Ok, maybe it was a bit of an obsession.

Most of his camera roll was filled with (Y/n). Pictures from their social media that Tamaki cropped so he could only see them (and not their stupid friends), pictures he nervously snuck during class or lunch, and even the occasional picture he took ‘passing by’ when (Y/n) was walking home.

He cherished all of them, even printing some out and building a small shrine with the items he stole. He didn’t want his parents to see, so he made sure it was in a box he could hide in his closet.

Once again, (Y/n) walked home from school like always. They took their normal route, as always. But this time, they walked alone. Tamaki was planning to sneak some more pictures—nothing too indecent because even he has some boundaries—but this time (Y/n) was alone.

‘Ah...!’ Tamaki shuffled through his bag, pulling out the small pencil pouch he bought purely filled with stuff ‘borrowed’ from (Y/n). He fished out the pen he’d been planning to return for a month now, and looked back at (Y/n). ‘Nows the perfect time...’

...But he wanted to keep the pen. It was his favorite pen. Even though he had countless other pens ‘borrowed’ from (Y/n), he couldn’t help but feel attached to this one. So he fished out another random pen from the pouch of (Y/n’s) things, before stopping again.

He didn’t wanna give up these either.

Instead, he zipped up the ‘(Y/n)’ pouch, grabbed his normal pencil pouch, and brought out one of his normal pens. It looked similar to one of the countless pens he took from (Y/n), so he supposed it would suffice. Wasn’t he such a nice person? Giving them a pen?

His poor heart started pumping when he jogged up to (Y/n). Some part of him wanted to just...keeping watching (Y/n) from a distance, but he knew he wanted more for a while now. He wanted to...talk to (Y/n). He wanted (Y/n) to talk to him. He wanted to crawl inside (Y/n’s) body and just be (Y/n).

“E-e-excuse me...?” Tamaki’s voice went dry as he touched (Y/n’s) shoulder. He wasn’t worthy of touching (Y/n’s) shoulder, yet like the horrible person he is, he did. He dirtied the perfect shoulder (Y/n) had. How disgusting of him.

“Yes?”

Tamaki fumbled and held up his pen. “You uh-you dropped this in class earlier...”

“...you sure? I mean,” (Y/n) took the pen, and their warm hand brushed against Tamaki’s fingers so gracefully. It sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted nothing more than to just collapse into (Y/n) and breathe in. “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t using a pen today. But this looks like the brand I buy.”

“U-uh!” Tamaki broke into a cold sweat. “I saw it...drop...out of your bag.”

“Oh.” (Y/n) look at their bag, and at the small hole that was in its side pocket. “There’s a hole..that makes sense. Uh, thanks for returning my pen.”

(Y/n) smiled. Tamaki felt like he was going to die. He didn’t deserve someone so kind and beautiful and caring. Granted, no one did. Not even him.

“Are walking in this direction?” (Y/n) gestured ahead. Tamaki nodded, even though he knew very well his house was blocks away in the opposite direction. He soon found himself walking next to (Y/n) in silence.

He had (Y/n’s) attention. (Y/n) was walking next to him. It’s almost like they were dating already. That’s what lovers do, right? Walk next to eachother?

He wanted nothing more but to just breathe in the scent of (Y/n’s) hair. He wanted to worship (Y/n’s) fingers, he craved the bones in their body, he wanted to praise every single nerve and atom that belonged to (Y/n). He wanted (Y/n) so bad.

He was brought out of his trance when (Y/n) stopped at a crossroads. “My house is this way,” they said.

Tamaki shot back with a “Me too-!” Almost robotically. He wanted to see (Y/n’s) house...and maybe memorize their address. Not in a creepy way, though.

“Well...this is my house, I didn’t know you lived so near to me.”

“Y-yeah.” Tamaki watched as (Y/n) bid him farewell, with an angelic ‘thank you’, and walked off towards their house. Tamaki silently memorized his surroundings, every small flower and potted plant that belonged to the angel that was (Y/n), and finally wrote down (Y/n’s) address with their pen on his hand.

He didn’t know what he would do with this info, if he was honest. But just having it made him feel high.

——

Tamaki was going to do it.

Today was the day he would return the pen.

He thought about it for a while. He loved the pen, he never parted with it, but he needed an excuse to find a way to get closer to (Y/n). He’d say they dropped it out of their bag again and maybe offer to go out for ramen or something. He’d just leave out the part that (Y/n) dropped the pen more than 2 months ago.

Tamaki walked around the U.A. campus with the pen in his hand. He ran his fingers through the barrel of the pen. (Y/n) was no where to be found. They weren’t sitting with their friends like they normally did during lunch, so where could they be?

Tamaki was about to round a corner, when he heard voices talking from the other side. He stopped, about to turn on his heel and leave, when he heard angelic bells ringing. (Y/n’s) lovely voice talking to...whoever they were talking to.

“I-I like you, Hatsumada-kun!”

Tamaki went rigid against the wall. He loved hearing (Y/n’s) lovely voice 24/7, even recoding candid audios of (Y/n) answering questions in class or talking to their friends to listen to while he went to bed, so this was the first time he wished (Y/n) hadn’t said anything.

He was waiting for this Hatsumada guy to speak. Maybe he’d try to catch a glimpse of his face so he could—what was he saying? Intrusive thoughts began to flood his mind. He wanted to punch Hatsumada. He wanted to beat him up. He wanted to murder him.

“...I’m sorry, (L/n)-san. I don’t really see you that way.”

For some reason, Tamaki was even more angry than he would’ve been if Hatsumada had accepted their confession. He pursed his lips, and walked away as quickly as he could. His poor (Y/n), their feelings must be so hurt. How could he?

Tamaki long forgot the pen sitting in his hand, waiting to be returned to its rightful owner.

——

After the third tree came toppling down, Tamaki was beginning to think he’d get charged for property damage.

I mean, it was school property, and it was in the training grounds. Angrily whipping his tentacles around or bucking at trees with horse feet could qualify as ‘training’.

Tamaki was left huffing, glaring down angrily at the fallen, mangled tree. He’d never felt so angry before. He was usually a submissive, “avoid conflict-y”person, and he didn’t get angry much, but he felt so angry he could die.

His poor (Y/n). Having to get rejected by scum like that. But even if that pig had said ‘Yes’, he’d be equally as angry. His beloved (Y/n) didn’t deserve someone as undeserving as him. No one did. No one deserved (Y/n), not even himself.

Momentarily turning his tentacles back into his regular limbs, Tamaki sighed and curled up next to the fallen tree trunk. His hands were bloodied up, his knuckles peeling from when he started punching and slashing at tree before he decided to use his quirk. It was probably the first time he’d been so angry.

Tamaki leaned back against the trunk, laying down on the uncomfortable wood. What was happening to him? He felt so mad he could die. He couldn’t believe he was imagining trees as Hatsumada, as he brutally destroyed them one by one. That wasn’t the actions of a hero...

Rustling from two tall bushes caused Tamaki to shoot up, his tentacles shooting out from his back, and probably ripping his shirt up. He stood alert, his wide eyes searching sporadically through his dark bangs. Finally, a man, whom Tamaki was pretty sure wasn’t a teacher, appeared from the bushes, holding a cane and his free arm up.

“I come in peace, Tamaki Amajiki-san.”

The man had a stylish top hat on, and his face was masked with a flat, white mask with black trim. He had a long coat on, and dark gloves that made him look like a magician.

“W-who are you? This is private property-!”

The man kept walking towards Tamaki. “Are you angry, Tamaki-kun?”

“I-of course I’m mad! You’re trespassing, so I suggest you leave before I call-“

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about that boy. The one talking to that person you fancied.”

Tamaki went silent. He let his tentacles falter from their alert position, before suspiciously bringing them back up. “H-h-how do you know that! You stalker!”

“Frankly you’re one to call me a stalker.”

Tamaki broke into a cold sweat. He raised his fists defensively. “I-I’m not a-I’m not-“

“But you are, aren’t you? It’s fun to watch the people you love, isn’t it?” A girl grabbed Tamaki from behind by the shoulders, making him flinch as she smiled widely. “I love it too-I love it so much I want to see the person I love all covered in blood...”

The girl unhanded Tamaki, and stepping in front of him and standing next to the taller, poised man. “But they don’t understand our kind of love, do they? The heroes. They think the way I love people is wrong, and they would think the same for you...”

Tamaki pursed his lips. This was manipulation. They were trying to get into his head somehow, trying to appeal to him, trying to convince him that he was just like the scum they were...

...and it was working.

Tamaki said nothing, though his tightly clenched fists and hinged jaw told a different story. He loved (Y/n). He loved (Y/n) so much it made him crazy. He loved (Y/n) so much it made him want to murder Hatsumada. Simple as that. He was trying to convince himself he didn’t, but the sight of him all bloodied up and misshapen by Tamaki’s bare hands made him shiver.

“Y’know, people will call you a stalker for sure if they saw this.” The man was holding up Tamaki’s school bag, more importantly the scrapbook pasted with printed out photos and pressed objects of (Y/n) littered inside. The man flipped through the pages with care. “I, however, think it’s lovely that you admire someone so much you’d make a whole book dedicated to them. How romantic.”

He found himself agreeing. It was, wasn’t it? He cared so, so much, so how could it be weird or creepy or stalkerish? Tamaki shook his head, shaking the intrusive thoughts from his mind. “N-no! Put that back! Why are you here?!”

“We want to make a deal with you.”

“Me?” Tamaki snarled, backed up against a tree. He hardened his exterior in hope of masking his utter curiosity, especially after their understanding of his feelings for (Y/n). They understood.

“You see, learning information about U.A. is difficult when it’s such a prestigious school. But it would definitely be a lot easier if we had an...inside man feeding it to us.”

Tamaki’s eyes widened. “You want me to betray my school?”

“In Laymans terms, yes.”

“Now why would I ever-!”

“Because they don’t understand us. Once they find out you sneak pictures of this person from outside their window while they sleep, they label you a stalker for sure.” The girl held up Tamaki’s scrapbook, displaying hazy printed photos of (Y/n) through their bedroom window. “But us? We don’t judge. We understand. You just want to admire them, and love them the way you do and not be judged. I want that too.”

The man chimed in. “Your school is a judgmental, horrible place. So help us fix it, and join the LoV.”

Tamaki looked down at his feet. He continued. “You don’t need to join us physically. You may still attend U.A., and we will contact you occasionally, when we need information. And surely we will spare you from harm if we decide to attack, as well your little crush.”

Tamaki couldn’t believe he was actually considering it. Well, he also couldn’t believe how angry he got seeing someone being confessed to, or how obsessive his feelings for (Y/n) became. It was all new to him.

...So what was one thing more?

“I’ll do it. I’ll do it on one condition.”

His decision was based purely on feelings. Nothing of what he was saying was logical. It wasn’t morally correct. Still...

The man and the girl both smiled, looked at each other, and nodded. They turned back to Tamaki, giving him a look to go on.

“If I...when I decide to do something...a-and it makes a mess, or I need covering up in any way, promise you’ll clean up for me. Evidence and all.”

Was he really going to do this?

“Whatever you need, Tamaki-kun.”

He was.

The man tipped his hat, and the girl placed the book back in Tamaki’s hands. “We’ll be in touch. If you do anything heinous, we’ll be there to help aswell. Anything for our new traitor.”

Tamaki felt sick to his stomach.

“...y-you guys are crazy.”

“And you’re a lovesick stalker.”

“...I know.”

Tamaki watched as the two disappeared behind the brush. His knees buckled, as he sat back against the disfigured tree truck, and reached into his bag. He cradled his scrapbook as he fished out (Y/n’s) pen that he loved so much, and stroked it scantily. He huddled in on himself, pressing the pen to his cheek.

Soon.

Soon he’d return (Y/n’s) pen. Right after he murdered Hatsumada.

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If y’all didn’t know the man and the girl was mr compress and toga

-Mr. Mizunetzu

[imaginesbymk]

“Obvious.”

BBC Dracula One Shot

Summary: Dracula is experiencing modern London and discovers you singing while taking out the trash at your workplace. He then comes after you to make you his bride.

Pairing: Count Dracula x Reader

Requester: @theichabbieclub “Prompt: May I please have Dracula x reader? Reader is cleaning and decides to sing obvious by Ariana Grande. Their voice is extremely angelic yet soft and powerful”

Tags: mentions of blood, stalking

Word Count: 761

Author’s Note: positions>>>>> its been on repeat ever since the release, also sorry that this was short!

WHO knew Count Dracula would ever feel so lost upon discovering how new London seemed to look. His comfort was his castle. His old and decrepit, gothic castle that in modern day, folks would look at it as a tourist attraction, or a place to be dared to spend a night in for a million dollar reward.

It was nine o’clock and Dracula sauntered the streets, observing small devices in the form of a shiny rectangle held in everyone’s hands. People wearing such a wardrobe in a type of material Dracula was not familiar with, but not like he was going to be tortured with such curiosity - unless he chooses to. He’s Dracula, after all.

Instead, he walked across street after street, and stopped at a place.

A café. Dracula was never seen drinking a hot beverage unless it was fresh blood and a warm, metallic taste of it was savored. But no.

Dracula squinted, reading the weird handwriting in a chalky form on a small black stand in front of the outdoor dining tables and umbrellas. You pay two pounds for a small coffee, and the day’s special was two funfetti cake pops - whatever that was.

He figured that one out: he was smart enough to not go out during daylight, yet he had the knowledge that people sit down at these tables, wearing shades over their eyes (probably to block the sunlight - something Dracula should purchase or even steal for himself), drink coffee and eat biscuits while talking about anything. 

It was nighttime, though. No one was sitting because it was closing hours, the chairs were all stacked up and the front lights at the window displays were turned off. 

Dracula shifted his heel to speed his way to at least ten blocks to save his time, but he stopped to look at someone who was at the café, more likely the back of it. 

He sticks his head into the alleyway, and sees you.

Your apron was used and stained, and you intended on tossing it somewhere to clean it later once you finished taking out the trash. You threw the plastic bags into the dumpster, quietly singing to yourself.

Dracula hears you, maybe the next building that creates the alley could hear you sing as well. 

“Maybe if I'm lucky, you might stay the afternoon. If you gotta work, just promise me you'll come back soon. Maybe you should pack a suitcase too.”

For once, in almost a hundred-thousand centuries - Dracula compares something to angels. A soft voice, no force, yet it was heard so beautifully in that given range. Dracula has heard singing from choirs, tons of it has evolved over generations. He was far too old that he knew every single one. You were different. Your pitch was different, in a good way, too. Almost something straight out of clouds that would try to defy a monster like him.

“I love the thought of you never leavin', days repeatin'. Gettin' steps up on the treadmill while you sleepin', never thought I'd believe in love again.”

You stopped though, and you made your way inside the back entrance with access from your keycard. 

Dracula fast-walked towards the front of the café, now watching you from the glass windows. You now had your bag clutched to your arm, wearing your coat  to keep you from the night cold. He locked his eyes on you as you walked out the door with the bell on top, letting out a loud ding! 

You looked up after locking the door with the keys, and bucked your head a bit when you noticed a tall, handsome man just standing a foot away from you, almost freaking out a bit.

“Sorry, sir. We’re closed,” you at least had to smile despite the creepy situation you were in. “Come back tomorrow.”

“That’s quite a song. It’s about humans participating in intercourse, isn’t it?” 

You step back a bit. The streets at night are very weird, and you needed to get home fast. “I’m sorry?”

“You were singing,” Dracula replies. “Whoever composed such a song with words like that must be very sensual.” 

You frown. “You mean Ariana Grande? You probably haven’t heard 34+35.” And you rush to your car, without even realizing the man can catch up to your car door in a flashing light.

And he did.

You let out a scream and dropped your keys. Like a gentleman, Dracula picks up your keys off the ground, holds it out in front of you, and makes a face. 

“Who’s Ariana Grande?”

THE END

[fablesrose]

Tell Me a Story 3

Summary: It’s go time

Word count: 2,188

Pairing: cop?!Dean x mafia!reader

Square filled: Crack

Warnings: shooting

Masterlist ~ Bingo Masterlist

A/n: For @girl-next-door-writes​ make me feel bingo. This only has a little bit of crack, but it was sure fun to write! One more part after this!

“Hey Angel.”

“Hey Hot Shot,” I smiled as I held my phone to my ear, the nicknames had settled in for us over the past couple of weeks, and I couldn’t deny that I liked using them. “The next monthly meeting is tonight, you ready to put on a show?”

He laughed, “Like it’s ever an act with you sweetheart.”

I snorted, “Yeah, sure.” I sighed, “Alright, for real though, be a loving boyfriend, but don’t be stupid.”

“Roger roger.”

“I guess I’ll meet you there.”

“Yup.” He hung up the phone promptly, leaving me in silence.

I rubbed my hands all over my face, “He’s a professional who’s only acting this way to make it natural and so he can get some sort of promotion. Don’t look too far into it. You’re probably going to go to prison anyway once this is all over with.” Despite telling myself this over and over, it really didn’t make a difference. I groaned and tried to force my face to relax from the smile I was wearing.

I banged my head once against a nearby wall, “Okay, time to get ready to get this over with.”

Before I knew it I was watching Dean pull up and park near my apartment as I walked to the meeting building.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your car?”

“Only every time you see her,” Dean fell into stride beside me.

“I thought we were gonna meet there.”

Dean grabbed my hand, “And how would that look, the boyfriend not escorting his very important girlfriend into an extremely dangerous crowd?”

“Fair point,” I squeezed his hand, smiling softly to myself.

The door squeaked as we opened it, giggling at nothing.

“Glad you love birds could join us.” Chuck sat at the front of the room, looking rather impatient.

I took my place, Dean beside me, and nodded soberly.

“Let’s begin.”

Naomi stepped forward, “Of course, sir. I have some things that need to be looked-”

“I don’t care about that,” Chuck waved his hand as he cut her off.

It took everything in me not to laugh.

“Some of my… sources, have told me that Doctor Hess wants to make a deal with me.”

There was a couple beats of silence before Meg got brave, “Uh, and who is that?”

“The leader of the Lettermen, obviously.”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Letterboys? Really?”

“Yes,” Chuck snapped at us, trying to shut us up, “and Y/n is going to set it all up.”

That sobered me up quickly, “Pardon?”

“You are going to set up the deal. You’re gonna be our middle man.”

I felt my insides shrivel. What he means is that I’ll be the scapegoat.

“Sir, I’d like to accompany her on this assignment if you don’t mind,” Dean said as he took a half step forward.

“I do mind. Starling will be working this alone, directly with me.”

“But sir-”

I placed a hand on his arm, “Dean.” I shook my head, telling him it wasn’t worth it.

He set his jaw and didn’t press any further.

“So, It’s settled then,” Chuck clapped his hands together once, “that’ll be all, you’re dismissed.”

I glanced at Naomi who looked annoyed at not getting her business done, but she wasn’t brave enough to get snapped at again.

It wasn’t much time later when me and Dean were walking back, alone again.

“Why did you do that?”

“Dean-”

“Why did you stop me from pairing up with you?”

“Because, you were doing a great job at being a loving boyfriend, but I also told you not to be stupid. What you were about to do was incredibly stupid.”

“So you’re gonna do it alone?!” Dean sounded angry, I wasn’t exactly sure why.

I turned to face him, “Yeah, I am! I’ve done stuff like this before, and I’ll have to do it again! But do you understand what this means for us??”

“No, I don’t.”

I grabbed him by the shoulders, “We can do something with this… Maybe I can…”

“We can do some sort of sting operation,” Dean quieted down like he was understanding.

“Exactly! I’ll set something up, I’ll feed you all the information...” I nodded my head, “we can do this.”

“Fine,” he turned and started walking again, “you’re still going to be doing most of this alone though.”

“Don’t worry Dean, I won’t mess it up.”

I thought I heard Dean mumble something, but I didn’t ask what it was. The rest of the walk was quiet until we reached where his car was parked.

I ran my hand along her, looking for scratches that didn’t exist.

“Stay safe, alright? I can’t be losing you now, Angel.”

“I will, don’t you worry Hot Shot.” I smiled at waved as he started her up and drove away.

Let’s cut to me probably doing something stupid, but it is the fastest way to get stuff done in these situations.

“I think you’re on the wrong side of town, ma’am.” A group of boys approached me as I walked a quiet street, deep in Lettermen territory.

I sighed, “You’re probably right, but I also heard through the grapevine that a Doctor Hess wants to make a deal. That ring any bells?”

They all glanced at each other before one addressed me, “Stay here.”

I leaned against a nearby building, choosing not to answer him vocally.

After a while, a man closer to my own age approached me.

“Doctor Hess?”

He laughed, “No, my name is Mick Davies. I’m more of a spokesperson. And I’m assuming you’re not Chuck.”

I smiled back at him, both of us keeping our distance, “Yeah, you wish. It’s Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

His smile dropped into a more serious expression, “You are correct when you mentioned a deal. Details are still in need of some finalizing, of course, but the basics are, if you share with us some of your… resources that we hear you have, helping us get on our feet, we’ll give you a part of the profits and keep our boys on our side of the line.”

“Intriguing...” This could be big. If I played my cards right, I could maybe bring down the mobs on both sides of the city. Now to play some cards… “If we come to an agreement of terms, Chuck wants a face to face settlement to seal the deal.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem.” He pulled out a card from his pocket, “My contact information, so we can work out the details before the deal.”

I stepped forward and took it, “Well, it’s been a pleasure, hope I see the least amount possible.”

“Likewise.”

And like that we both turned and went out opposite directions.

That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Maybe this will be easy.

But now to convince Chuck.

“They want the sealing of the deal face to face or it won’t happen.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Maybe this will be easy.

Now to tell Dean the good news!

“Dean, call me back.”

“Dean, I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Hot Shot, if you don’t answer this damn phone I swear I’m not going put this meeting up.”

Why was this not easy.

The meeting was set. It was to happen in an isolated location just outside of town, two weeks away. Chuck was going to bring the goods, loads of weapons and drugs. I had to be there to back Chuck up, as I’m sure Mick would be there to do the same for this Doctor Hess.

“Dean, I sent the information to your phone, please be there with as many men as possible. From your old job, just to be safe.”

I wanted to actually talk to him. I shouldn’t want that. I’ve gotten too close. It doesn’t matter anymore though. He’s stopped talking to me mid job. The worst case scenario is that I somehow get found out and killed. The absolute best case scenario is that everyone goes to jail except me. The one I was fearing most though was the one where I never see Dean again. Unfortunately there were a bunch of options where that happens.

I kept telling myself that it was just a job to him. That this would benefit him. That he would never want to associate with someone from the mafia in normal circumstances.

Maybe going to jail would be good for me.

My phone rang with an unknown number popping up on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey Angel, sorry, I broke my phone.”

“God dammit!” All that worrying for nothing. All the stress that he was somehow dead or leaving me to deal with Chuck by myself. Wasted.

“What?”

“I have been trying to reach you all day. I got the meeting set up, its in two weeks. I’ll send you the place. Both Chuck and Doctor Hess are going to be there with a metric ton of damning evidence in the form of illegal weapons and drugs.”

“That… is awesome!”

“I know right?? I’m gonna need you to bring in all your people.” I soaked it in for a couple of breathes, “I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he’s arrested.”

“You’re not going to be there.” His voice was firm, it was commanding like there was no room for argument.

“Dean...” I spoke regretfully, oh how I wish I could listen to him, “if I’m not there, this all falls apart. This isn’t a personal choice, I have to be there.”

“You could get hurt.”

“Same with every day of my life.”

He sighed, “Fine, but you’re gonna wear a wire so we can communicate.”

“Dean, Chuck may be stupid enough to let you in as a cop, and he may be stupid enough to do this meeting face to face, but he’s not stupid enough-” I paused, “I take that back, he may be that stupid.”

“So it’s settled, you’re going to wear a wire, and I’m gonna bring in all the law enforcement fire power you could ever dream of.”

I laughed, “Deal.”

The meeting came all too quickly. I was wearing a wire, like Dean asked me, but I did not enjoy it, it seemed to be all that was on my mind. Everyone arrived separately. It was decided that I would arrive first and scout out the area, kicking out any lurkers. Then Mick was to show, then the bosses.

Dean was talking in my ear, telling me that they were ready, that anytime now Chuck and Doctor Hess was going to be arrested.

“The profits of the supplies will be split 70/30 right?” Chuck was chatting with Doctor Hess, me and Mick farther out.

Hess huffed, “That’s hardly enough to cover our other expenses, 50/50 split.”

“Come on Doc, there has to be something in it for me, 60/40.”

Her stare was withering, but Chuck was always an idiot, “Fine.”

They shook on it and Chuck directed her to the product a little ways away.

“Chopper is coming in to get eyes, then we’ll fall in,” Dean said.

I hummed discretely to tell him I heard and started to glance around the dark sky, supposedly looking for stars.

Eventually the helicopter flew in with a spotlight shining down on us.

“Finally,” I spoke out loud, glad this was going to be over.

But I might have spoken a bit too loudly since Chuck pulled out a gun, “You bitch!”

I faced him, my arms crossed against my chest, “Been called a lot worse you motherfucker.”

“FBI! Drop the weapon!” Dean was at the front of the group in an FBI vest, aiming his gun at Chuck. The rest of the agents surrounded the area and quickly started arresting Hess and Mick.

Chuck hesitated, but in the end he shot at me. I tried to move quickly but he still grazed my shoulder. Chuck looked like he wanted to shoot me again, but Dean took two shots before he could, one to the hand holding the gun and another to his leg, effectively making him drop the gun and fall to the ground. Dean directed a couple of agents to Chuck while he ran over to me.

“Man, you really are a hot shot Hot Shot.” I laughed as I pressed a hand against my shoulder.

“I can’t believe you just stood there as Chuck aimed a gun at you. That is so dangerous,” he made sure I was comfortable before he called for a medic.

“Chuck isn’t that great with precision weapons, look, he just grazed me!” I laid my clean hand on his arm, “Thank you. This means so much to me, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

The medics came and started to push Dean back so she could get to me.

“You helped get Sam out, how ‘bout we stay in touch and we’ll call it even?”

I nodded, “You got it Hot Shot.”

“They’ll take good care of you, Angel.”

Best Buds: @kitkatd7​ @snarky--starky​ @confetti-its-an-imagine-blog ​ @kaogasm​

Dean: @akshi8278​ @msmarvelouswinchester

TMAS: @flamencodiva

[leviathans-watching]

Sticks & Stones Chapter 2

The next morning you made your way down to breakfast and threw Mammon's jacket back to him.

"Thanks for letting me borrow it," You smiled, and he returned it easily, patting the empty seat next to him.

"You should be thankin' me. It's not every day THE great Mammon lets someone borrow his stuff! Just remember yours next time, got it?"

You grabbed a scone from the tray on the table and sat down next to him, waving at the rest of the brothers. You were the last one to breakfast, as you had needed to find your jacket before coming down.

"Morning," Asmo grinned at you from across the table and you returned the greeting, nudging Belphie, who was on the other side of you and nodding off.

Like usual, Satan and Asmo were the first to leave, followed by Mammon and Levi, then Lucifer a moment later.

"If you linger around here any longer, you're going to be late," Lucifer reminded you, Beel, and Belphie, and the three of you got ready to go.

"Why are you walking with us, MC?" Beel asked, and you shrugged, pulling on your backpack.

"Mammon had to do something and told me I could walk with you if I wanted."

The three of you walked to RAD, the atmosphere nice and easy. Stopping at the doors, Beel put a hand on your arm.

"Hey, want to work out with me after school?"

You quickly made up your mind, not wanting to turn him down. "Sure. I'll come to your room after I'm done with my tasks."

"Cool."

You broke apart when the bell rang, signaling you only had a few minutes to get to class.

* * *

Mammon's words played in your head, mixing with Beel's request. Mammon had made you feel better the night before, but Beel had obviously asked you to work out with him because he pitied you, right?

You don't suggest working out with someone unless the person needs to get in shape or something.

Plus, it was really unusual of Beel to invite other people, so it must be really bad.

Reminding yourself that Mammon had said not to let your thoughts control you, you put it out of your mind and tried to focus on the lecture.

Moving through your classes, it was a relief when lunch came. You had lunch C, with only Asmo and the angels, so you grabbed your tray and took your seat next to Luke, who had a frown on his face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked, giving him your apple.

"Just the normal stuff, demons being jerks," He sighed, looking down at his tray.

"Are you alright? Who was it?" You prodded, and he shrugged, unable to point them out.

"I don't know. I'm just sick of it. I wish everyone would leave me alone. Simeon doesn't have this problem, neither do you. I guess I am just pathetic." He laughed emptily, dragging a hand across his face.

Looking up, you spotting Simeon and Asmo coming your way, and figuring they didn't need to be privy to your conversation you pulled Luke up, walking to the hallway with him, mouthing to Asmo to give you a minute.

You sat outside the lunchroom, back against the wall. "What do you mean? You're not pathetic. You're one of the best people I know!"

Luke sighed. "Everyone always teases me, calling me a chihuahua and stuff, and no one ever takes me seriously. I'm tired of it. It's so hard being around you and Solomon and Simeon, because you guys are so cool and amazing, and I just feel like I'm not, because if I was, I wouldn't be getting made fun of, you know?"

You frowned, a bit taken aback by his assessment of the situation. "Luke, that's so not true. I've always looked up to you, to be honest."

Luke glanced up at you. "Really?"

"Well, yeah. No matter what, you always stay strong and push forward." You told him truthfully. You had always admired Luke. You had seen him getting teased but had assumed he was able to brush it off as he had never said anything about it.

Looks like you were wrong.

"That means a lot, MC. Thank you." Luke smiled up at you, and you wondered if this is what it felt like to have a little brother.

"No problem. I think we're going to miss lunch if we don't get back, though, so let's hurry."

The two of you walked back to your table and sat down, brushing aside the questions from the others.

It surprised you that Luke put you in the same group as Simeon, a literal angel, and Solomon, a powerful sorcerer. You had always thought yourself beneath them, but to have someone else, another angel compare you to them, it made you think.

"MC, what are you doing after RAD?" Asmo asked you, and you remembered your plans.

"I'm working out with Beel. Strange that he asked me, right?" You commented around a mouthful of food, and he nodded with pursed lips.

"I guess. Not too out of character though."

Now Asmo was acting weird. You saw Simeon and Luke exchange a look and knew you weren't being crazy.

"Okay. Why do you ask?" You questioned and Asmo brightened.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have a night out, but I see now that it'd be stupid to have it on a Tuesday anyway." He smiled at you, peach hair shining in the light. "Let's do it on Saturday, okay?"

"Alright," You agreed reluctantly. "But nothing to crazy."

"Of course not!" He laughed. "Who do you take me for? A party animal?"

"Only slightly, Asmo, only slightly."

* * *

Finished with your tasks for the day you changed into sweatpants and a tank top, pulling on a lightweight sweatshirt over it.

Making your way to Beel and Belphie's room, you knocked on the door and waited, hearing movement inside. It was opened a moment later by a similarly dressed Beel, minus the sweatshirt, who shut the door behind him.

"Ready?"

You nodded, and he led the way to the gym down the road. You had been a few times, but much preferred to either not work out or run outside, due to how intimidated you felt by all of the demons who were able to lift several hundred pounds and do other things like that.

Walking in, Beel nodded to a few people who were standing by the desk, and they all looked you up and down, seemingly unimpressed.

You started on cardio, finding some treadmills in the back to warm up on.

While you ran next to Beel, you wondered how intense your work out was going to be. You had only eaten the scone for breakfast, and your talk with Luke had taken away most of your time for lunch, so you were only able to scarf down a sandwich, a cookie, and some celery.

Not super filling.

Feeling a little faint, you slowed to a walk and Beel did the same, looking over at you.

"What's up? We've barely started?"

"Oh I know, I just," You stalled, trying to think of an excuse.

He softened, stopping his treadmill. "MC, c'mon. Let's stop pretending."

"What?" You asked, out of breath still, also stopping. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please." He rolled his eyes, but you could tell there was no rude intent behind it.  "We were worried, so Mammon told us what was up."

You blanched, frowning. Mammon went behind your back and told everyone? How could he?

As if he knew what you were thinking, Beel grabbed you and waked you outside. You stumbled after him, still stuck on how Mammon betrayed you.

"He was worried about you. We all were, MC." Beel sat on the grass. You waited for a beat, but sat next to him, embarrassment coursing through you.

"Well now you know," You mumbled, pulling at the grass by your leg. "Why'd you ask me to work out if you knew then? Was it to mock me?"

Beel shook his head, putting his large hand over yours. "No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to prove something to you."

"Yeah? What was it? How fat and slow I am compared to you?"

Your harsh words hung in the air.

"Is that what you think?" Beel asked, and you shrugged.

"What else am I supposed to think?"

"I wanted to show you you need to maintain a balance, which you haven't been doing," Beel explained, and you turned away from him, watching the House of Lamentation, which was right in front of you, since Beel had basically walked back into its front yard.

"I eat a ton, but I also work out a lot to make up for it. Balance. Belphie sleeps during lessons but works extra hard on tasks and homework. Balance. You don't maintain balance. I see you push yourself so hard and never take time for yourself, or you don't take care of yourself properly. It's about balance."

"Oh." You were quiet, hoping your voice didn't break. "I see."

"That's all. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was mocking you or anything." Beel squeezed your hand, and you looked over at him.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Thanks for this."

"You're good." Beel's stomach growled, interrupting him. You both laughed, and he stood. "I'm going to go get food, wanna come with?"

"I'll hang here. Thanks though." You watched Beel walk away and weren't sure how to feel. On one hand, Mammon had told everyone something you had told him in private. On the other, you knew the boys were only worried about you and he had good intentions.

Plus, if the events of today were anything to go by, you should be expecting a visit and talk from each of the brothers eventually. You already knew Asmo was going to go all out, which was probably the reason he wanted to hang on Saturday.

Sighing, you leaned back so you were laying in the grass. There was a tree above you, and you just watched it swaying in the wind until footsteps sounded.

Sitting up, you saw Mammon approaching apprehensively.

Tags: @nimeryaa​

Chapter 1 

S&S Masterlist

Chapter 3

[kettlewrites]

private school!jaemin

*mark’s voice* let’s get it 

oh before we get it,, dedicated to my true love @heartmins i love u bb<3 

[also it’s longer than i expected so there’s a keep reading]

okay so,,, we’ll call the school Season High ,, like Czennies woot okay so Season High is a pretty well known as it’s one of the biggest private schools in the middle of Seoul

a ton of millionaire kids attend it,,, but how did you get there? last time you checked, you weren’t a big millionaire bathing in money

so you happened to have a dead beat dad who left you when you were younger,,, but would only contact you to give you money for your schooling

you hated him for it, but your mother tried to convince you that it was for the better

either way,, you were attending the top private school.

you weren’t that popular,, as most would think,,,

the bratty girls would tear you to shreds, physically and mentally

ever since you stepped foot into that school,, your life had been a living hell because of those girls

they would call you names, pull your hair and even rip your homework to shreds

but you couldn’t do anything about it because you knew that they could ruin your life completely with a snap of their rich little fingers

throughout the years you lost your happiness,, you were only there just to graduate at this point

which is why you let out a sigh of relief when you realized that senior year was finally here

you were sitting in your new homeroom class, staring out the window as you waited for class to start

a familiar snicker entered your ear causing you to turn your head, it was her

rachel, don’t ask why i knew a mean rachel >:( was standing at the other side of the room with her group of friends just staring at you

“i guess it’ll be one last year together isn’t that right y/n?” she smiles before taking her seat

a groan bounced off your chest before you turned back to look out the window

noticing a group of guys in the courtyard, laughing and playing with each other

you hadn’t seen half of them before,, actually you hadn’t seen all but one before today

perhaps they were transfers from another town or school

this,, is where jaemin comes in

jaemin was apart of the group of guys

he was celebrating with his friends that they were finally in their senior year,, donghyuck and renjun being transfers from different towns as jeno was just coming back from studying abroad to graduate with with his best friend

“senior year~” renjun sighs as they walked into the prestigious building, “i never thought i’d see the day.”

“is your crush in your homeroom again?” hyuck teases

jaemin laughs,, which causes all the underclassmen girls to swoon at their lockers

did i mention that jaemin had everyone wrapped around his dainty finger?

he wasn’t apart of any stuck up, rich kid clique,, it was more because of his handsome aura and kindness to everything/one

the kid could smile and everyone’s world lights up

he literally makes the ugly school uniform look like something that came off the runway

sadly,, the boys were separated in homerooms so jaemin walked to his alone

he was in your homeroom, cliche isn’t it?

not really,, remember how you only knew one boy out of the group,, because you knew jaemin

he had been in your homeroom every year,, and you were actually thankful for it

because even if you didn’t have many friends,, nor a good standing with the people in the school

jaemin was still the nicest to you,, which at first you didn’t understand why because what did he gain from it?

in his eyes he gains the world,, and one of the greatest friends ever

as soon as he enters the room,, he spots you at the back of the room

HIS ENTIRE WORLD LIGHTS UP

because like how he makes underclassmen swoon,, you make him completely melt

that crush hyuck was talking about? oh yeah,, that was you

maybe it developed in freshman year when you two first met on the staircase

where he found you crying after rachel poured milk on you during lunch

where he sat there,, and skipped two class periods just to comfort you even though you two just met

or maybe it was during maths,, when he was obviously struggling and you offered to help him because you felt like you owed him after he comforted you

and he thought you were an angel sent from heaven,, as you bit onto your pencil trying to figure out a way to explain how the concept worked

or was it sophomore year?

when you two had biology together,, and you would always skip every other week just to sit in the courtyard and eat five boxes of pocky and talk about the meaning of life

possibly it could’ve been junior year,, when you stepped out of your comfort zone (mainly cause your mom made you lets be completely real) and went to the junior prom,,

and there you were,, looking incredible and jaemin spent the entire night with you

with stars in his eyes and his heart on a treadmill

well whenever it was,, jaemin knew he had a H U G E crush on you

okay,, so he takes the seat right next to you and slams his hand on your desk

“good morning!”

it earns a jump from you,, and you were about to curse at him but the teacher walks in

so,, after receiving your schedule you realized that you had almost every class with jaems

which jaemin is ecstatic about,, like out of the roof

but lunch comes around ,, and you go to your usual area which is just hanging around in the library and eat your sandwich or something while using one of the computers for an hour

and jaemin is just being a giddy, happy pup while eating lunch with the boys

they all have at least two classes together,, except for renjun who sadly only one class with jeno but at least he has the same lunch with everyone right? 

so,,, flash forward ~

it’s maybe two months into the school year

you’ve basically been spending your schooldays with jaemin,, and finally a week ago you started having lunch with the boys

finally,,, you had friends

you and jaemin were still,, great friends but you noticed that you had been viewing him differently this year

maybe it was a few weeks ago,, but you started thinking about him constantly

his breathtaking smile,, his amazing laugh,, or the way his eyes constantly had a twinkle in them

and you,,, were sitting in BC Calculus and when you looked over to jaemin that’s when you feel your heart flip in your chest for the first time

now it happens at least ten times a day,, and you’re going completely insane

but you know who was going just as insane as you were?

na jaemin

because ,,, homecoming was coming up and he had no idea how to ask you,,, bc he decided that this was the year he needed to grow the balls to just ask you out finally

he wrote out so many ideas down before getting to the perfect idea

something that would win you over,,, right?

let’s just hope

and the time had come,, and jaemin was already running in circles because the worse thing that could ever happen,,, happened

it was pouring down,, and his plan was suppose to happen outside in the courtyard,, where the friendship had firstly blossomed

but who cared,, because he still asked you to meet him in the courtyard during lunch

“are you being serious? jaemin it’s pouring outside.”

“y/n please,, it’s really important.”

you were in a dilemma too because you just couldn’t say no so you agreed to meet him out there even if you had a chance of being struck by lightening

the clock was ticking down,, jaemin had skipped english and was scrambling around the school to get the stuff ready

when the bell rang, you made your way down to the courtyard cursing under your breath as the rain pelted down onto you

and there he was,, just standing there completely drenched with a giant smile that you could see from a mile away

you couldn’t help laughing when you were standing face to face with him

“so what was so important for you to drag me out here na jaemin?”

“i wanted to ask you something.” he was internally screaming

you raised an eyebrow, even though he probably couldn’t see it and took a step closer to him

his hand goes to grab yours, he dry swallows before going to say what was on his mind

“ᶦ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵐᶦˡᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᶠ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉʸ ᶦ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒᵐᵉᶜᵒᵐᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ“ 

“i can’t hear you over the rain jaems.” you shout, “what did you say?”

“I REALLY LIKE YOU PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GO TO HOMECOMING WITH ME.” he shouts, startling you

your eyes widen but instantly a smile grows on your face, “you like me?”

he nods, his cheeks grow hot and flush a bright red but it was too dark outside to even notice

“thank god.” you finally say after processing your emotions, “thank fucking god because i really like you too.”

so yeah, you two end up going to homecoming together

and at the end of the night,, even though you both didn’t make it official official,, everyone accepted you two as a couple,, you and jaems did too

but now here you two were,, standing outside of your house at midnight

the stars were shining and he was holding your head gently

you turned to go inside but jaemin pulls you back and for a second he just stares before looking at your lips

“can i kiss you?” he asks softly, his cheeks flushing a soft tint of pink

“of course you—“

and that’s when it happens. his lips were pressed against yours, moving ever so softly as you two stood your door lamp. something about it was magical, maybe because you had daydreamed about this since you two confessed to each other. you didn’t want it to stop,, but you two needed to breathe

and yeah,, i honestly don’t know how to end this so yeah this is how i’m gonna end this. whoops sorry it’s literally trash ;; i thought i was out of my rut but apparently im not :[ maybe i’ll delete this,, but who knows

[carolunea-matea]

Mistletoe

A/N: Well this is my first time trying out a writing challenge.  And of course, I take on a 12-part challenge. @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing are running Kari and Ida’s 12 days of SPN Christmas.  This is day seven. Mistletoe

“I’ll see you tonight at the party?” Jade asked me as we were pulling our coats on, getting ready to leave work.

“I don’t know. I hate going to these things dateless.” I shrugged.

“Oh, come on! It’s going to be fun! Maybe you’ll meet someone!” She wiggled her eyebrows making me laugh.

“Maybe…” I really didn’t have anything else to do.

“Look, Sam’s big brother just moved to town. I’m sure he doesn’t have any plans tonight. Let me text Sam and see if Dean is up for the party tonight. If he is, I’ll tell him to pick you up at your house around 7:30. Worst case scenario, you end up with a new friend and we get to spend more time together!”

“A blind date? Really, J?” she was already texting Sam. I rolled my eyes.

“He’s related to Sam, Carebear! Practically raised him! He can’t be that bad! Sam did graduate from Stanford with honors after all.”

She had a point. Sam was a great guy. This couldn’t be that bad.

“Yes! Dean will be at your place at 7:30! I’m so excited! I ‘ve been wanting to set you two up since Sam told me he was moving here!”

I just shook my head and laughed.

“Well now I have to go get all cute and shit. Thank god this is a dressy casual thing. I don’t think I could handle having to get all decked out tonight. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

We waved good bye as we headed for our cars.

 By the time I got home it was almost 6 o’clock. I jumped in the shower after pulling out my dark skinny jeans, a burgundy sweater, and a dark green top to so underneath.

It was almost 7 by the time I had my hair dried and curled, makeup applied, and was running around my house looking for my knee-high boots. I had finally found them when my doorbell rang.

“Coming!” I yelled as I hopped down my hallway pulling on my left boot. I knocked into the table I dropped my mail and keys on every day.

“Ow! Fuck!” I was still rubbing my hip as I opened the door.

There before me stood an emerald eyed, dark haired, drop dead gorgeous man.

“Hey, you must be Caroline. You ok?” He was smirking obviously having heard my run in with the table.

I laughed, “Yeah, the table just attacked me is all. Nice to meet you. Come in. I still have to get my coat.”

He walked in and shut the door behind him. I led him to the living room and told him to make himself at home.

“So, you and Jade work together at the hospital?” He asked as I dug through the closet looking for my leather jacket.

“Yeah. She’s one of my techs in the main pharmacy. We’ve worked together for, wow for five years now. I actually remember when she met Sam. She was like a school girl! Couldn’t wait to talk about every date they had.” I chuckled at the memory.

“Yeah, Sammy would call me after every date, too. She’d a good woman. She’s good for my brother.”

“Sam’s a great guy. J told me you practically raised him. You did a good job.” I had just pulled on my burgundy hat and match gloves and was buttoning my short leather trench.

“Thanks. Dad was on the road a lot. Mom, she passed when Sammy was six months old. Our Uncle Bobby watched us a lot, but yeah. We pretty much only had each other.”

I grabbed my purse, “Ok, I’m ready.”

“Let’s party!” Dean joked standing up and opening the door for me. He offered me his arm with a goofy grin on his face.

“Why thank you, kind sir!” I teased in a southern belle accent.

We laughed as we walked to his car. My jaw dropped.

“Holy Shit! A 67 Impala? She’s beautiful!” I walked around his car impressed.

“A woman who knows her cars. Nice.”

“Not all cars. But this, this is my dream car.” Dean was opening the passenger side door for me. I got in and rubbed the dash and the seats before pulling on my seat belt.

“This is my Baby. She was my Dad’s. When he passed, I got her.”

Dean had just bought his own mechanic shop. We talked about cars, my job, how cute Sam and Jade were together. All the random first date stuff. We were laughing about our favorite episode of Friends when we pulled up to the bar the Christmas party was at. Sam and Jade were just arriving as well.

“Well look at you two, laughing and getting along,” Sam teased and Dean opened my door for me.

“Hush, Sammy. Respect your elders!” I teased right back.

“Oh God, you’ve already started telling her stories, haven’t you?” Sam glared at Dean while I gave Jade a hug.

“Oh my God! How did I not think about that? Dean, please! You have to!” I gave Sam a hung before spinning around to look at Dean.

“Oh, there are tons of them! We have all night. Let’s get inside and get drinks. I hope there’s pie.” Dean grabbed my hand and led the way into the bar.

My co-workers called out to Jade and me with a chorus of “Merry Christmas”.  We said hello to everyone and I introduced Dean around.

“What’s your drink?” Dean asked in my ear so I could hear him over the noise in the bar. I got chills.

“Captain and Diet and a shot of Patron.”

“Coming up!” Dean and Sam walked to the bar to get the first round of drinks. As soon as they were far enough away, I smacked Jade’s arms.

“Dude! You didn’t warn me about how hot he is!”

She laughed.

“Well what did you expect? He’s related to Sam.”

“Fair point. But, my God, those eyes!” I fanned myself to further my point.

We pulled off our outerwear and hung them on chairs reserved for our party as Dean and Sam walked back with our drinks. We drank to Christmas and family with our shots and settled in to our seats.

“Ok, everyone! We have our food to the left and we’re going to start karaoke in about twenty minutes. Solo, duets, and groups are all welcome! Let’s have some fun tonight!” The head nurse of the hospital’s trauma center, Meaghan, announced.

We all cheered as people started going to sign up.

“Santa Baby?” I asked Jade. It was a sort of tradition for the two of us to perform the song together.

“Absolutely!”

I told them I’d be right back and went to sign us up.

“You guys carrying on tradition?” Stephanie, one of the trauma nurse’s asked.

“Of course!”

“Who is that guy you walked in with? He’s fucking hot!”

“Dean. He’s Sam’s brother and just moved into town. J fixed us up on a blind date tonight,” I explained, taking a large sip of my drink.

“Good luck!” Steph said while nudging me with her shoulder. I laughed as I walked away.

Back at the table, Jade and Sam were smiling widely while Dean shot a dirty look at them.

“Whoa! What did I miss?”

“Oh nothing,” Jade responded, not making it sound like nothing.

I shrugged it off and sat back down.

Two and a half drinks later, Jade and I were called up to do our song.

“Now up, your favorite duet in the pharmacy and at the Christmas party, Caroline and Jade!”

Our group cheered and Sam and Dean threw in a couple cat calls.

Jade and I laughed our way to the stage.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Jade began the song giggling.

Santa baby, a '67 Impala too, dark blue I'll wait up for you, dear Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

I sang, walking toward Dean, shrugging at the color of the car, shooting him a wink. We were now standing in front of Sam and Dean and pulled them to the stage with us.

Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be also good If you'll check off my Christmas list

We alternated the lines. Circling the men while we continued.

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot Been an angel all year Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed To a platinum mine Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring I don't mean on the phone Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry, tonight

 When we finished, we turned back to the guys to see Sam down on one knee. My jaw dropped as I turned my face to look at Jade, who had dropped her microphone. I slowly walked to stand next to Dean.

“Jade, we’ve been together for four years. I don’t want to spend anymore time not being your husband. Will you marry me?”

The room had fallen silent. Our co-workers all holding their breath waiting for Jade’s answer.

“Of course, I will,” she replied in a barely audible whisper.

“She said Yes!!” I screamed jumping up and down in excitement, tears streaming down my face.

The room erupted in applause while Sam slipped the ring on Jade’s finger before they kissed.

They were the talk of the rest of the party. Everyone congratulating them and hugging the couple while we were dancing.

Dean and I walked over to the food table and began filling our plates. We were about to head back to our table when I heard Sam yell, “Hey Dean! Look up!”

We both looked up to notice we were standing directly under a mistletoe.

Dean smiled taking both of our plates and putting them on the table. He placed one hand on my hip and the other on the back of my head.

“I’ve been waiting all night to find an excuse to do this,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me.

I could feel myself blushing as I stood on my toes, my hands traveling behind his neck.  His lips parted and kissed me deeper.

It wasn’t until I heard the cat calls from my co-workers that I slowly pulled away blushing bright red.

“I am so glad Jade talked me into coming tonight.” I was grinning ear to ear.

@idk-wtf-is-happening (Merry Christmas, Darling!)

[dawnofaqua]

Green Looks Good On You

Danny posts a lot of nudes and Roy doesn’t like it.

A/N: This is a prompt that was sent to me by an anon. I worked on this for a while, and I kept postpone the day I would post it because something bothered me about it and thanks to Lemonade, I found out what it is: that I don’t enjoy writing about some topics unless I make clear that I don’t feel the same way as the characters.

So, I thought I should make a little disclaimer before this: first of all I don’t know Roy or Danny and this is purely fictional, of course, but the most important thing is another one. Jealousy can be cute to an extent, but once it becomes toxic - as in “I want my partner to stop doing x because I don’t like it” it’s not cute anymore. Being in love shouldn’t mean you want to tear your lover’s wings apart just because you’re scared or because you want them all for yourself. That’s not love, that’s obsession and it’s not healthy. Please, if you ever find yourself in a relationship or friendship that makes you think “I don’t want to do this because x would get mad” consider leaving that person. Now, onto the fiction!

Roy had always been used to sleeping for only a few hours per night: when he moved to New York, between his work as a seamstress and his shows in drag at night, he would be able to sleep only around four hours before the alarm was ready to get him out of bed early in the morning. Even now that he was more successful and he could relax whenever he wanted, there was this rush, this need of doing more and more, to fill every hour with something. It wasn’t weird that anyone would call him a workaholic, and he never really cared. Relaxing was good and everything, but after a few hours he’d feel anxious, thinking that he was wasting time. D.J., once, had joked that he needed a Momo in his life, and Roy had just rolled his eyes at the time, snapping back and telling him that he was even surprised the other one would know the book at all. He was confident, though, that he wasn’t losing time. It was actually well spent in his mind, after all, his fans were always happy with his work, why would he stop then?

The thought that maybe he needed to slow down at least for a few days arrived during his traveling for the premiere of Hurricane Bianca. He wasn’t on tour with his show in May and until the end of June he wouldn’t have to leave the US, and when people told him he was lucky to have almost two months of relax, he just laughed and pointed at everything he still had to do. There was DragCon, tough he would be there only for one day to sign his new book, Hurricane Bianca was gonna come out, and the whole Drag Tots had just been announced after he worked on it with a few of his friends. To think he would actually take two months to just recharge was funny, at least to him.

But then, when the various premieres of Hurricane Bianca had finished, Roy just needed to open Instagram to witness how much he needed some time off. He had been posting photos and answered few of his friends as well, but he didn’t pay too much attention at anything - except for the whole Acid Betty thing, since everyone texted him about it - while he was travelling.

Roy was greeted with a picture of Adore on tour. He knew she was in England, and she looked happy in the picture - she was surely having a shit ton of fun. He just needed to see her smile to feel suddenly empty.

They talked in the last few days, mostly because of the way Danny acted a few days before. Shane texted him about the whole situation, and after reading his tweets, Roy thought he could give him a hand to understand what he did that night, talking so loudly at 4 am, was wrong. It wasn’t really cute, mostly because Danny was stubborn and childish sometimes, and he didn’t want to understand what Roy was trying to tell him. They didn’t argue, at least not too much, and while Roy wasn’t sure the other one had understood what he was trying to make him understand, at least he gave him something to think about. They texted a few times, mostly to know how they were doing, but it surely wasn’t like talking face to face.

That’s what made him feel empty. They had spent so much time together at the start of the year, he was growing used to having Danny around him most of the time, and once he was back on tour through the States, it was difficult to realize he couldn’t simply get up, call Danny and tell him they could hang out that night. It was something he then got used to all over again as soon as the tour kept going, but it still bothered him.

Roy clicked on the username of his friend: he decided to go through his latest posts, just to see what he has been up to, maybe leave a few comments and let him know he was thinking about him.

Most of the pictures were from the tour, obviously. There were also a few pictures of places he had seen while travelling, some with his friends… and naked pictures.

Now, that wasn’t something new - Danny had always been open about his sexuality and he liked to post pictures like this one, but the thought didn’t make Roy feel any better. He usually ignored them, because everytime he could feel his stomach tighten in a strong grip that resembled jealousy too much for his taste; just thinking about it was scary. Danny was young, he liked to have fun and Roy didn’t want to ruin their beautiful friendship in any way. He couldn’t have feelings for Danny, no, it was out of discussion.

He had to repeat to himself those words while he decided to stop looking at the photos, especially after reading all the comments of people praising him for his appearance. He didn’t want to get upset about Danny simply being himself and living his life, especially since they were probably gonna see each other the next day - he was going back to Los Angeles and the other one was coming back from England - or even to the people that commented. It wasn’t their fault Roy was jealous, not even Danny’s, it was his own for letting himself feel anything remotely romantic towards his friend.

He put down the phone and called it a night. The flight was early in the morning the next day, and he had to rest at least a bit if he didn’t want to look like a mess - and lingering his thoughts more on the matter would’ve never let him close his eyes. He got under the blankets, took a deep breath and tried to fall asleep, praying that his own feelings would’ve let him rest for once.

Of course, Roy couldn’t sleep at all that night. He kept turning around, waiting for his eyes to finally get heavier and let him slowly lose consciousness, but he had never been lucky with that. His brain kept reminding him of all those pictures, Danny’s face in everyone of them with that little smirk of someone that knew how attractive they were, the comments of everyone complimenting him… it was almost painful, at some point.

In the end, Roy got up for his flight with zero sleep, got dressed up and took the plane and went home. He managed to sleep at least a bit during the flight, even if he kept waking up for a few minutes and then fall asleep again, but at least he wasn’t as exhausted as he was when he woke up that morning. He also managed to stop thinking about the pictures, and when he arrived home he was just happy to see his babies again.

“Hi baby, come here.”

He called Dede, that was still jumping in front of him even when he sat down and took Sammy on the couch with him. She was always a little more energetic than the other dog, but that day it was more than usual; Dede was jumping and barking like she did when someone was coming and she could hear them already, but Roy wasn’t expecting any visitors. He was actually thinking to go to sleep for a while, since that day he didn’t have any work to do, and wanted to try to rest for the next day.

His plans were cancelled as soon as Dede sprinted to the main door, just a few seconds before someone rang the bell. Roy sighed, then got up from the couch after stroking Sammy’s head one last time and yelled a “Coming!” loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear him.

He knew Danny was gonna come back that day, but as soon as he saw his friend in front of him, that stupid grin printed on his face and his luggage behind him, Roy was surprised. After last night, he pushed any kind of thought about Danny deep down, where they were gonna be out of sight in his own brain, but as soon as he saw him they broke free and filled his mind. The photos, especially, were still there - and he could feel his blood boiling in his veins. For a few seconds he even considered slamming the door in front of Danny’s face, but as soon as he was able to find control again, Roy remembered that it wasn’t Danny’s fault that those pictures made him angry. He didn’t want to be harsh to him, so instead of slapping him, Roy managed to smile and even hug Danny, that let out a laugh while hugging him back.

“I’m back, bitch!”

He chirped in Roy’s ear, so loud he almost made him deaf. Roy chuckled, patting his back for a few seconds; he was still on the edge, but the more he could feel the warmth of Danny’s body against his, the more he was feeling comfortable. It was always a mystery to him how the younger one was able to calm him with just a smile or a hug.

“I can see that.”

The reply came out a little more harsh than intended, but thankfully Danny thought it was just one of his jokes and laughed again, breaking the hug. Roy held him for a few seconds more, until he had to do the same to not raise any question - even if it wasn’t what he wanted to do. After all, he missed Danny a lot in the last weeks, more than he felt comfortable admitting.

Roy glanced at the luggage behind Danny’s back and raised an eyebrow, giving a questioning look to the younger one.

“You came here straight from the airport?” When Danny nodded, Roy couldn’t help but sigh. “You live next door, you should’ve stopped there first!”

Danny didn’t look like he cared at all about what Roy was saying; he took the bag with him, entering the older man’s house and then said hi to the dogs with a high pitched voice. Roy just closed the door, and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit: Dede was trying to jump in Danny’s arms, but she was clearly too little to be able to, at least until Danny decided to get down to get her.

“I couldn’t! I wanted to see you and these babies… I missed you all so much.”

Danny mumbled, while he was busy covering Dede with kisses. He then did the same to Sammy, once they were all on the couch, and surprisingly enough he even gave Roy a quick kiss on the cheek. He had always been affectionate, but for Roy everytime he gave him that kind of attention, it was a beautiful surprise he didn’t think he deserved at all.

Of course, that was the only thing he needed to completely forget about those pictures. He smiled, simply happy to have his best friend back, even if he gave Danny a little punch on his arm.

“Ever heard of consent?”

“Come on, it was just a little kiss!”

Danny complained, making Roy laugh loudly - and he joined the laugh immediately afterwards. They spent some time like that, just talking: Danny was clearly not pissed at him after the whole 4am thing, he even told Roy he was right and that he was simply pissed in the heat of the moment, and then they talked about their travellings in the last weeks. Roy talked about the different premieres of Hurricane Bianca; they all went well, people seemed to like the movie just as much as the first one if not more and he was really proud of Matt and his crew’s work. He was hoping they would make another one, and maybe this time Adore could be in it. Danny was simply happy just thinking about the possibility of finally working on a movie together, after last year’s mess.

Then it was Danny’s turn. While Roy managed to witness how happy he looked on tour thanks to some of the photos, hearing from him directly that it was the time of his life and that he really enjoyed being able to interact with his fans and feel their love. Roy could listen to him talk all night, and even without saying anything at all, just like he was doing in that exact moment. His enthusiasm made Roy smile, and he caught himself almost stroking his head at some point, but then managed to stop before Danny could notice. He knew the younger one probably wouldn’t read too much into it, but after last night, Roy felt that if he tried anything remotely affectionate, he would give away what he was feeling. It was almost as if he feared Danny would be able to see through his chest and realize how his heart would beat faster everytime he was nearby.

Danny leaned on him, placing his head on Roy’s shoulder once he decided to stop talking. Maybe he was tired as well, after all he just came back from another country - and he was more than ready to let him sleep there, in his bed. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time; it was something they always did, now that they lived next to each other more than ever.

Instead, Danny looked up to him, his eyes twinkling like everytime he was ready to drag him out of the house, and then smiled.

“How about we go out and get something to drink? It’s been so long!”

Roy sighed; he knew Danny would ask him something like that, and while usually he was more than happy to go out with him as well, after the last couple of weeks he was just looking forward to a chill night on his couch, maybe with a glass of wine and a movie on.

“I think I’ll pass today. I didn’t get much sleep last night, I just really want to rest.”

Danny pouted, poking his arm for few seconds before he sighed as well. He was ready to hear the younger one complain, like he usually did when Roy declined his invitations, but instead he placed his head on his shoulder again for a few seconds before getting up. He didn’t look pissed off, he was smiling again.

“All right, but we’re still drinking and you can’t say no!”

He chirped then, and without waiting for Roy to answer him, Danny made his way to the kitchen. He knew where Roy had what he called “the good stuff”, and it didn’t take him too much to come back with bottles of different drinks and two glasses.

“You know, we shouldn’t mix those--”

“Oh shut up, I’m not a baby. I know what I’m doing.”

Roy let out a laugh, then decided to let Danny do whatever he wanted. After all, if he was sure they could get wasted without any problem, he had to know he was free the next day. While Danny was usually wild and ready to party everyday, he also loved his work as much as Roy did, so he probably wouldn’t drink too much if he knew he had to do something in the morning. It was always difficult for Roy to stop acting like his mother; he would always worry about Danny’s well being, even if now the other one was a little older and a little more mature, even if he never lost his childish vibe.

Roy didn’t want to sound too much like a party pooper, so he simply sighed and took the glass that Danny was giving him. After a while, they both had drunk a few glasses together, and they were definitely in a happier mood. They were still talking, but this time there were more giggles, and Roy didn’t feel the need to be less affectionate than usual. At some point, he even held Danny close, while the younger one was playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“You’re finally back at being yourself, bitch. I was worried.”

Danny said after a while, a softer smile on his face. Roy didn’t understand: he frowned, looking at the other one with a questioning look, hoping he would tell him more about it. Danny simply shrugged, while he kept unbuttoning and buttoning back the same button on Roy’s shirt. He didn’t pay too much attention to it.

“Well, when you opened the door you didn’t really look like you were happy to see me. I almost thought you were gonna close the door right on my nose.”

His voice was cheerful, as if he knew Roy would never do that… and that was what made it painful to Roy. He actually thought of doing so, to someone that actually didn’t do anything at all to him. He didn’t want Danny to know, though, so he laughed a bit, scratching him a little behind a ear like he was a kitten to cuddle.

“I was just caught off guard. As if I didn’t know that if I closed the door on you, you’d take it down with kicks.”

That was enough for Danny to laugh and punch him lightly on an arm, and then everything was fine again. They talked a little more, but soon the younger one was more interested in going through social media and pointing at things that made him laugh, so he could show them to Roy. It was okay, until he suddenly stopped and smirked at his phone. Of course, Roy caught his expression, and he had to ask what happened.

“I’ve been stalking this guy for months, he’s so hot - and he liked one of my pics. Well, I wouldn’t blame him, my ass looks fantastic in that one.”

Danny exclaimed with a laugh, but as soon as he brought his eyes on Roy’s again, he stopped.

Roy didn’t like being jealous. It was a stupid thing to do, especially when you’re jealous of someone much younger, prettier and especially someone that wasn’t yours to begin with. And yet here he was: it took him just one comment from Danny about one of his naked pictures for the jealousy to be back as if he didn’t spend an entire day trying to not think about it. It was boiling in his body, hotter than any drink he had ever had, and this time around he wasn’t able to control it.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. Can you put your phone away? I don’t want to talk to someone more interested on his phone.”

The answer came out meaner that he meant, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Danny all to himself, at least for a few hours, and knowing that someone was not only looking at him naked but he would also probably get to see Danny in person like that, was enough for Roy to want to punch something or someone.

Danny was still clueless. He raised his head from Roy’s shoulder, confused, but at least he put his phone away.

“What did I do? It’s something I said, isn’t it?”

Roy shook his head. He was drunk, but not enough to just put all the blame on Danny… even if he seen him way more guilty than before. He thought that the younger one didn’t have any kind of respect for how Roy felt towards him, he would always sleep around and then brag about it later - he didn’t care if he never told Danny about it. It had to be obvious how much Roy liked Danny, at least in his mind. He would never take care of someone as much as he did with Danny, at the point where he would get up during the night just to pick him up when Danny called him, drunk and in need of a lift. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to help him.

“No. I just don’t want to think about another idiot looking at your ass and jacking off to it.”

He growled, raising a hand just to put some distance between Danny and himself. The more he thought about it, the more he didn’t like the idea, the more he got angry. That’s why Roy didn’t like to drink too little - he just got meaner than usual. He either didn’t drink or drank enough to pass out.

Danny looked at him with his big green eyes, surprised by his answer… and then smirked. He fucking smirked and Roy hated it so much he was ready to punch him right on the nose.

“What’s so funny about it?”

He said after a few seconds, with the same tone as before. Danny didn’t look scared, he actually looked pleased. He even tried to get closer to him, but Roy wasn’t having it, pushing him lightly on the chest so he wouldn’t get too close. Danny pouted, and the fact that he was taking so lightly something that made Roy so angry was even more upsetting to the older man.

“So, you’re angry because a guy is interested in me?”

The way his voice was purring was distracting, but Roy was still way too angry to care. He crossed his arms on his chest, letting out an annoyed snort, and he even looked away. He felt so stupid, as soon as Danny said those words - it sounded like Roy was a stupid child instead of a grown ass man.

Danny didn’t like the silence. He grabbed Roy by the chin, forcing him to look back at him. As soon as he did so, he was met with two green eyes that were clearly having way too much fun for his taste.

“So, am I right or not?”

“Yes. No. Fuck, I don’t know - I just don’t like it, okay? And I don’t want to hear about it. Actually, I don’t even wanna see your nudes on the internet for everyone to see, but it’s not like you’re gonna stop anytime soon, no?”

He blurted out everything in a matter of seconds, so fast he wasn’t even sure Danny would catch everything - and it wasn’t like he actually wanted him to know, it was just a way for Roy to be able to be honest with himself, and simply stop having that weight on his shoulders. He didn’t look at Danny, snorted again and stubbornly looked away again, acting as a fool the entire time. Surely, if they ever had that conversation, that wasn’t the way he wanted to handle it. It was too late now, he guessed. Now Danny was probably gonna be pissed: he could already picture him getting up, telling him he was too controlling and possessive and that it was freaking him out, and then their friendship was gonna be ruined forever. Good job Roy, he thought to himself. There was no one that could mess his own life as good as he did.

But when he felt a weight on his legs and he found Danny on his lap, his arms already around Roy’s neck, he suddenly found himself at a loss of words. He didn’t have the time to react or anything, though: Danny chuckled, and his eyes were full of pure lust - and Roy was way too weak to be able to push him away, especially after waiting years for being looked in that way from him.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

That was the last thing he heard before getting dragged in the most heated kiss he ever received. Danny’s mouth was over his, then his tongue made its way in Roy’s mouth and all he could do was shiver, hold Danny closer and kiss him back as hard as he could. Roy still couldn’t believe it was happening: he thought about kissing Danny way too many times, but it was never like this. This was wild, tongue and teeth and hands everywhere - this was just perfect. There was nothing in his mind but Danny, the way he whimpered against his mouth when Roy’s hands squeezed his ass, his hands in Roy’s hair. It was a moment completely out of time and space.

But when they stopped and Roy was able to look in Danny’s eyes again, he didn’t even let himself catch his breath; his brain was moving way too fast, realizing that maybe that wasn’t anything Danny wouldn’t do with anyone else, that maybe he was just horny after days without sex and so on.

“Okay, what was that for?”

He asked, his breath a little faster than before - but he tried to focus on what that actually meant more than the act itself. He didn’t want to gets his hopes up, not so soon at least.

Danny giggled, sliding a little lower so he could place his chin on Roy’s chest. He looked like the cat that finally got the canary.

“For being jealous, of course. I can’t believe it worked! I owe Shane twenty bucks now.”

He added, pouting a bit. At that point, Roy was just confused, but it took him very little to understand what happened. He frowned, glaring at Danny.

“Did you two bet about this? Seriously? I thought you were better than that.”

His annoyed voice was cut out by another kiss. This time it was way more gentle, a quick kiss that had only their lips involved and nothing more. Danny then shook his head, a softer smile just for Roy.

“No, not in that sense- I just.. well, this is embarrassing…”

He mumbled, but as soon as he saw Roy’s serious face and he understood the other one wasn’t gonna cut him some slack, he sighed and continued.

“I didn’t think you were interested in me. I talked to Shane about this, and he was sure you were, even if I didn’t believe him… so he challenged me. He said that if I kept posting nudes, you’d get jealous and snap back. I didn’t think it would actually happen, but here we are.”

Roy raised his eyebrows, at a loss of words. He was gonna kill Shane first of all, of course: that was surely a dumb idea. Why not talk about it instead of playing with his emotions? This wasn’t a movie, they were real people and Roy found the strategy to be childish.

At the same time, though, he was happy. He still didn’t want to think too much of it, mostly because Danny didn’t say anything about liking him in a romantic way - he was a free spirit, it was nothing new for him to sleep with his friends. Danny didn’t even shy away from telling Roy he found him attractive, but that never escalated until that moment… and Roy didn’t want to be just one of the many. He cared about Danny more than he cared about anyone else, and he hoped the younger one felt the same.

Danny was looking at him in complete silence. He was nervously biting his lips, and Roy almost made him stop with another kiss - but that wasn’t the moment.

“What do you mean by ‘interested in you’?”

“Are you really gonna make me say it out loud?”

Danny complained, with a deep sigh once Roy simply nodded in response. Maybe he was being way too cautious, but after way too many heartbreaks, he couldn’t simply jump in the void without knowing if someone was gonna catch him on the other side.

“I like you. I always have, but there was this aura coming from you that told me you didn’t want anyone that close to you. It was painful, watching you being beautiful and perfect and shit like that and not being able to be by your side but as your friend. But now… it’s different. Isn’t it? Please tell me that you kissed me back because you like me as well.”

His voice changed during the whole thing - he was begging him. Danny was begging him, to like him back, to not destroy his heart… and Roy still couldn’t believe it, but as soon as he saw his big eyes filled with fear, he couldn’t help but give him a soft smile.

“You fucking idiot. Why would you orchestrate something like this - posting nudes all the time just waiting for me to react - instead of talking to me directly? This is much better. And way more healthy.”

He added, caressing his cheek with a different feeling than usual. He was relieved, and it was finally starting to kick in that Danny actually liked him and for as long as Roy did. The only thing that was bothering him at that point was that they wasted a lot of time… but as soon as Danny’s face lit up, that wasn’t a problem anymore. There was nothing he cared about more than seeing that smile on his face, especially when he knew he was the one that made him that happy.

“Hold on, you’re not kidding right? You like me?”

“You fucking idiot, why would I joke about that?”

Danny laughed in response, a happy laugh that could be heard from miles away probably - and it was all for him, only for him. He gave him more kisses, way more enthusiastic than any of the ones they exchanged before, but soon they became heated, and Roy could feel Danny’s breath getting heavier against his lips. After all, they both waited for so long, it wasn’t a surprise that both of them needed definitely more than a few kisses to feel satisfied.

“I am so happy I could die, really, but right now I just need--”

“Bed. I know. I need it too.”

He whispered against his lips. Danny smirked, tightening the grasp of his legs around Roy’s hips while the older one, even if with some difficulties, managed to get up and lead him to the bedroom.

Roy wasn’t sure where they were gonna go from there, but one thing was for sure: he would make sure to make a fuss about every damn picture Danny posted of himself naked if it made him as hungry as he was that night.

___________________________

“So, no more nudes now?”

Danny asked him, his head resting on Roy’s chest. It was late, they didn’t know how much, but it didn’t matter in that moment. Roy stroked his hair, massaging his scalp until Danny sighed happily at the sensation, closing his eyes.

The older one raised an eyebrow; now that he was definitely more calm, holding the person that was now his partner, naked and warm, he was embarrassed with the way he behaved. He wasn’t a teenager, he was a grown man that knew what boundaries were - and he didn’t have any right to tell Danny what to do.

“That’s not up to me to decide. It’s your life, your body.”

Danny looked at him confused for a second. He held Roy’s hand, placing it on the older man’s stomach.

“But I thought-”

“What? That I wouldn’t let you keep posting pictures like those?”

Danny simply nodded, making Roy sigh. This is what he feared the most; he didn’t want to become the reason for Danny not to be himself. He already saw what that could do to any relationship: it would become toxic, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt Danny in any kind of way.

“That’s not my decision to make, sweetheart. Do you enjoy taking those pictures?”

Another nod. Roy took it as a sign he could continue.

“Then keep doing it. I trust you, I just want you to be happy - and if that makes you happy, keep doing it. I was way out of line today… and I wanted to apologize for that.”

Danny got up, still looking confused like a puppy. He would look cute if Roy wasn’t worried about how he came across a few hours before - so he sat down instead of lying on the bed, waiting for Danny to say something.

“So you’re not mad anymore for the pictures?”

“No, and I shouldn’t have been in the first place. We weren’t in a relationship, first of all - and yes, even if you tried to get my attention, it’s still not right for me to get so mad at you. I will do better from now on; we’re a team, I support you and you support me. There’s no place for toxic jealousy.”

Danny smiled, leaning on to kiss him tenderly. It had been a few hours since the first one, but Roy still didn't have enough of them. He kissed him back before he decided to hold him close, just as before.

“Alright. If you ever act like an asshole again, I will tell you.”

“Good. And if it ever happens again, you have the permission to make fun of me.”

The eyes of the younger one suddenly lit, and a smirk that Roy knew too well was suddenly making its way on his face. He answered rolling his eyes, even if then he couldn’t help but smile.

“And you won’t talk back?”

“I won’t talk back.”

“Wow. You will regret this.”

Danny said with a laugh, that made Roy laugh as well. He really doubted he would regret anything that was happening in that moment, especially once Danny decided they needed to sleep and dragged him back to lie on the bed. Roy was actually relieved they had that talk, and when he closed his eyes, he couldn’t think of anything but how much he was looking forward to the next day, and the next one and the next one again.

[deanwinchesterwhimsies]

Star-Crossed (Part 2)

Read Part 1 

The day Dean Winchester crashed into your life, something changed. A shift. An alignment. Call it what you may. He was everything. Strong, handsome, and a skilled hunter. You were helpless about the man 12 years your senior. He left as quickly as you met him, but it wouldn’t be the last time you crossed paths. Far from it. Dean Winchester trusted you, and he would bring you pain, life, heartache, and euphoria in return.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, angst, language, sad stuff?, Age gap, sexual innuendos

Words: 2,306

July 2007 – 16 years old

3.4 Sin City

“It’s a dick.” Your co-worker and fellow classmate, Harvey, peeked over your shoulder, staring into the ceramic cup.

“Not intentional. My latte art keeps turning into genitalia. Brings a literal meaning to a stiff drink, don’t you think?” You frowned, passing it to Harvey, who appraised it carefully.

“If you gave it eyes, you could pass it off as an elephant face.” He plucked a knife out of a basin and made your latte a bit more appropriate. He showed it off to you.

“It still looks like a dick,” you sighed, leaning on the counter. The pair of you were bored. It was a slow night, without a football game, the little coffee shop was dead late that Friday night. Granted, you never worked during a game, due to cheerleading obligations.

“A dick with eyes,” Harvey countered, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ew, not an image I wanted in my head. Thanks for that.” You had to physically shake your head to dispel the image.

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh my god, something exciting please happen. A girl can only practice making so many dick lattes.” You collapsed onto the drink counter dramatically.

“Maybe start practicing vagina lattes?” Harvey teased. You threw the dish rag by the espresso machine at him and by some miracle the bells on the door jingled as two tall, tired men stepped in to the shop.

You whipped up straight, your heart racing with excitement and a tingle of a feeling unknown ran up your spine. Was there a case nearby?

It had been over a year since you’d met them, and your parents had forbidden you from every going over to Bobby’s when they were in town. But the Winchesters had come to you this time. Albeit, by accident. They were probably in desperate need of caffeine and Wi-Fi.

“Dean! Sam!” You couldn’t contain the joy in your voice, and kicked yourself for sounding a little too enthusiastic about seeing them. Keep it cool, Y/N.

“Y/N?” Same and Dean responded in surprise. You grinned and pointed to your name tag, confirming.

“You work here now?” Sam wondered, they had stopped by at this coffee show half a year ago and hadn’t run into you.

“Yeah, the parental units said I had too much time on my hands this summer and I got my new car, so I had to start getting gas money.” You shrugged. “What can I get for you guys?”

“Just some black coffee.” Sam gave a soft smile.

“Yeah, and a piece of that pie there.” Dean pointed at your caramel apple crumble pie.

“You’ve got it.”

Harvey grabbed the pie and you handed them their coffees. “How much?” Sam pulled out his wallet.

“It’s on me.” You slid your credit card through.

“You didn’t have to—” Dean started.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll repay me someday. How long are you here for?”

“We’re just swinging by Bobby’s after this to pick up some gear and assistance before we head back out.”

“Going out to Ohio, had to do a bit of research and snag some caffeine for the road.” Sam put $10 in the tip jar.

“Not necessary, but thanks.”

They nodded and sat at a table in the corner of the café. Out of Harvey’s hearing.

Ohio? That was how many hours away?

“You know those guys?” Harvey raised his eyebrows, clearly flabbergasted.

“They’re friends of my Uncle Bobby’s, we’ve met once and talked on occasion.” You eyed the pair chatting in hushed tones in the corner.

“What are they researching?”

“Wildlife.” The lie rolled right off your tongue.

“What about it?”

“Their habits and patterns, I don’t know. Why does it matter?” You played clueless.

“Something just seems off about them.” Harvey gave you a weird look, before returning to watch the Winchester brothers.

“Are you jealous Harvey?” You tried not to laugh, but it was clear as day. The way his jaw set as Dean looked back at you and waved you over to their table.

“I’m not, I’m just looking out for you.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you from going to them.

“I don’t need anybody looking out for me, besides they’re my friends.” You rolled your eyes.

“And that’s weird because they are probably a decade older than us.” Harvey pointed out.

“Twelve years.” The words came out as a reflex. You don’t even know why you said it.

“Huh?”

“Dean, Dean’s twelve years older than me. Sam is, what? Nine years older than me? Eight maybe?”

“You knew that… right off the top of your head? That, that guy is twelve years older than you?” Harvey’s voice was low, biting.

“And that Sam is eight.” You sounded defensive, even to your own ears. Shit.

“But you knew that Dean guy’s right off the bat, like it’s something you think about. A lot.”

“You’re reading a whole lot of something out of nothing. Dean’s a friend, I haven’t even thought of him outside of when my Uncle Bobby talks about them.”

It was a lie. You begged Bobby to keep you updated on the Winchesters and to let you help in their research. It was your one link into the full hunter world, and you wanted to go out there with them so bad. Or for your parents to at least take you with them. But no, you had to stay home and work while they dealt with cases.

You saw your parents maybe once a month with all the activity that been happening since the gate to hell had opened. Teens would kill for the chance to have their parents out of the house for that long, but you belonged on the road with them.

Not home alone, baking sadness pies. Then feel lonelier when you had no one to share them with. That’s why your boss had let you start selling your baked goods here. She knew your parents left on their “business trips” and you had nothing else to do, but work before cheerleading practice started in August.

Harvey released you, but not before staring directly into your eyes. Looking for who knows what? Did he want something more than friendship?  

As you approached, they pulled a chair out for you.

“Glad to see you safe and doing something normal,” Dean remarked.

“As normal as a girl who fights ghosts can be. I’m allowed to do simple salt and burns by myself now in the area.” It felt stupid when you said it aloud. Compared to what they had seen and done, your ghosts were child’s play.

“Nothing else though?” Sam wondered.

You shook your head. “My leash is tight. So, Ohio?”

Dean and Sam filled you in, your heart aching with each detail. You were a hunter by blood and nature. You should be out there with them and the plan began to come together in your head.

“Hey, do you think you could drop me off at Bobby’s? My car is there, Bobby was fixing it up for me today.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Bobby was going to pick you up with your at your house tomorrow to do some research and Harvey was going to be your ride home tonight.

“Sure, no problem.” The plan was set in motion.

“I still don’t understand why you are going with them.” Harvey whispered as he locked the door.

“They’re going to my Uncle Bobby’s and I want my car back.”

“What about the party?”

“I’ll swing by, I really wasn’t planning on drinking anyway.” That was a lie, you would not be swinging by.

Harvey stared over your shoulder at the brothers, and then down to you. “Stay safe.”

“Safety is my middle name.” You gave him a friendly hug and skipped over to the Impala. Your heart pounding against your rib cage as climbed into the back seat for the first time. The smell of worn leather, men’s cologne, and a hint of gun powder filled your senses.

This was it, you were going to run away with the Winchesters.

April 2015 – 23 years old

Shortly after 10.20 Angel Heart

Thank you for visiting Kansas!

It hit you like a ton of bricks. You were leaving the boys.

Tears welled up and you couldn’t fight it anymore. What were you doing? You’re a terrible person. Dean didn’t deserve this.

Sobs wracked your body and you had to pull over on the side of the road. “Shit, shit, shit!” You punched the steering wheel trying to will the waterfalls coming out of your eyes. But you were pregnant and alone, and the thought only made you cry harder.

You collapsed over the wheel, taking deep breaths. What was next? You had to go to the doctor to make sure everything was okay. God knows even how far along you were.

This baby needed a home. Not dingy motels.

Jodi. Jodi could help and she wouldn’t tell Dean. At least you hoped. You pulled back on the road and changed directions.

You’d be okay. Well, not okay, but safe.

“Dean!” The scream rang through his head. His heart lurching.

“Y/N!” Dean spun around in the forest, darkness blanketing the landscape in front of him.

“Dean!” Your scream more blood curdling than the last. “Help!”

“I’m coming, Y/N!” Dean took off in the direction of your voice.

“Please.” It was a whimper at Dean’s feet. You laid crumpled on the forest floor, deep cuts all over your body.

Dean dove to his knees and cradled you in his arms and pushed away the Y/H/C tendrils matted in blood clinging to your cheeks.

“Dean, wake up!” Sam’s voice broke through. Dean shot out of his bed, narrowly avoiding smashing foreheads with Sam. “Dude, it was just a dream.” Sam held his hand up.

Dean pushed past him, running down the hall to your room.

“Y/N,” he called out your name softly before opening your door.

The air left Dean chest. The once cluttered desk covered in countless books and notebooks was now spotless. The pictures that used to cover the cork board, cleared. The frame with a picture of you and your parents, gone from the nightstand.

Dean hurried to the wardrobe, as he feared, your clothes were missing. He dove to the floor and looked under your bed. Your canvas hunting bag was no longer there.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam stood in the doorway.

“She’s gone,” Dean grunted, sitting up and rubbing his face. Torn.

Sam surveyed the room, concern setting in his face. “Maybe she cleaned and now she’s making breakfast. She has been feeling pretty rough lately. She probably couldn’t sleep.” Sam pulled his brother off the floor and dragged him upstairs. Trying to have a small inkling of hope. You would have never left without telling them.

On any given morning, the boys would have been greeted with the smell of pancakes. You couldn’t resist making a carb-loaded breakfast after being on the road all the time.

The boys were met by a cold, empty kitchen. Dean turned on his heel and stormed up past the library and into the garage. The fluorescent light blinked on, revealing the space where your car had once sat.

“Get me my phone, Sam.”

When the phone was in his hand, he touched your contact name. A picture of you staring cross eyed at an extravagant donut, behind your name.

It rang on his end, then it was ringing in the bunker. They boys looked over to the table in the library. Your phone sat buzzing on a pile of books. A picture of Dean mid-bite into a pie, looking quizzically at the photographer. You.

Dean hung up, his arms going slack at his sides. He picked up your phone, unlocking it, hoping to find something. Anything as to why you left.

“Dean,” Sam whispered, holding out a folded piece of paper that had been set under your phone.

Dean,

Please forgive me. 

Sam,

Take care of Dean. You know the drill.

 Love, Y/N

Dean broke. His eyes watered as he sat himself down in the chair, holding your note to his chest. “She got herself in trouble. That’s the only reason she would leave.”

“Maybe she was getting tired of the hunting life. She was pretty reluctant on the last few hunts.”

“She was sick, Sam. Hunting is Y/N’s life. She can’t stay out of it if she even tried. We all tried to stop her, remember?”

“So, she’s sicker than we thought and she ran away so she didn’t have to face us. But I feel like she would have told us. Y/N tells us everything.”

“Apparently not.” Dean cradled his head in his hands. Your note fluttering to the floor.

Jodi Mills was having a pretty normal day. Claire was still adjusting, and her and Alex seemed to butt heads. But Jodi was sure they would be like sisters someday. If they didn’t kill each other first.

“Girls, dinner.” Jodi had become a mother of two teen girls suddenly, and she was content. Unless her hair began to grey from all the stress.

“Meatloaf?” Claire scrunched up her nose as she plopped into her seat. Alex said nothing, but she gave Claire a quick glare.

“Do you not like meatloaf?” Jodi was sure meatloaf was a meal most people liked.

“Does anybody like mashed meat pile—” Claire was cut off by the doorbell being run in a frantic manner.

“Stay here.” Jodi cautiously made her way to the door and peeked through curtain. She flung the door open.

There you stood, soaking wet, crying in the rain.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are the boys okay?” Jodi ushered you inside.

“Yeah, they’re fine,” You choked. “I-I just got myself in a situation and I need help. And you’re the only person I can trust.”

[miraculousandbts]

V | Mischevious

Summary: Taehyung has one of his weird ideas which gets them detention.

Pairing: None

Genre: Fluff, Crack (I tried)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks to my sister for this idea. It was inspired by a scene in '3 Idiots'. (Mere bhartiya bhai beheno ke liye. Dhanyawaad.) Enjoy!

Bangtan Sonyeondan was a boy group in their school. They were super popular. To everyone, they were the seven guys who had girls and boys fawning over them. But they knew each other better. They were actually just seven brothers who were gifted with good looks. They made mistakes like others and bunked classes too.

Seokjin was the eldest. He was the calmest and the gentlest, and his love for food was never ending. If any of them needed comfort, they usually went to him. He did usually act super childish and extra, but they all loved him because of this.

Next came Yoongi. The quietest and chillest, he was hardworking and sleep loving. He did have his hyperactive moments though, sometimes even showcasing his cute side. He was super talented in making music and writing lyrics, and played a bunch of different instruments.

Hoseok was the third eldest. He was always happy and cheerful. They called him their sunshine and their hope, the nicknames fitting perfectly with his personality. He loved dance as if his life depended on it.

Namjoon came next. He was the same age as Hoseok. He was the smartest, and was always on damage control. He had dimples, loved books, nature, and crabs. Him and Yoongi were the only ones who usually acted sane.

Then came Jimin. He was the cutest and the shortest of them all, often getting playfully teased because of this. He loved dancing and singing, and the voice of an angel. He was also a big form of comfort for the others.

Taehyung was the second youngest. He was the most playful, and the same age as Jimin. He had a unique perspective on things, as Namjoon said, but they usually just called what he did weird or cute. He had a deep soothing voice and was great at acting.

The youngest, Jungkook, was called the 'Golden Maknae', because of his ability to be naturally good at almost everything he did, be it sports, studies, or any other extra-curricular activities. The boys preferred that him and Taehyung weren't together without supervision, or chaos would ensue.

This was just a short description of their personalities. There was a lot more to come.

*****

The seven guys had gathered at their usual table for lunch. They all disliked the canteen food so much that they brought their own lunch. "Jin hyung, did you make me lunch?" Jungkook asked as soon as they settled down. He was running late in the morning that day, and whenever that happened, they called their eldest hyung to ask them to pack an extra lunchbox for them.

Just as Seokjin opened his mouth, Yoongi interrupted him. "He was busy but you wouldn't listen, so I had to make your lunch." He grumbled. They all knew though, he loved cooking and was very fond of the youngest.

Jungkook only grinned and reached across the table to take his lunch which Yoongi had barely pulled out of his bag. The rest of them chuckled at his restless behaviour. He had just had gym before lunch and was very hungry. Before the rest of them could even open their bags, he was already stuffing his mouth in. He moaned at the food taste and said something to Yoongi which none of them could understand because of his full mouth.

They spent the lunch catching up on their days and having fun.

"Hey, guys?" Taehyung suddenly asked, as they calmed down from the laughter Hoseok had suddenly inflicted on them with a random joke. Namjoon turned to him and raised his eyebrows.

"I was thinking...is anyone up for some fun?"

"We're already having fun?" Jimin turned to him and asked uncertainly.

"Not that. The old school fun. You know, irritate the teachers, play pranks, bunk classes. I mean, we do bunk classes, but it's not that fun if you really think about it." Everyone glanced at each other and nodded at him. Nobody was refusing a bit of fun. That, and if Taehyung was the one coming up with ideas, they would have a ton of fun being mischievous...even though poor Seokjin and Namjoon would have to answer on behalf of everyone if they got caught.

And again, if Taehyung was the one coming up with ideas, the rest of them were responsible for making sure that they didn't get caught.

Taehyung smiled his big boxy smile. "Let's meet near the staircase of the third floor after school and take it from there." He checked his watch and got up. The bell rang at the exact moment, and a loud hustle and bustle took over the canteen. All the boys bid each goodbye and made way to their lockers before attending their respective classes.

*****

"So, I'm the last one?" Hoseok plopped down beside Jimin on the stairs. "Nope, Tae is yet to come. He should be the first one, that idiot." The younger boy grumbled beside him. "I bet a teacher held him back. For not submitting another assignment on time. But what's new in that." Yoongi said.

After a wait of another ten minutes, Taehyung came running, panting hard. He had a really annoyed expression, which just told the guys that what Yoongi said was true.

Taehyung didn't say hi or sorry, just sat down and tried to get his breathing to normal for a minute. "So, the exams are near. I was thinking, let's break into the principal's office and steal the papers." All of their mouths fell down from shock; this was definitely not what they were expecting. He knew that this was unnecessary.

Yes, he barely ever submitted his assignments on time. Yes, Jungkook was more sport-focused. Yes, Yoongi never paid attention in class and instead wrote melodies and lyrics, and yes, Hoseok would rather dance then attend school at all, but not a single one of them were bad at studies. They rarely got Cs, and usually stayed in the A and B categories.

"Uh, why?" Seokjin's brain was the first one to start working again. "Go big, or go home. We're doing this solely for our own fun. We'll burn or throw away the paper later; I don't wanna pass by cheating."

"Very noble of you." Namjoon sarcasticly gave him a smile. "Thanks hyung." Taehyung replied to his sarcasm with sarcasm. They all started talking among themselves, creating a lot of noise. "Fine." Yoongi spoke after a long time, effectively shutting everyone. That's all it took for everyone to agree. What Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets. And he thought that this idea could be carried out, it could.

And then they spent the next two hours sitting there making a plan. Next week Friday, they will be stealing some question papers.

*****

Taehyung couldn't wait for Friday. Usually it seemed that they got over with the week too quick, but now, every minute felt like an hour. He stared at the wall clock, ticking away with each second, as his Maths teacher ranted about something which sounded like algebra to him.

'Algebra. Why algebra. They teach algebra like we'll get equations to solve to even know the speed limit in the future. They teach algebra like well have to solve expressions to know the amount of butter to put in a cake.' He audibly sighed. His teacher looked at him.

“Any problem, Mr. Kim?" He stood up. "No sir, algebra is just very boring." He stated with a straight face. The whole class erupted in giggles and chuckles.

His teacher slammed the duster on his desk. "We're studying integers, Mr. Kim!"

"Well then, integers are very boring." Taehyung revised his senetnce, much to the dismay of his teacher. The class was now full on laughing, enraging the older male. "That's enough!" He banged his textbook on his desk this time. "That's detention for you, Mr. Kim! Now pay attention."

"Sorry sir, no can do." Taehyung was pretty unbothered by all of this. The class laughed, confusing the teacher who didn't even hear what Taehyung said. "Attention!!" His face was red by now. Taehyung sat down and smiled to himself. Angering his Maths teacher, it seemed, was his favourite past time hobby.

On Friday, all the guys met on the bleachers like everyday. "So, today's the day. Everybody ready?" Jimin grinned and rubbed his hands, like he couldn't wait for evening to come.

They all went over there plan once again, and stayed and chatted until bell rang for the first period. 'Well, this is going to be fun.' They all had the same thought.

*****

As planned, they met outside the closed bakery in front of their school. All of them were wearing black jeans, black full-sleeved T-shirts, and their sneakers, which were all coincidentally black too, this attire being the easiest to move in. Jungkook also had a small pouch filled with tools for picking a lock. A while back he had randomly watched a video on YouTube for this, and it was proving to be useful now.

They all also had torches and backpacks with stuff they thought which would be useful. They slowly made their way towards the school gates. The guard sat near the entrance of the school, and from here, they could see the watchman sleeping soundly. Glancing at each other, they smirked, and let out a few breathy chuckles.

Hoseok started. He only had a flashlight, and he pocketed it. Firmly grabbing a bar, he hauled himself up. Thankfully for them, the school had recently gotten it's gates changed, as the last one was very creaky and was completely rusted. Jimin followed.

By the time, he was on top, Hoseok had jumped down on the other side. One by one they all came, Yoongi being the last. He almost fell from the top, and the rest of them turned to look at the guard in alarm, instead of caring about their friend. They sighed simultaneously, as Yoongi came down.

Namjoon tilted his head in the school's direction. They nodded and followed him.

They all knew what to do. Seokjin and Jimin had volunteered to keep guard, instead of being involved in the actual fun. Jimin stopped near the watchman. Glancing around to see if anyone else was there, he made hurry up gestures— which were being ignored— towards Jungkook, who was on his knees and trying to pick the lock without making any noise.

After a minute of trying, the lock finally gave in, and opened with a loud click. Again, they all turned towards the sleeping man in alarm so fast, that they almost got whiplash. Seeing the man still snoring away, they heaved a sigh of relief, and went in, leaving Jimin outside with a walkie-talkie. Taehyung had bought children's walkie-talkies for them, and they were content with those as long as they worked.

"Jimin, can you hear me?" Namjoon spoke into his as soon as they reached the door of the principal's office. "Yeah. You okay there?" Came back a static filled voice. "We're good. See you in a minute."

Namjoon went to the back of the school, in the small basement where all the MCB boxes and Junction boxes were (My brain isn't working people. What are those boxes called?!). He was in charge of shutting off the two CCTV cameras pointing in the direction of the principal's office. He took Yoongi with him, to hold the flashlight. They had to shut off those two cameras because a small light was always lit up on top of the principal’s office’s door.

Jungkook, on the other side of the school, was on his knees again, picking the lock of the principal's door.

And then the alarm rang. One of the sharp edges of one of the tools he was using had tripped the alarm installed inside the lock. Taehyung had to give it to their principal; he was smart. The alarm wasn't that loud, but just enough to wake up the watchman sleeping outside. Jungkook freaked out and couldn't move his hands properly. Instead, him and Hoseok literally broke the lock to get in.

Seokjin stayed outside the door, looking around in panic. He was thankful at least all of them had the mind enough to not freak out loudly. Some time later, the noise stopped, and he leaned against the wall in ease.

Namjoon and Yoongi though, were another story. Namjoon got startled because of the alarm, accidentally hitting a switch he knew nothing about. Half a minute later, the alarm shut off. Yoongi shone the light on the switch, seeing the word 'ALARM' written in clear words. He smirked at Namjoon, who was just behind him.

"Good job, Joon." He made his ay towards the door, while Namjoon examined the switch with his own torch. As soon as he saw the word, he understood the situation and ran to catch up with his hyung.

Outside the school, Jimin almost fell down the two stairs as soon as the noisy alarm fell on his ears. He saw the watchman jump up, clearly shaken by the sudden noise, and looking around for burglars. Jimin hid behind the wall, still keeping an eye on the elder man.

The guard spent a minute checking the surroundings, thankfully never finding Jimin. And then he saw the open lock. He stormed inside, but not before taking his own flashlight which had fallen down.

Jimin's eyes widened. He hurriedly pressed the button on his walkie-talkie. "Seokjin hyung, Seokjin hyung!"

"What, what??"

"The guard! He's coming inside! The first place he's going to check will be the principal's office!"

"Oh, shit!" Jimin silently but quickly followed the guard after that. Being short and flexible meant that he could actually hide easily, though the situation never came. Just as the storming man was about to turn into the corridor where the rest were, Jimin loudly opened and closed a door nearby, and hid in another classroom, whose door was already open for some reason.

By this time, both Namjoon and Yoongi had reached the others. Seokjin dragged them in and started explaining the situation, when Hoseok reminded him that all the walkie-talkies were connected, so they knew the watchman was coming.

They decided their best bet would be closing the door and hiding in the office, leaving everything untouched. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook had already made copies of all the question papers.

All they had to do now was escape. Neither of them cared if they got caught. They knew all they'll get is rest of the year in detention, which just meant more fun for them.

Then suddenly, a static was heard. Everybody looked at their own devices. "Guys, I'm hiding in a classroom, while the guard is searching the room opposite mine. Where are you all?"

"In the office. Come here, quick!" Taehyung replied.

The guard was busy searching the whole empty classroom inch by inch, and Jimin saw his opportunity. He ran, making no noise, and quick as a mouse went in the office. They strained their necks, knowing it was Jimin. He hid with them behind the long desk, squatting.

Soon, they had formed a plausible plan for escaping. Just as they confirmed the details, the door opened. The plan was to be executed only if the guard saw them, which was bound to happen sooner or later. The man searched here and there, and finally his eyes fell on the seven boys sitting there, not even trying to hide or run away.

"Hey you!" His eye widened and he started towards them.

They all got up, running in different directions, picking up stuff and moving their hands like they would throw it at him, but actually never doing so. As soon as he would shield himself, they would keep back whatever object was in their hand, confusing him. They kept that up for a while. Slowly, they inched towards the door.

"Now!" Namjoon yelled, and they all hurried outside, closing the door.

Because the lock was broken, they couldn't exactly do anything to hold him in for long, so Seokjin and Jimin searched around while the rest pulled with all their might. Loud bangs and 'Let me out!'s could be heard from inside, as the man pulled from his end. Taehyung and Hoseok were reduced to a laughing mess, as the others chuckled. Who thought doing things like these would be this fun?

The other two boys soon returned to them with a bunch of rope. Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "Where'd you get that from? The science lab?" He asked sarcastically, but actually curios on the inside. "Yup!" Jimin and Jungkook quickly and tightly tied one end of the rope around the handle, and stretched the other end to a nearby classroom, tying it there.

They all ran and ran until they reached the bakery outside. Leaning against anything around them, they heaved and panted, trying to regain their breath.

And then they burst out laughing.

They howled with laughter and clutched their sides. Hoseok, like always, fell on the boy next to him, which happened to be Jimin, who himself wasn't very stable. Just as they were sobering up, Jimin stumbled from the weight, taking Hoseok with him, which resulted in  another round of infectious laughter.

"Come on, let's go home. We have to be in our beds before our parents find out about this." Seokjin calmed down a little. Before going home, they went to a secluded area nearby, burning the copies of the question papers, as Jungkook filmed it on his phone as a fun-filled memory.

*****

Let's just say, the next day, a very hangry guard was found in the principal's office by the principal himself, who was very confused as to why his office was locked with a rope instead of his lock. That, and the seven boys got detention for the rest of the year, as Namjoon never did shut off the cameras. Jungkook had never been so thankful for filming everything around him as a memory, or they would've been suspended.

[insomniasbitch]

Utopia is for lovers - @DavidCallum  @JackDanielsTB @WritesScott and @DrPhilipByrne

It had taken months of searching, but when Mel and Annabeth had found the home, they knew it was the one, at least Mel did. The home meant to house them all, where they could all be a family, live and love together. Ten bedrooms on fifteen acres of land; the property boasted a pool, hot tub, a giant kitchen. There were a few little cabins dotting the property. A guest house by the pool. There was little the place didn't offer. The woods surrounding the house on one side offered winding paths to walk that led out to swamp land. The pond had a dock with a little boat tied to the side, though it had no lake monster. Dave had to make due with the fairly large catfish rumored to live down deep.

The muse had teamed up with Annabeth, scouring listings and looking at properties that weren't even for sale until they'd come upon this house. It had once been a school for girls a little more than a century ago, and had gone through many changes since. A bed and breakfast had been it's last iteration, the owners falling on hard times, but not hard enough to have put the place on the market. Then charming Mel had made them an offer, an offer which they had taken after a couple of nights sleeping on it. Once her offer was accepted, Mel went about upgrading a few things, making the place work for her people, while Annabeth still wondered what the muse was on about, why she needed a house so big for her, Scott, and the two children he'd had with his ex-wife. Shades on the windows. A fresh, neutral coat of paint. A very upgraded kitchen. An added hot tub, with cushions all around the space. It had everything they needed. The peak of luxury.

Once it was done, Mel sent out the invitations. Dave and Alyx RSVP'd quickly. Pip and Anna followed soon after. Jack and Lacey, probably confused by it, were the last to follow suit, but even they couldn't resist the allure of whatever announcement Mel was planning to make. Scott simply went along with Mel, not sure exactly what she was up to, but it couldn't hurt anything, not when it made her happy.

The night of her dinner party arrived and Mel looked like an angel in white and silver when she descended the stairs to meet Scott. He kissed her as the doorbell rang and she hurried out to let in the first of their guests; Pip and Anna. “Don't you two just look lovely and in love...” she said, kissing each of their cheeks before leading them to the drawing room where she'd set up hors d'oeuvres and champagne. “Have at it, kids. I had—And there's the bell again.” A quick kiss blown to the couple and her husband, and she was off, answering the door once more. This time for Dave and Alyx, the redhead looking tired, but that was to be expected with a newborn in the house.

“My poor love, come in, you two. Sit down, put your feet up. Dave, you'll get some food and a drink for our Alyx,” Mel cooed over the pair, leading them in to join Pip and Anna who were chatting with Scott and nibbling their canapes. “I've got a few special things for you, Dave.” Her hand, nails painted something opalescent, waved to the table off to the side, filled with red snacks that were vampire-friendly. “Ah, there's the last of us...” she muttered to herself, leaving a rather whammied looking Dave and Alyx behind to answer the front door again. The baker did sit, with Dave hurrying to serve her a drink and a plate full of delights.

“Mel knows how to throw a party,” Alyx huffed into her champagne, eager to go back home to her new daughter and her older children, and maybe her bed.

Mel returned, Lacey and Jack in tow, much to the displeasure of  half of the other two couples. Pip and Dave wanted to kill and/or hit Jack, while Anna and Alyx had nothing but loathing or fear of Lacey.

“I see you're all surprised by the last of us to join in this little party, but I promise, you'll all have answers before dessert, which is bananas foster by the way, and you'll all be quite happy with my proposal, I think. Jack, Lacey, serve yourselves a little snack, have a drink, I've got to check on dinner.” With that, the muse left them to their own devices, hurrying off in a flurry of white and silver to the kitchen, her heels echoing through the large home.

“Okay, but what the fuck? Proposal?” Lacey asked the room at large, hitting up the vampire refreshment table for a glass of blood with a warm, spicy citrus scent coming from it. “I'm not the only one wondering why she invited us, am I?” she asked, turning back to the group, two fifths of which was giving her unhappy glares. “I never met her until I had sex with her, so yeah, this is weird.

Dave's eyes rolled and he reached out to tug a lock of Lacey's hair, a glass of blood in his free hand. “I've learned not to question Mel. She's always got her reasons, and she'll let us know when she lets us know.” His gaze cut to Scott, easily the quietest member of their group, who nodded with a bit of a grin on his face. He may not know what was up, but he knew that it likely would cause a stir between all the people in this room, Mel was good at that.

Jack had gotten a drink and drained it, avoiding looking towards Philip and Annabeth who were still next to Scott, drinks forgotten in their hands as they tried to make sense of Mel's invitation, and keeping silent about the new guests. Anna knew more than the rest, though still wasn't sure of Mel's endgame. Jack was unhappy, dark circles beneath his eyes. His partner had spent fewer and fewer nights in Louisiana since officially moving in with the doctor, as he had predicted when she'd told him her plan to relocate to Chicago. It was wearing on him, the certainty that soon enough she would cease coming back to Louisiana at all, leaving him and their relationship behind.

Anna, for all that, hadn't meant for it to happen that way. Philip simply was spending more nights home, planning things to keep the pair of them busy. Too busy for her to spend many nights down south.

Philip had meant for that to be the case, schemed it. He wanted to keep Anna from the south, convince her to work in Chicago, leave behind Jack. Eventually, he wanted her to forget the other man and commit to only him. Then he'd think about locking it down, as Alyx always said. He did feel a pretty heaping dose of guilt about that manipulation though. He was too sweet.

Alyx sighed into her plate of shrimp and bacon. “She's probably going to tell us she's moving closer... Which, I love the idea...” She just worried it was because of her little girl and the fact that they had yet to do the testing that would say which man was the father. And she would avoid doing that testing for as long as she could. “Are you moving here, Scott?” she asked, not looking up.

He shrugged, not looking her way. Everyone was a little more awkward with her now, since she'd dropped the baby bomb. “I have no idea, she's kept me as in the dark as the rest of you.”

Anna cleared her throat. “She bought this place. A few weeks ago. Remodeled it.” Quiet as a mouse, she looked away and shut up after dropping her information, not comfortable with everyone's eyes being on her.

Mel returned just then, a smile on her face. “Come, come. Sit down, everyone. We've got dinner for you and Lacey too, Dave. Don't worry. I wouldn't let you guys starve...” Mel lead everyone to the dining room, her arm threaded through Scott's. “Love you, husband. You look great tonight, by the way...” Mel gave him a kiss, a smile, all beaming with pride at her stroke of genius. She was going to make them see the light, they would all be happy once they came around. Persuasion was her super power.

Everyone sat down, wine was poured, dinner served and enjoyed by all. The vampires had blood treats, the humans drank wine, everyone loosened up slightly, though still they waited for Mel's news. Or maybe she just missed them all and wanted a night together. She enjoyed them all being together, liked when she could drink and laugh, bask in the affection of her friends and husband. And girlfriend. Plates cleared. Wine refilled. Dessert on it's way. Mel stood once more and waved a hand.

“You're all curious why I've brought you here, sorry about the secrecy, but I wanted to liquor you up a little before I told you my idea. It's brilliant, if I do say so.” She laughed softly. “Because we have a problem. Sort of. You guys, I love or like all of you, I care about you all, but your love lives are a little bit messy. A lot messy. There's been hatred and worse between some of you, but... there's love too. You all are connected. From a maker bond to simply friendship to making a family... We're connected, one way or another and being apart is killing you all. Every one of you.” She smiled sadly, eyes meeting everyone at least once, watching them take in her words. Some, like Lacey, looked angry and confused. Others whammied. Scott just smiled. “So, I've got an idea. A way for us all to be able to get together and be happy... I figure half of you are going to call me crazy. You might walk out. Or you might be amenable to the idea, but just.. hear me out, guys. I've got an idea that will make things easier on us. On you.”

Mel took a deep breath and let it out. “I bought this house, it has a ton of room, there's a few small cabins around. A pond. Woods. A kitchen that is state of the art. I want us all to live here, together, all of us. The kids. Everyone. Like a commune. Happy. Together. No one fighting. Everyone able to live and love together.”

Her eyes cut around the room. Watching reactions. Listening to the shouts. The arguments. And she shot every one down. Resisted their resistance. Plied them with more wine. Wore them down.

She got her way in the end.

Scott and Mel were the first to move in, taking the guest house out back by the pool for her, Scott, and the kids. Abi was not so happy with her father's move, but she fell for the giant pool when she saw it. And Scarlett when they met later. The little girl looked up to the older one with an almost hero-like worship. Jude and Sammie became fast friends, with lots of groaning when the younger Wes and Daniel would follow them like puppies. All of the kids were getting along, which pleased Mel as she watched them from the window of the guest house, Scott's arm wound around her, all playing in the pool while the adults unpacked and settled into their new home. She was glad that everyone had given in, even if it had taken over a month of back and forth for it to happen.

She was far too used to getting her own way, it would have wrecked her to have them turn her down in the end.

Jack and Lacey shared one of the cabins with their son, the place outfitted with shades in the larger bedroom and a small kitchen. Wes was pleased. It was like camping. They had downsized quite a bit in the packing process, though the big house had everything they could possibly need. Including a chef for dinner time if no one else was up for cooking. That was going to be handy. Carol had her own small cabin, just a short walk from the Daniels', so Wes kept his grandmotherly nanny, and she had a few more kids that she could look after and coo over now that Wes was growing up.

Night fell before Lacey could help unpack, of course, but once she joined in, Jack and her had the house in order fairly quickly. She was best at moving the heavy furniture into the correct place, which the mover had done a piss poor job of following her directions. She wanted to eat them, if she was honest, but would refrain. “Okay, but... this is weird, right?” she asked Jack after they'd gotten Wes' room together and tucked him in, letting him forgo a bath since he was so tired, the scent of the pool clinging to him and making Lacey wrinkle her nose even with the door closed. “We're all supposed to just... get along just because she said so?”

“...Do you want to disappoint her?” Jack asked, his brows raising at his wife while he poured a drink.

“No, but that's part of the problem isn't it? That none of us want to upset her so much that we're setting aside homicide level differences to make her happy? What kind of magical being is she?”

“A muse. AB told me.” And he felt like an ass talking about the other woman he loved with his wife, but as the woman was going to be kind of living with them, they needed to all get used to it. She shared a room at the big house with Philip. It still stung, okay, burned, to see the two of them together and happy, but he had to get over it. Get over a lot of things, if he was going to find any chance at happiness. Depression had wedged between him and Lacey over the years, depression, hurt, and mutual cheating. “Some sort of immortal that inspires. She inspires us all to get along.”

Lacey nodded, heaved a wholly unnecessary sigh, and got up to slide an arm around Jack, leaning her body into his for warmth and comfort. “Do you think it'll work? Or will we all kill each other?”

Jack turned to kiss her. “I just don't know.”

She had hopes, lots of them, but didn't count on any of it really working. Lacey thought she might wind up murdering AB. Or Alyx. Though, if she was honest with herself, she had felt less and less resentment towards the women over the years. Growing up, maybe, or just used to being messy. Either way, they would try this out, this experiment.

At the big house, Alyx, Dave, Pip, and Anna were the ones settling in. Anna had come to help take care of the baby, she couldn't get enough of her chubby cheeks, while Alyx rested. She'd looked pale, circles under her eyes. The move and probably being not so well rested had taken a toll on the baker, one that Anna was all too eager to help reduce. Cooing to the baby while curled up in a rocker with her, Anna listened to Dave and Pip shoving furniture around and unpack boxes.

Alyx sat, feet up, eyes closed; listening to the men moving furniture and Anna's cooing at the baby. A smile softened her face, her body relaxed. Her mind followed her body and turned content. This was good, this move, she thought. If only because she'd have help during the day and there was an actual nanny. Carol. And Mel had offered to hire another one. They had enough kids that she felt like it was justified. Alyx could sleep. Rest. She had been so tired up until today, when she should be unpacking, but here she was with her feet up letting everyone else do the work while she relaxed.

Dozing happened.

Anna carried the baby, all sweet and warm, into the room where Dave and Philip were attempting to put together a set of bunk beds for the boys, making her snort at the pair of them. They bickered like brothers, and every time it made her smile. The little pink bundle in her arms was waving her fists and she glanced at Dave. “Bottles in the fridge or...?” she asked, brows raised. One hand reached down to brush through Philip's hair.

“Mhmm. And diaper bag's in the other bedroom, in her crib if she needs a change.” Dave stood, coming over to kiss the baby, and Anna, on their foreheads. “Just warm the bottle up in hot water.”

She cocked her head and rolled her eyes at him.

Dave raised his hands and chuckled, moving back to working on the bunk bed. “You knew that. I get it. Sorry.”

“I did know that. Say by to Daddy and Uncle Pip, little girl. We're gonna get you dry and fed, promise.” She waved the baby's hand at the men.

Anna stuck her tongue out and left, still cooing at the little girl, all through changing her and getting her bottle warm. Sure, she still had those kidnapping and running off with her thoughts, because she wanted a baby, a family, more than she wanted anything else, but this was nice, helping to care for the little one. There was hope, one day, that she'd get to have her own little one to hold and rock to sleep. She curled up on the sofa with her to feed the little one, sing little lullabies to her. The bluest eyes Anna had ever seen. Well. Almost. They'd all had moments, searching the squishy baby features, matching the little one's to the men who might be her father. Anna thought Jack, because of the eyes. She didn't say so out loud, none of them did because it upset Alyx when they mentioned it. It was the one topic that none of them would really touch on. It was also one of the biggest draws that decided everyone to moving onto the commune; No one wanted to be a father except for Dave, and no one wanted to leave the kid alone in case it happened to be theirs.

Best of both worlds.

They'd been living together for a while. A couple months. It was still so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk during the day still, but nights were nice enough now that they'd gotten into late summer. The kids were tired, day camp left them worn thin, and watched a movie in the big living room of the house. Alyx put the baby down until her next feeding. It was a good night. Mel turned music on, out by the pool, and convinced Scott to come dance with her in the low light thrown from under the water.

“You happy here?” she asked, nuzzling her lips over his neck, pressed close.

“Wherever you are, I'm happy.”

The sweetest words ever, she thought, swaying gently with him. Less dancing and just being close, enjoying the low music, the night sounds, and his company.  

The French doors opened and Philip drifted out with Anna following behind, their fingers laced together. Mel waved the pair of them over, staying close against Scott. Philip sat on a lounge, Anna nestled between his legs, looking more relaxed than they had in a while.

“You guys look cozy,” Mel remarked, staying close to Scott.

“We are.” Philip wrapped Anna in his arms, pulling her back against his chest.

Dave and Alyx drifted out soon after.

“You guys having a party without us?” he asked, sliding an arm around his wife to bring her closer to his side. She smiled up at him and tugged him over near Mel and Scott.

“Dance with me.” Not much of an asker, she just held her arms out to him and Dave stepped up, winding his arms around her to spin her over the stones surrounding the pool.

“Show off, always the show off,” Pip called, comfortable with his fingers playing through Anna's hair, relaxing her until she closed her eyes.  

“Someone must have two left feet if they're scared to bring their girl out to dance. Or is it you just don't want shown up by the immortals?” Alyx teased, breathless after that spin Dave had taken her on.

“Pip's a lovely dancer. Always has been. He might just be tuckered out though, Alyx.” Mel kissed Scott's cheek and pulled back, tugging Alyx over to her for a dance. The redhead laughed, spinning once more for Mel. “He worked all day.”

Dave glanced into the dark once his wife had been taken by her girlfriend, listening to Lacey and Jack, crossing the grass and entering the light cast around the pool.

“Thought I heard music over here. We were coming to check on Wes...” Lacey was eyeing the humans, and the not so human, gathered around, her gaze falling on Dave. She grinned in his direction.

Philip had gotten up, eyes on Jack for a long moment, before he tapped Alyx's shoulder. “May I cut in?” he asked. She nodded and stepped back so he could take over dancing with Mel.

Alyx drifted to Scott and grinned, offering her hand to him. “Can't let them have all the fun...”

The pair of them drifted slowly around the pool, maybe a little awkwardly since they were still not sure where they stood after the whole baby thing, even if they were living together. “You're a saint, putting up with all of us,” Alyx murmured, glancing up at Scott.

“I just follow her lead,” he replied, shuffling over the stones with her held a few inches away. No point in making the vampire grouchy. Again. “You aren't such bad housemates though. And it makes her happy,” Scott said, glancing towards Philip and Mel, laughing through their dance.

Lacey had come and leaned her shoulder into Dave's side, eyes closed to simply enjoy his nearness. If any good came of this move, it was that he was so close constantly that she didn't feel that sliver of anxiety that she could often feel when he wasn't close. Dave wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, contentment radiating through their shared bond.

“You're not making me dance, are you?” he huffed, eyes across the pool where Jack was nearing Anna. Dave didn't trust him with his bondeds. Any of them. Though he realized that maybe the whole murder thing was less murder and more of an accident. Maturity. Or maybe it was all that contentment. Maybe it was just the effect that Mel had on them all, making them get along. Were muses part faery, he wondered. She smelled great. A thought for another time.

A smirk curled Lacey's lips. “...You know I am. C'mon, Davey. Show me those moves.” She tugged him up and out towards the other two couples, wrapping her arms around his neck a la middle school dance. “Or just kinda sway like a buoy in the lake. That works too,” she teased.

He growled and spun her around, ending it by dipping her back until Lacey was poised over the edge of the pool, the ends of her hair wet in the water. “I could do it, woman. Don't tempt me.” Dave only pulled her up when she laughed and grabbed hold of his arms.

Across the way, Anna was smiling up at Jack, lifting her hand to clasp his. “Missed you,” she whispered, letting him pull her up so he could brush a kiss over her cheek. “Dance with me, Jack?” She was a little envious of everyone else's good time, she wanted to dance too.

“Anytime...” he said, pulling her over close so that he could sway to the music, watch her smiling up at him.

Alyx swapped with Mel again, ending up with Philip this time, and teasing him about how he was the puppy of the group. Mel was back with Scott, not dancing anymore, simply standing back to watch them all with her husband's arms wound around her waist. They looked happy, all of them. No one was fighting. Laughter drowned out the music half the time. This was exactly what she'd wanted, to see them all living happily ever after. Not the most conventional living arrangement, but maybe it should be. Tipping her head back, Mel grinned at Scott. “Thank you for going along with all my crazy. And for being the best husband I could ever ask for.” He just held her tighter, kissed the top of her head, and took Mel to sit on a lounger, watching their friends, their loved ones, while they learned how to live together.

[jaycal14]

Teen Wolf Chapter 2 - A Clexa Fic.

I know I haven’t updated since my first chapter, but I promise I’m working on it. Here is a little preview from chapter 2. You can find the story posted here. For those of you who read... enjoy!!

The Next day at school

“Alright. Let’s see it.” Raven said gesturing for Lexa to lift up the side of her shirt and show her the bitemark she received the night before. Lexa takes a look around at all the students passing by. No one is paying them any mind, as usual, so she lifts up the side of her shirt slightly to show her the blood-stained gauze pad covering the wound. As Raven reached out towards it, Lexa quickly slaps her hand away.

“Don’t touch it!” Lexa snapped pulling her shirt back down.

“Oh my god, you’re totally full of shit. So, what is this then, payback for ditching you last night? I already apologized but I get it if you’re still mad. The fake blood’s a nice touch, though. Really had me going.”

Lexa let out a sigh of annoyance and started walking the long path in front of campus that led right into the quad with her best friend in tow. “I’m screwing with you Rae, I swear. Something bit me last night.”

“Oh yeah, then what did it look like?” She said, her amused tone still conveying that she was anything but convinced.

Lexa thought back to the night before, recalling it in her mind like a bad dream. “It was big and walked on all fours. It was too dark to get a good look but the way it growled sounded kinda like a wolf or something.”

Raven let out the loudest laugh that had her best friend’s brow furrowing. “Now I know you’re full of shit. There haven’t been wolves in California in decades.”

All Lexa could do was shake her head and roll her eyes. “So, if you think I’m lying about the wolf then you’re not going to believe me when I tell you that I tripped over the corpse of that dead hiker.”

With her eyes wider than they had ever been before, Raven threw her arm out stopping both of them in their tracks and turned to face Lexa. “No way! How? When? Where? What did it look like?” She rushed out excitedly.

“Like it was ripped apart by wild animals.” Lexa couldn’t help the way her face contorted in repulsion thinking about the body. If she hadn’t been completely overcome by both shock and fear, she might have vomited.

“Holy shit!” Raven yelped neither caring nor noticing the weird glances she got from students passing nearby. “That is so cool!”

“Trust me, it was anything but cool. It’s going to haunt me for the next six months at least.”

“Can you not see the beauty in anything?” The two continued their slow trek through campus to get to homeroom. “There is either a savage killer on the loose or some wild animal mauling people in the woods.”

“What is beautiful about either of those scenarios?”

Raven actually took a moment before responding. She had a habit of saying things before thinking them through. “…nothing.” She lamented as they arrived outside Mr. Vie’s classroom. “But Arkadia is seriously the most boring town ever. At least now we’ll be known for something.” She rallied.

“Violent deaths?” Lexa asked skeptically.

“Shut up!” With the final word, Raven lightly shoved Lexa across the threshold into the classroom. They both chuckled and shared a smile with Mr. Vie as they made their way to their seats in back, saying hi to the few students they actually spoke to along the way.

The minute the bell rang and the last of the students quickly shuffled into the door, Mr. Vie stood before the class in his classic vest and tie combo, leaning his back against the desk and arms crossed in front of his chest, surveying the group. Everyone liked Mr. Vie’s teaching style, especially Lexa. He was hands-down her favorite English-Lit teacher and she was thrilled when she found out she was assigned to his class for the second year.

“Good morning class.” He spoke excitedly. There was no need for introductions; he’d had every one of them during their freshman year. “Let’s just cut right to the chase, I’m sure you’ve all heard the news about the missing hikers and that one of them was found alive and well, though the second is believed to be deceased. Let me assure you that the police have everything under control and there is nothing to worry about. Now, with that out of the way, if you would all direct your attention to the syllabus outlining this semester. Please read through it quietly.”

As Lexa and the class followed instructions and began reading the syllabus, a silence quickly fell over the room. She barely read through the first line before she heard the loud hum of her phone buzzing away in her pocket; which was weird since she didn’t feel it vibrating. Lexa hurriedly pulled it out of her pocket to turn it off before anyone else could hear it, but was met with a blank screen. Her face scrunched in confusion and her head snapped back up as she heard another ring. Looking around, she scanned the classroom trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. Eyes passing over everyone in the room, she noticed that not a single person seemed to hear what she was hearing. 

Growing more confused during each passing second, with every loud buzz that sounded, Lexa rubbed her ears thinking it must all be in her head. That’s when the buzzing was abruptly cut off and was matched by a single tone before one of the most angelic voices Lexa’s ever heard began to speak. 

“Mom, for the last time I’m fine. It’s just the first day of school, it happens every year.” Came the voice with a playfully sassy tone. It sounded far away but Lexa could hear it loud and clear. With no explanation as to what the hell was going on, Lexa glanced out the windows of the classroom, letting her eyes scan through the scenery. She did a double-take when she caught the sight of a blonde girl sitting on one of the benches in front of the admin office. She must have been over 100 feet away with a whole wall between them, yet Lexa could hear everything.

‘It’s your first day at a new school. I was just calling to make sure you have everything you need.’ She heard the voice on the other end of the phone. 

“I have everything….” The girl responded somewhat distractedly as she rifled through her shoulder bag, clearly looking for something. “Except a pen. How did I forget a pen?”

‘Do you need me to bring you one?’

“Don’t be ridiculous, I can just borrow one from somebody.”

‘On the bright side, it’s a great way to make a new friend.’ The mom said hopefully.

“Good thinking mom.” The girl laughed into the phone. Both she and Lexa noticed Principal Jaha heading her way. “Hey, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

‘Okay. Have a nice day, sweetie!’ The blonde hung up and the phone, threw it back in her bag and stood up to meet the principal as he approached her.

“Ms. Griffin, sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Jaha apologized.

The blonde waved him off with a smile. “No worries.”

“Right this way.” Jaha said, motioning with his arm for her to follow him inside. “So, you said you just moved here from…”

“…Ton DC. We were there for just over a year, but my mom and stepdad wanted to move somewhere quieter.”

“Well, here’s hoping this is your last stop for a while.”

As their trivial conversation died there, Lexa heard their footsteps growing louder, echoing off the cheap tiles as they walk down the hall closer and closer. Right on time with their footfalls, Jaha opened the door to their classroom and walked in with the blonde standing shyly right behind him.

All eyes looked up to see who had come in. “Class, this is our new transfer student Clarke Griffin. I trust you will all do your best to make her feel welcome.” He said to mass of heads staring up at him, then he turned back to the blonde. “There’s a seat right back there for you.” Jaha pointed to the back of the class where there sat the only remaining unoccupied seat in the very last row, second desk in from the windows, immediately to Raven’s right and directly behind Lexa.

Clarke kept her head down and shuffled down the aisle until she reached her seat. As she passed by, Lexa was hit with a whiff of her perfume. She smelled of a rich lavender. Allowing her impulse to take control for the moment, Lexa grabbed one of the spare pens she kept on her desk and turned around to hand it to the blonde.

Clarke’s eyes snapped up and met Lexa’s, each taking note of how beautiful they believed the others to be. Clarke reveling in Lexa’s bright greens and Lexa’s doing the same in the clear blue of Clarke’s. She looked down to the brunette’s offering and breathed a surprised sigh of relief. “Thanks.” She let out as she lightly grabbed the pen from her. Their fingers made contact for a fraction of a second causing each of their breaths to hitch. Lexa quickly turned back before the ditzy smile she felt coming on presented itself and embarrassed her in front of the school’s newest addition.

Mr. Vie came by and set an extra syllabus down on Clarke’s desk, welcoming her to Arkadia High School and instructing her to read through the form with the rest of the class. The silence was restored, and Lexa tried to continue reading but it was proving most difficult as all she could think about was the girl occupying the seat behind her.

This chapter is going to be much longer and I will have it posted to AO3 as soon as I can. Thank you for all of those that gave kudos and comments. I promise it is not abandoned.

[rabexxpaulson]

Hidden Piece (Foxxay).

A/N: XXPaulsonLoverXX (wattpad) asked me for a prompt of jealousy hihi here it is lovely! Thank you so so much for the prompt, I really hope you enjoy it 🙈💗 Guys, thank you for reading! If you ever have any prompts PLEASE send me! And pretty please give me feedback hihi okay, enjoy!! Xoxo 

Ever since Cordelia had became the Supreme and gone public, tons of people had asked her to do a meeting for people to get to know the Academy better; Everyone kept showing interest on how the witches lived there; If it was normal just like any other house or if it had "special routines and objects". Eventually, Cordelia decided to finally have a kind of "party", inviting some important people to celebrate the beginning of a new era for the Coven.

It was a Friday night, a bit past 7 p.m. when the bell first rang; Cordelia glanced at her lover with a scared yet excited look, squeezing Misty's hand and heading to the door; In less than 30 minutes the big mansion was full, there were also some music playing and a bar full of every kind of drink imaginable.

The Headmistress was speaking with some people who were asking her questions about the food and the rooms' organization, inevitably glancing at Misty by the corner of her eye every time; The Swamp Witch wasn't used to being around many people, not to mention people she didn't know, so she kept quiet and just admiring her beautiful girlfriend, who left her speechless with every move she did.

Cordelia was debating some things with the Human Rights when she saw a drunk Madison getting closer to her lover.

"Um, will you excuse me for a second, please?" The Supreme  smiled awkwardly, being replied with nods and heading to the other side of the big room, where Misty was.

"Hey Dee, Maddie was talking ta'me ab-"

"Cordyyy, I was just telling Misty how freaking hot she looks on that dress" The girl smirked, causing the older woman to get her cheeks red and an unknown anger to follow up to her head.

"Maddie, I, um, thanks bu-"

"Excuse me?" The Headmistress spoke shocked, cutting the Swamp Witch.

"C'mon Cordelia, I know you agree with me" Madison winked as she got closer to the Cajun, caressing her bare arm. "I would so have sex with you, I bet your body is even hotter without this dress on".

"Um... thanks, I guess?" Misty smiled shyly, feeling completely uncomfortable with the awkward situation.

"Madison, will you please stop? You're making her feel uncomfortable"

"I think she's liking it" The movie star got even closer to the Cajun, causing her to glance at Cordelia with an uncomfortable and scared look.

"Madison I, um, I have a girlfriend, ya know that" Misty pulled the Headmistress closer as she stepped back from the younger girl.

"You'd better watch out Cordy, I'd kiss your little girlfriend anytime"

"Oh don't you dare" The Supreme glanced furiously at Madison, pulling Misty even closer.

"Madison I'd never kiss ya, ya know I love Dee too much"

"Well things can change, right? I 'll leave you two lesbos alone, gotta get myself a date since the hottie Swampie is already taken" Once again the movie star winked, turning back and then disappearing at the crowd.

Misty could feel her girlfriend breathing fast and an unfamiliar feeling at her aura; Softly, the younger witch turned to her lover, wrapping her arms around Cordelia's waist.

"Dee..." The curled blonde spoke calmly, her stomach tightening itself. "Ya know I-"

"I need to finish my talk with the Human Rights" Cordelia cut the blonde, pulling herself away from her lover's arms and disappearing on the room.

The Swamp Witch felt her heart beating fast; Have she done something wrong? When Madison came and started flirting with her  Misty was sure she didn't flirt back, neither gave the movie star a chance to understand things wrong, so why was Cordelia mad? Ever since they started dating the Headmistress was never one to be jealous; At least that's what the Cajun had thought.

As Cordelia left the Swamp Witch, she went straight to the bar; After all, she was pissed off in a way she didn't even know was possible, and a drink wouldn't hurt.

"A whiskey on the rocks, please" The woman smiled to the barista, who nodded and served her drink in just a few seconds; Without thinking too much, the Supreme started walking through the crowd while sipping on her drink, trying desperately to calm herself down. As the Headmistress kept taking deep breaths, she felt her hand throwing herself the whiskey, causing her delicate baby blue dress to get soaked; Cordelia groaned as she glanced at the soaked material, soon glancing around and finding a laughing Madison smirking at her.

"Madison, what's your problem?!" The Headmistress spoke angrily as she approached the movie star.

"What? It's not my fault if you're a dumb bitch" The girl gave one last laugh before rolling her eyes and turning away, getting lost at the amount of people. The Supreme found herself furious in the middle of the crowd; With tears of angriness already popping into  her eyes, she just made her way to the room she happily shared with the Cajun, never looking up; As soon as she got into the room, Cordelia placed her glass at the dresser and shut the door, going straight to the big bed and curling herself in.

Misty was walking fast trough the crowd as she finally spotted her lover running upstairs; With difficulty to pass through the people she finally managed to reach the stairs, walking quickly to the hall and straight to the big shared room. As Misty started getting closer she could hear low sobs coming from the room; With sweaty palms and a fast heartbeat the Cajun opened the door slowly, being greeted with her lover all nestled in bed while crying.

"Dee..." The curled witch had a concerned tone on her voice while she shut the door, never taking her eyes away of her lover. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" The Cajun softly climbed into the bed, hugging the Headmistress from behind and feeling her wet dress. "What happened to ya' dress, babe?"

"M-Maddison" The Headmistress managed to speak between sobs. "Y-you don't h-have to apologize, Mist". Cordelia caressed the Cajun's arms, which were hugging her waist. "I'm s-sorry for this"

"Delia, it's okay" The Swamp Witch carefully turned her lover, blue eyes staring into teary brown. "What did she do to ya' dress?" Misty asked as she gently wiped her lover's tears away, her own eyes getting teary from seeing her beloved Cordelia in such a state.

"It's not okay, Mist... I'm crying for nothing, and I don't want you to think you did something wrong, it's just..." The Headmistress took a deep breath before proceeding, trying to calm herself down a bit. "She reminds me so much of my mother and... w-when she came near y-you I felt all t-this emptiness a-again" Tears were rolling stronger down pink cheeks; Cordelia bit her lip in order to stop her tears, softly burying her face into Misty's chest, hugging her tightly. "I-it felt like all the t-times Fiona took t-things from m-me, and I f-felt scared Madison could t-take you"

"Delia, babe..." Misty felt her own tears coming now. "I'm not goin' anywhere, I love ya an' no one can change it" The Cajun rubbed the older witch's back, carefully placing a kiss on the older witch's forehead.

"I love y-you so much" The Headmistress whispered, her arms still strong around her lover. "And then she m-made me throw m-my drink on m-me and it f-felt like all the times I w-was with m-my mother... h-humiliating"

"What?!" Misty felt her anger coming strong as her lover's words hit her; No one was going to mess with her Cordelia. But, for more that she wanted to run downstairs and beat the fuck up of Madison, the Cajun still had her lover crying on her, and making the Headmistress smile was always her priority. After taking a deep breath, the Cajun proceed calmly. "Delia, angel..." Misty gently pulled apart from her lover, lifting her head carefully and staring into brown pearls. "Madison is nothin' compared to ya Dee, I know how Fiona used to make ya feel but there's no need to feel like this again" Gently, Misty wiped her lover's tears away, caressing her cheeks as she did so. "Ya're amazin', ya should let no one put ya down... ya' mother was no better than ya, an' I'll say that a million times if I have ta'"

Cordelia smiled as she connected their lips sweetly, feeling once again lucky for having such a wonderful woman on her life, a woman who managed to be her whole home. Suddenly, the Headmistress deepened the kiss, straddling her lover and feeling gentle hands caressing her waist. "I... love...you" The Supreme managed to whisper between kisses.

"I love ya too, Dee" Misty's lips moved down the older woman's jaw and neck, bitting it softly as her hands now traveled below the Headmistress' dress and caressed the bare skin of her thighs. "I love ya, and just ya... I'm all yours". Cordelia smiled as she lifted the curled blonde's head, connecting their lips again on a sweet kiss.

"And I'm yours" The Supreme whispered as she pulled apart, bitting on Misty's lower lip.

"Ya better be" Misty whispered as she rested her forehead on her lover's, softly caressing the bare skin on her waist. "Cause I can't live without ya". With the Cajun's last words, the Headmistress found her eyes teary once again, reconnecting their lips on a passionate kiss; Suddenly, Cordelia felt her lover pushing her on the bed, never breaking the kiss while she fell on top of the Headmistress.  "Unfortunately..." Misty whispered as her hands started traveling up her lover's thighs, lifting her dress as she did so. "I'll have to take ya' dress off" The Swamp Witch whispered as she bit the older witch's earlobe. "Otherwise ya will be sick from that wet thing". With quick hands, Misty lifted the dress all the way up the Headmistress' head, throwing it out of the bed and soon returning to her lover's lips, kissing it fiercely.

"M-Mist..." Cordelia managed to whisper between the kisses. "W-we really need to g-go back down"

"I'll be quick" The younger blonde whispered as she lowered her kisses to Cordelia's jaw and neck, massaging the Headmistress' breasts trough the white lace.

"Baby..." Cordelia threw her head back as her breath started getting heavy. "Y-you know I really want it but right n-now we just c-can't" The Headmistress struggled to keep a moan inside as she felt Misty's lips traveling down her chest, reaching the valley between her clothed breasts.

"Are ya sure ya want me stop?" The Cajun let her hands slip trough milky skin until the hem of the older woman's panties, toying with it slowly and causing the Supreme to let out a small moan. "Hm?"

"Fuck Mist..." Cordelia groaned as she pulled the younger witch up, kissing her harshly and squeezing the Swamp Witch's butt under the dress. "You know I can't resist you" Cordelia whispered before bitting the curled blonde's earlobe.

"Ya're the real tease here" Misty's hands traveled to the back of her lover, unbuttoning her bra and letting it fall to the floor, her lips soon finding a hardened nipple and sucking it gently. After giving enough attention to both of her lover's breats, the Cajun started going south, her nails softly scratching the older witch's sides as her lips reached Cordelia's tummy.

"Damn, babe" The Headmistress cried as she bucked her hips, hands already tangled into rural curls. Misty let out a smirk as she started pulling the other woman's underwear down, throwing it out of the bed and kissing all the way up to her core again, stopping at her lover's inner thighs to place hot kisses and soft bites. "P-please..." Cordelia felt her back arch as she begged, her eyes shutting involuntarily as she bit her lower lip. Giving the milky flesh one last kiss, the Cajun let her tongue slip trough the other woman's fluids, finding her bundle of nerves and flicking it soflty, causing Cordelia to let out a moan; Without wasting too much time, Misty inserted a finger on her lover, pumping it slowly as she sucked the Supreme's clit gently; The Cajun could hear her lover's moans getting louder and louder, causing her to smirk against the Headmistress center and insert another finger in, being rewarded with Cordelia's back arching as she let out an especific throaty moan. "M-Mist..."

"Yeah, babe?" The Cajun whispered as she lifted herself up, her lips now on her lover's neck as her fingers kept pumping.

"I'm n-not lasting long"

"I know doll, let it go for me" As Misty finished her sentence she let her thumb press harshly against her lover's clit, feeling the hips bellow her buck strongly as Cordelia let out a loud moan; In a few more pumps the Cajun could feel her lover's walls closing against her fingers; Giving the Headmistress neck one last kiss she heard her lover letting out a last moan, falling into her release as she was now biting the Cajun's shoulder gently. Misty slowly took her fingers off of the Headmistress, licking them clean and moaning at the sweet taste. "I love ya" Misty whispered as she rested beside her lover, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

"I love you much more" The Supreme smiled as she rested her head on the Cajun's chest, hugging her sweetly on the waist.

"No way" Misty giggled as she started stroking her lover's hair, feeling the beloved cherry fragance.

"Shh..." Cordelia mocked as she sunggled closer to her lover. "Babe... I really want to stay here, but we need to go back down"

"I know..." The Cajun pouted. "But just if ya let me beat the fuck out of Madison". Misty's words caused the Supreme to let out a giggle as she found herself, once again, overwhelmed by her girlfriend's love, kissing the Swamp Witch's cheek one last time before getting up.

"No violence, doll" Cordelia smiled as she started putting her underwear back. "But maybe a few drinks on her dress wouldn't hurt too much"

The lovers let out a last laugh before finishing getting ready; The rest of the party went way better, both shared kisses and giggles all the time, and unfortunately Madison ended up having to change her dress, due to some misterious drinks that slipped into her.

[l-l-kristofferson]

My Music

I am a big lover of music. I am eclectic and am up to listen to anything. If I like it, I will keep listening to the band. I do have a particular taste though. I am absolutely in love with rock music. It can range from soft rock to heavy metal. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy my pop, R&B, rap, and techno/electronica every now and again. But if you have ever browsed my YouTube playlist, you will find a lot of rock music. I am a big fan of Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, A Day To Remember, Kung Fu Generation, Bullet For My Valentine, Shinedown, Skillet, Disturbed, Paramore, Natewantstobattle, Flyleaf, Seether, Metallica, Three Days Grace, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Elvis Presley, and The Pillows to name some. I will only focus on a few for now.

My first rock band ever was Linkin Park. As a kid with ADHD, not a lot of things made sense. The one thing that did make sense was music. The first song I ever heard on the radio that I remember was Numb by Linkin Park. It was the first song I ever learned to sing that wasn't religious. Throughout the years, I would watch MTV's Top Ten Countdown, wishing there was a Linkin Park song on it. Breaking The Habit was the second Linkin Park Song I heard and got into heavily. I remember begging my mom to buy me a Linkin Park CD at the store. It was from their 2007 tour and it was all live. I played that CD out, memorizing each song word for word. Linkin Park was the music of my teenage years. When I heard that Chester Bennington died, I was heartbroken. I loved Chester's voice. He was the driving voice of the band. My top songs from their newer music is Heavy and Talking To Myself. Heavy really hits a cord with me. You can hear Chester's anguish and pain. I only wish he could have gotten help. Although it was a big hit to me, I know that he is no longer in pain. RIP Chester. You're an angel now. I'll hear you singing in the afterlife someday.

The next band I got into was Three Days Grace. I remember hearing their songs Riot and Animal I Have Become in one of the wrestling games my brother would play. Animal I Have Become was more my taste. I loved the heavy bass at the beginning, then it started in with the kick drum, then the guitar rift. It was just pure harmony. Since I had yet to get deep into YouTube, I went on Pandora to find out more music. I discovered their self titled debut album from 1999 and was deeply in love. I listened to edgy songs like Home, Just Like You, I Hate Everything About You, and Burn. Then I got into their 2006 album One-X. I was enamored with Adam's voice and got lost in a different world. As of now, the older stuff is what I listen to. I listen to a little bit of the new stuff with Matt as the lead singer. I have been giving them a try but nothing can erase the staple of Adam's voice like the old Three Days Grace.

My next band would have to be Seether. I discovered them by listening to MTV's Top Ten Countdown. The first song I heard from them was Breakdown off of their 2009 album Finding Beauty In Negative Spaces. From then on, I was hooked. I found their first album Disclaimer and loved it. My favorite songs from that one would have to be Fine Again and Driven Under. Then there was Karma and Effect in 2005. My favorites off of that one were Remedy, Truth, and The Gift. On Disclaimer II, I absolutely loved Sold Me. Off of their One Cold Night album, I loved their acoustic rendition of Tied My Hands. Seether was basically my Junior year of high school. I've tried to get into their newer stuff from Poison The Parish but it just doesn't have the same progressiveness as their earlier albums had. That's just my opinion. I know not everyone would agree. Don't get me wrong, Seether is still a kick ass band. But I feel that they lost their edge.

Let's get into my favorite 80's rock band, which would be Metallica. One might wonder how a twenty something got into Metallica. I got into them because of their Guitar Hero game. My brother and I grew up playing Guitar Hero. It's partially how I got good at recognizing a lot of singer's voices and the years the songs or albums were released. My favorite album by them would have to be Death Magnetic from 2008. I love their Black album and some of their Load album. But I'm more towards Death Magnetic. Although I like their newer work, I am a big fan of the song No Leaf Clover. I sing my little heart out when it comes on. I also like Enter Sandman (1991), Fuel (1984), To Whom The Bell Tolls (1984), Master of Puppets (1996), Whiskey In The Jar (1988?), and Nothing Else Matters (1994). I hope to see one of their shows before they decide to stop touring. I've been following their European tour online and I know that they're kicking ass. Rock out guys! Rock out!

Let's get into some of the bands that have leading ladies! The first band I will talk about is Paramore. Who doesn't love a punk rock band with a super awesome chick at the helm? I first got into Paramore due to their song Misery Business being in Guitar Hero World Tour. I loved Haley Williams' voice the instant I heard it. I bought their second album Riot when I was fifteen or sixteen. I would go through the lyric book and sing along to learn all the songs on the album. My favorites would have to be That's What You Get, We Are Broken, Crushcrushcrush, and Born For This. I love their cover of My Hero from The B-Side Bootlegs and I absolutely adore the alternate version of Emergency. Like Three Days Grace, I prefer the old Paramore compared to their newer stuff. Some of their newer songs are catchy, especially Ain't It Fun and Still Into You. But I like the grit they had when they were first starting out.

The last band I'm going to talk about is one that I didn't list. It would have to be Evanescence. Like Linkin Park, Evanescence was one of the first bands I got into as a kid. I used to own their album Fallen and memorized every song on it. Amy Lee's voice was intoxicating. And let's face it guys, Amy Lee is gorgeous! She was my first band crush. The band's song My Immortal was and is my absolute favorite. I just marveled at the emotion and power behind Amy's voice. I hoped to have a voice like hers when I was younger. I love the way Amy conveys the raw emotion in her lyrics and the sheer power of how she does it is astonishing. Two examples of this would have to be Breathe No More from the Elektra soundtrack and the 2016 edition of Even In Death from Lost Whispers. The melody and feeling just penetrate the soul and invigorate emotions that have been long forgotten. I'm breathless (figuratively and literally) when I am enriched by Amy's music. I hope to see an Evanescence concert in the future before they also decide to stop touring. I love you Amy!

There are tons of other bands I could talk about. But I will leave that for another post. Music is my escape from the world. Even now as I write this post, I'm listening to music. I feel that music is something the world needs more of. I'm sorry to say that a lot of the music now is hot garbage. That mainstream mumble rap stuff is terribly disappointing. I honestly wonder what happened to groups like Run DMC, Rage Against The Machine, and rappers like The Notorious BIG and Tupac. I feel that music has in a way lost its roots. If we can go back to basics and get into the true heritage of what rap used to be, we can revive the lost art.

Thanks for listening. Write again soon.

[the-letter-e]

He Gave Up

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONESHOT SERIES

Warning: minor language

A/N: thanks for all the support and encouragement you guys have given me to make a prequel. I’m blown away by how awesome all of you are every single day. <3 enjoy

Prequel to He Was Lost and He Was Found

Your fingers were shaking while ending a phone call with Ethan. He’d be on his way over once he’d helped his sister move a couch into her bedroom. You sunk your feet into a familiar pair of slippers, the ones that were so worn down they could pass as regular socks, and snuggled further into one of your boyfriend’s hoodies you’d taken. After throwing your hair up, you headed down the stairs with an unavoidable lump in your throat.

Ethan had been home for a couple weeks at the start of the summer and at first, everything was perfect. It was the way it was supposed to be and the way it always had been. You’d been so excited to see him again you were bursting at the seams with joy. You’d crashed into his waiting arms after barging into his house whose scent was the same every time- fresh and wintery. He’d laughed and planted wet kisses all over every inch of your face while you smiled into his neck. He’d been wearing one of the beanies you’d bought for his birthday the year prior and damn, he looked good.

 He’d bought you lunch and made you dress up for dinner in that little black dress he adored so much on you. He had kissed the back of your hand when he picked you up that night, before opening the car door for you. He’d played footsie with you under the table and grazed your fingers with his thumb, and when he’d stood and leaned forward to kiss your lips, you could finally breathe again.

 After dessert, and lots of it, you’d gone for a night cruise in his truck- one of your favorite things to do together. It was normally to kill time or to get away from Grayson for a minute, but that night, it was just to exist together. To relish in each other’s company because it had been missed so much. You’d laughed and sang along to the radio and stuck your hands out the window, letting the breeze flow through the gaps between your fingers. You’d made love in the back seat, skin stuck to leather and moans swallowed by open mouth kisses, tasting sweet and sugary.

On Wednesday, he’d taken you to the beach, walking hand in hand while feeling the sand between your toes. One of your flip flops got scooped up by a pelican, so you tried your best to chase it down, and obviously, Ethan laughed at you the entire time. The sun was shining extra bright that day, leaving in it’s wake red tinted noses and little pools of sweat under your sunglasses. Night fell before you knew it, so you played games on the boardwalk. Ethan was very talented at hitting down glass bottles with a baseball, and even though you insisted the games were rigged, he managed to win you a stuffed rabbit. You named it Jason and he rolled his eyes.

 Days following, however, weren’t so warm and welcoming. You’d expected it a little bit, because Ethan had a tendency to cave in on himself when he was upset about something. If there was one thing that made his skin crawl and the hairs on his arms stand up, one thing that made him the most agitated and filled with frustration, it was the moment he had to say goodbye to you, leaving you behind while he lived life in Los Angeles.

 He’d constantly tell himself that it would get easier. That the two of you would get used to it and maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But that time would never come. You shouldn’t have to ‘get used to it’ because he’d be damned if it wasn’t the most painful experience ever, and it was all because of him.

 He didn’t like that it was so unfair to you. That you’d sit in silence during the car ride to the airport, his mom or dad in the driver’s seat while Grayson sat in the front, leaving the two of you in the back to swallow any breath or sigh or sob that threatened to be heard. That he’d watch the silent tears roll down your cheeks through the reflection in the window because you’d never allow him to see them. That’d you’d clutch to his shirt when you’d hug him like he was going to disappear, then pretend like it didn’t completely kill you inside when you had to let go.

 That his mother would softly place her hand on your back when it was time to leave or that you’d have to chase him down for one last kiss, soaked with tears and trembling hands caressing his cheek. It wasn’t fair, that no matter how hard he’d try to keep it in and hold it all together, he’d eventually crumble and sigh out into your hair while you wrapped your arms around him.

 It was the same every time, sometimes worse, sometimes a little better, but it was always the same nonetheless. It shouldn’t have to be that way.

 Leaving was bad. It was a constant fight to push through, but no one prepared you for what it was like to live across the country from one another for months at a time. No one, not your mother who was the number one fan of you and Ethan’s relationship. Not his father who was a ‘take it as it comes’ kind of man and not his mom who could so easily smile your way and turn any day into a better one. Grayson was Ethan’s right hand man and even he couldn’t better prepare him for the three words that left a bitter taste in his mouth- long distance relationship.

 Sometimes, no number of facetimes, phone calls, or texts could make up for the bottomless pit in your stomachs. The lingering smell of your perfume on his sheets or his cologne on your pillows could only go so far before they began to fade. You could tell him about your day all you wanted, but in the back of your minds you’d both know it’d be better if he was there to experience it with you.

 The feeling was like reading an entire book, but not the last page, or walking down a dark hallway without a flashlight, or reaching out for something that wasn’t there. Call it a phantom limb- the sensation that a missing or amputated arm or leg is still attached. That was what you were to one another.

 Every part of you was memorized, your smells, the sounds of your laughs, the feeling or your hands when they interlocked, the colors of your eyes and hair and the sounds of your voices when you woke up in the morning, or late at night when you were tired. That mole on his cheek and divots above his collar bones and how when you’d tell him you loved him, his eyes would soften like it’s the first time he’s ever heard it. That weird sound he made when he laughed really hard, like an engine trying to start or the awkward one you did when you were embarrassed or uncomfortable. The way you called him ‘E’ and the butterflies in your stomach whenever he referred to you as ‘giggles’.

 When Ethan called and asked if he could come over and talk, it wasn’t completely unexpected. It was evident in his voice. You knew he was dreading leaving in a couple of days.

 You were in the kitchen tearing open a granola bar when your heart sank at the sound of the door bell echoing throughout your house.

 Because Ethan never rang the doorbell.

 Maybe it sounded stupid, and to anyone else, it probably was. But right then and there, you knew something was wrong. All things considered.

 Your mom was watching television in the living room. She turned to give you a questioning look from behind the top of the couch, but you ignored her as you approached the front door, checking through the peephole in case it wasn’t who you were expecting, but sure enough, there he was. Wearing a white sweatshirt with his hands shoved in the front pocket, and staring at his feet while scuffing the pavement. You felt instant relief when you watched him, but you couldn’t ignore the thought telling you you should be worried.

 He looked up when you cracked the door open, his heart beating so fast he wondered if you could hear it. You stepped onto your porch and he watched intently as your eyes scanned his, crossing your arms when a crisp, summer wind breezed by.

 He noticed you hesitate to step closer to him, but you didn’t and he couldn’t blame you for that.

 “What’s going on?” You asked, voice cracking into a whisper.

 He should have known you’d be weary. “Maybe we should sit,” he told you, motioning toward the porch swing off to the left.

 A part of you wanted to scream at him to get to the point, but the smarter part of you followed in his lead. When you were both sitting, Ethan struggled to find the words he had rehearsed with Grayson, simple and to the point. Just get it over with, but having you seated next to him, worry and confusion etched onto your face, he realized it was a lot easier said than done. How was he supposed to do this?

 “E,” you breathed after many heart beats passed.

 He was tapping his foot aimlessly, hunched forward on his lap with his hands locked together. He cleared his throat, but the lump wouldn’t go away. Without thinking, you slid your hand between his before he looked up at you, sadness and exhaustion shining through your eyes.

 “We can’t keep doing this to ourselves,” he spoke while shaking his head, not recognizing the sound of his own voice.

 “What?” Maybe it was a stupid question, but you couldn’t handle how vague he was being. You needed to hear him, to really hear him and understand.

 Ethan glanced down at your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles the way he always did to calm you down. The funny thing was, he didn’t even know he was doing it. It was second nature. “I don’t think this long distance thing is for us.”

 You felt the burn in the back of your throat when his words hit you like ton of bricks and Ethan frowned when your hand slid away from his. His skin suddenly feeling cold and unwelcoming.

 He took a shaky breath before continuing. “I don’t miss the little cues that tell me you need more than what I can give you. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it out there. There’s so many opportunities for me and Gray and the fans… the fans deserve my undivided attention too, they always have.”

 Everything was moving in slow motion. You were looking at him, but you were more or less looking through him. His lips were moving, but you could hardly make out what was being said, like he was speaking underwater.

 Noticing the color drain from your face, he tried to scoot closer and reach out for you. “Baby-”

 “No, don’t call me that.” Your voice was strangled, like the words had to claw their way out.

 Ethan frowned. He’d never seen you curl away from him, shun away from his touch or his words. You were sitting right next to him, but suddenly you felt further away than ever before, and that was saying a lot.

 “I really think this is for the best,” he admitted, but who was he convincing, you or himself? “It’ll be better this way.”

 You clutched your hands into fists in your lap to keep from pummeling him. It sounded like he was talking just to get it over with and out of the way and as sad as you were, that made you even more angry.  

 “How, Ethan?” You asserted, growing frustrated. He looked at you like you had just slapped him across the face. “How is this better? I’m sorry, but I don’t see it that way at all. I think you’re giving up on us too easily.”

 “You think this is easy for me?” Ethan shot back, sitting up straighter with wide eyes. “I don’t like hurting you, but that’s all I ever do! I fucking hate it. I hate that I’m the reason we can’t have a perfect, normal relationship like everybody else! You deserve so much more than that.”

 Oh no. There it was. You’d had numerous arguments about what the both of you deserved before and it was always a sticky subject. You’d always think it was him who deserved better. Who deserved more than what you could offer. You knew if the fight was going to be about that, than there would never be an end in sight.

 All you could do was shake your head before the tears started building behind your eyes. They were painful and blurred your vision. And it sent a deep, driving pain through Ethan’s chest to know he was actually following through with this, with saying goodbye to you.

 “It’s just so hard,” he sighed out, looking deep into your eyes he so easily got lost in. “It’s too damn hard to feel homesick for a person. Because you’re here and I’m- I’m over there, and when I’m with you,” he stopped to shake his head as it was becoming increasingly hard to speak. “When I’m with you hours feel like seconds, but when I’m without you, days feel like years.”

 “I know,” you choked out, because you did. You knew that feeling well.

 “It’s ridiculous, really. I wake up and the first and only thing I want to do is talk to you. Most days I’m absolutely miserable and it shows. But I can’t be, you know? I can’t afford to be unfocused.”

 “You really think this is the solution for that?” You asked, wiping at your eyes before they could bubble over. “You think breaking up with me will make it all better?”

 Truthfully, he had no idea. Probably not. But nonetheless he knew it couldn’t keep going the way it was. Because your relationship was so good, and so pure, and so beautiful, and so everything he’s ever wanted and more, but it seemed the closer you got to one another, the more it destroyed him when you were gone.

 So without a word, he nodded his head.

 It was like physically feeling a knife stab through your heart and by the hands of Ethan, twisted and yanked and beaten until there was nothing left.

 “But you’re my best friend,” you cried, letting the tears fall as they may. Ethan was always there to cheer you up and make you laugh and pick you up and swing you around. He was always there for you even when he wasn’t actually there. What were you supposed to do without him? “How could you do this to me?”

 Ethan’s heart broke in two when you buried your face in your hands and lifted your knees up to your chest, curling into a ball. “I know, you’re my best friend, too. You know you are. You’re everything to me. Please don’t cry. Please.” He was begging you as he scooted closer on instinct, wrapping his arms around you. You sobbed into his chest, tears dampening his hoodie.

  You cried and your shoulders shook. Ethan held you tighter, trying to mend together your pieces because maybe if he let go you’d shatter into a million pieces and it would all be his fault. You didn’t deserve to be hurting, but he thought he definitely deserved to see you broken as your revenge on him.

 Tears stung his eyes as they boiled and pooled over. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! Please,” his voice croaked before he heard himself sob. “Please don’t cry.”

 Through your blurry eyes, you could see his were red and puffy and it made you cry harder. Question after question filled your mind. “I thought you loved me.” It hurt to talk.

 “I do!” Ethan yelled, saddened you’d ever think for a second that he didn’t because the truth was, you consumed him. There was not an inch of him that was left untouched by you.“Fuck, I probably always will, okay? This isn’t about that. I love you so much and you did nothing wrong. I promise.” He kissed your forehead then, lingering for a moment. “I promise, I love you.”

 You lulled into him, basking in his touch and his kiss and the smell of him. Finally your arms pulled against his torso, wrapping each other up in a hug as your cries finally died down. He’d comfort you all night if he had to.

 When you’d pulled apart, after moments of complete silence apart from jagged breaths and sniffles here and there, your lips were less than an inch apart and without wasting a second, they pulled together like magnets in a hungry kiss, salty from bulky tears. You climbed him, your hands going from his waist to his chest to his neck and then running through his hair.

 He moaned as a silent tear fell from underneath his closed eyelid and rolled into the space where your lips connected. Maybe if you kept kissing him, he’d forget he wanted to break up in the first place. Or maybe you’d just wanted to savor him. The feeling of his lips on yours where they felt so good and at home. Holding the back of his head, you forced him closer as if to say ‘don’t leave me’ and his skin grew warm.

 Forcefully, he pulled you as close as you could get. Tasting you, touching you everywhere, holding you tightly, feeling you like it was the last time he ever would. You kissed and kissed until it hurt. Until it had to be over. Until he pulled away, slowly and scared to open his eyes and look at you. But he did, and those eyes had him falling deep in love with you all over again.

 “Please don’t leave me,” you murmured, but you already knew what he was about say.

 “I have to,” Ethan swallowed, painfully.

 “Life’s too short for you to spend it waiting on me to come home,” he whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek. “You deserve better than that.”

 There it was again. That word made your skin crawl.

 “No, Ethan, we deserve better than all of this.” You stood off the swing, feeling stir crazy. Your nose was running and the tears were still paving their way down your cheeks, falling off your chin. “Trust me, I hear what you’re saying, as much as it kills me, I get it. But what we have is so great. No, it’s the fucking best! All my favorite memories are with you and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you around to make me laugh all the time.”

 It was a struggle to talk, but finally the words bottled up in your mind needed to be heard. He listened, rubbing at the tears that were flowing down his face again. He hung onto to every word that escaped from your mouth and paid attention to every step you took on the porch as you paced back and forth.

 “You’re the one person who I can always count on, no matter what and when I’m sad or I’m scared or- or whatever! You always know how to make me feel better because that’s just what you do, Ethan! You know me better than anyone, maybe even better than I know myself… So I’m not okay with this. I’m never going to be okay with this because I know if you just stick it out, and we fight this, we could have something even better than we do already. Something epic!”

 He stood up, wobbling on his feet and feeling like the ceiling was pushing down on him. He had to get out of there. He wasn’t as strong as he once believed and he knew with any more of this, with watching you sob and pull him back in with every word, you’d be able to convince him to stay with you. He couldn’t backtrack.

 “Ethan?” You questioned as he looked at you in a way you’d never seen before. With droopy eyes and downward turned lips. Face red from crying. He took one uneasy step towards the stairs and you panicked. “No, stop. No!”

 He took another step before sliding a hand down his face. “Ethan, no, what are you doing?”

 Your hand caught his, clutching him so tightly between your fingers your knuckles grew white. But his hand went limp, everything about him felt numb.

 “Please, stay. Just stay with me!” Your voice was spiraling as you got more and more worked up. “You’re everything. You’re my soulmate, I know you are.”

 With every step he took, you tried your best to pull him back, to drag him in and keep him forever. But one by one, his fingers slipped away from your grasp.

 “No… no, please don’t leave me!” You cried and it didn’t matter how desperate you sounded, because you were desperate. Your boyfriend, your best friend, your love, your Ethan, was breaking the one thing you’d trusted him with most. Your heart.

 His arm fell loosely at his side once he’d walked far enough away from you to let go of his pinky that you’d tried to hold onto with every fiber of strength you could muster. He raced down the stairs, unlocking his car before rounding the front and opening the driver’s door, trying to ignore your pleads as best as he could, but it was impossible. The hurt in your voice was something he’d never heard come out of you before. It shattered him to the core.

 He took one last look at you, the tears streaming down your face, your swollen eyes shining under the porch light, and the frown on your lips that he’d maybe never have the pleasure of kissing again. Your eyes locked on each other for a moment, and time stood still.

 Then, he hung his head and lowered himself into his car, slamming the door behind him.

 “Ethan!” You shouted and cried and sobbed and begged, all at the same time. But you knew he couldn't hear you anymore. Even worse, you knew he wasn’t coming back.

 As he started the engine, your knees gave out from under you, making you crumble to the ground. You buried your face in your hands, full out crying like you’d never cried before. You were surprised you even had tears left, but maybe now, that’s all you’d ever have.

 Ethan was staring straight ahead when putting his car in drive and lifting his foot off the brake. From the corner of his eye, he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you had fallen, that he had officially broke you. With blurry vision, he watched you fade further and further into the distance through the rearview mirror and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life.

 Letting somebody go is never as easy as letting them in. And as much as it hurts- if you really want them to be happy- the absolute best thing you can do for them is to leave them alone. Even if it breaks you.

 If it doesn’t destroy you when it’s over, then it wasn’t really love.

[iheartstiles]

Inevitable | Stiles

{ Y/N/N = Your Nick Name Y/L/N = Your Last Name }

There he was, flinging the ball passed the goalie pretty much effortlessly during lacrosse practice. I leaned against the bleachers and smiled, fixing my ponytail. Stiles grinned my way, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I turned and, as expected, Lydia Martin walked passed me while elegantly swaying her hips.

I watched as Stiles forgot what he was doing, stumbling over his own feet but staying upright nonetheless. He blushed and quickly turned away, talking to Scott about something that I couldn’t hear.

Being in love with somebody who didn’t even notice you was probably the most stupid thing that I had gotten myself into ever since… well, ever. I forced myself to turn and walk away, knowing that if I stayed longer the ache in my heart would increase and I’d embarrass myself in front of a ton of people I wasn’t even friends with.

An hour later I had just arrived in my next class, Chemistry, and I sat down at a desk ready to be paired with some random nerd. However, I didn’t know that Chemistry lesson would change my life forever.

–

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr Stilinski.” Mr Harris said and my head shot up. I refrained myself from exclaiming my shock, and before I could even properly prepare myself, I felt somebody’s presence beside me.

“Hey. I guess we’re paired up for this project, huh?” Stiles said. His voice was so smooth and the way his lips moved made me want to kiss them so bad. God, I had to control myself.

“Y-yeah.” I stammered, moving my bag off the chair next to me and Stiles sat down, dropping his bag against the table in front of him.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked as he took out his books out. While Mr Harris continued to pair up students, he looked at me with those honey-coloured eyes and I swear I felt my insides melt.

I smiled slightly. “Y/N. You’re Stiles, right?”

“That’s me.” He laughed. “Pretty name, by the way.”

“Thanks.” I said, unable to stop myself from blushing. Stiles grinned and opened his book just as Mr Harris started announcing the project.

I noted what he said down. “… Please submit it next week Friday. This is both a test of intelligence and memory as well as a test of your ability to work together. Have a good day.”

With a groan, I closed my book. “If you want, I can just find some topics today and we can start the work on Monday.” I knew Stiles hated Chemistry, although he was extremely smart but it seemed that Mr Harris didn’t quite like him.

“I’m not going to let you do all the work.” Stiles said. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I… I think so.” I said, trying to make it seem as if I had to think about it. Honestly, I didn’t have anything to do after school. I only really spoke to people inside of school, and my mum was out all of the time so it didn’t really matter whether she granted me permission or not.

“Okay. Give me your number and I’ll text you later, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah sure.” I wrote my number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him, and he smiled in a way that could have made any girl swoon.

The bell rang and Stiles packed his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah. Bye, Stiles.” I said before he walked away, glancing at me once before he disappeared out of the door. I bit my lip and hit my forehead. Goodness, I couldn’t believe I had literally just spoken to my crush for the first time ever, and I’d probably been super obvious.

I got up and headed to the lockers to pick up my books, seeing as Chemistry was my last period of the day.

—

I arrived home and groaned when I noticed my mum’s car parked in the driveway. I parked my bicycle against the wall before heading inside the house, meeting my mum sitting at the dining table, sipping her tea and reading some sort of fashion magazine.

“Hi, Mum.” I greeted her, hanging my coat up and heading towards the kitchen to grab an apple before I leaned against the counter and watched my mum put the magazine down and acknowledge my existence.

“Hi, sweetie. How was school?”

“It was fine.” My phone buzzed in my pocket, and my mum raised her eyebrows.

“Who’s that? Have you finally made a friend?”

I rolled my eyes, hiding the fact that my heart literally missed a beat because it couldn’t be anyone other than Stiles, the only people who had my number was my mum, Stiles and Katherine who only had my number because our mothers were friends.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, tapping on the text notification. “It’s just someone I have to do a Chemistry project with. Anyway, how’s work?”

“Good as usual. Got the day off, but I’m leaving again tomorrow morning.”

Stiles: Hey Y/N/N. It’s Stiles. I hope it’s okay to call you that. Just wanted to ask what time you’re comfortable with to hang out tomorrow? Your house or mine?

“Right. What time?” I asked, as I typed a reply. I was glad I had a knack for multitasking.

Me: Sure. Anytime’s good, and I honestly don’t mind. You pick.

“My flight leaves at 8, so I’ll be gone around 7. I’ve also got a dinner invitation from Katherine’s mum, but there’s lasagna in the fridge.” Mum said, and I sighed. The few days a month that my mum was home, she always immediately made plans with her many lady friends and left me to tend for myself. At least she gave me the money to get whatever I needed for groceries, clothes, etc., but it still hurt sometimes that she was hardly around.

“Okay, Mum.” I said. My phone buzzed again and Mum once again looked at me suspiciously. “You’ve been acting weird lately. Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk to me about?”

“No, there’s nothing I need to talk to you about. Not now, anyway.” I said, taking a bite of my apple before glancing back down at my phone.

Stiles: Is your house okay? Dad’s got a day off tomorrow and yeah. Maybe around 3 pm?

“Okay. I’m going to go get ready.”

“Fine. Bye, Mum.” I said without looking up. I had a nervous ache in my stomach, and I suddenly didn’t feel that hungry anymore.

Me: Yeah, that’s fine.

Stiles: Cool :) See you then.

Me: See you.

I sighed and slid my phone into my back pocket, finishing my apple before throwing the core away and heading upstairs to do my homework.

—

The next day I woke up from the sound of my mum’s car leaving the driveway, I tried going back to sleep, but my mind had decided that overthinking today’s events would be a better activity than sleeping, so I was left getting up at 7 am on a Saturday morning.

I made my way downstairs after grabbing my English books and sat at the kitchen island, doing my homework in an effort to let time go by faster.

It was 9:02 when I finally finished the last piece of homework I had and I made myself some breakfast before taking a shower and getting ready for the day.

At 2:45 I had gone grocery shopping, cleaned the house, tidied my room and done possibly everything I could have done. This definitely meant I would be extremely bored tomorrow, but I’d rather be bored than have to endure the nauseated feeling the butterflies in my stomach were producing.

I got a text from my mum that she’d arrived in Los Angeles and I didn’t reply. I couldn’t be bothered to. I headed downstairs and poured myself a glass of apple juice, sipping it slowly. I nearly let the glass fall when the doorbell rang. Yesterday evening, before I had gone to sleep, I had texted Stiles my address because of course I had completely forgotten to do so during our earlier text exchange.

After putting the glass down I made my way to the front door and opened it, only to find Stiles grinning at me. He was wearing a white t-shirt with red details and jeans, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his eyes glistened in the sunlight.

“Hey there.” Stiles smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to tackle this beast of a project and strangle it.”

“Well that’s one way to put it.” I said, a weight lifting off my shoulders and the twist in my stomach leaving. “Come on in.” I opened the door wider and stepped out of the way to allow him to enter.

He walked in with a smile, looking around. “Nice house. Are you home alone?”

“Yeah.” I said, closing the door. “As usual.”

“You’re home alone most of the time?” Stiles asked, and I nodded. “Yeah. Mum works for some company and she travels a lot. She’s home maybe five days a month. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure. Doesn’t that get lonely, though?”

“Kind of. I’m used to it.” I said. “What would you like?”

“Uhm.. Whatever you’re having is fine.” Stiles said. I nodded. “Well, I’m having apple juice. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah.” Stiles replied and I poured him a glass and refilled mine. “So where are we going to work?” He asked once I handed his glass to him.

I bit my lip, thinking. “Let’s work upstairs, yeah? I’ve got everything we need there.”

“Alright.” Stiles said, and I motioned for him to follow me upstairs to my bedroom. Once we got there I pulled my books out from my bookshelf and laid them on the floor in front of my bed.

“So what do you want the project to be about?” I asked as I sat down on the carpeted floor, and Stiles dropped his bag against the bed and sat in front of me.

“I’m not sure. I wasn’t exactly listening to what he was saying.” Stiles admitted, blushing.

I laughed. “I don’t blame you. He wants us to choose an experiment, make it happen, observe it and then write our observations.”

“Right. Maybe we could…”

—-

That was the start of my friendship with Stiles. We started hanging out more, though I kept it all a secret from my mum. I was stubborn, I told myself that if she wasn’t here she didn’t care and she didn’t have to know because, knowing my mum, she would make a big deal about it and question me about any ‘possible relationships’.

Sure, I still had a crush on Stiles but I had learned to control it. I’d become close with Scott as well, and thanks to Stiles I didn’t feel so bored or lonely outside of school. There were times when our hugs lingered a bit longer than an average hug ('the average hug’ meaning Scott’s hugs because there really weren’t any other guys I was comfortable enough with to hug) but I told myself I was just imagining it.

“Y/N.. Y/N!” Somebody whispered, and I turned to find Scott crouching on the roof outside my window. “Scott?! What are you doing here?” I asked, as I opened the window as quietly as possible. “You know my mum’s home!”

“I do, I do. But Stiles said he needs us both. Something happened in the woods, some sort of murder or something. Stiles thinks it’s another wolf.” Scott said. I nodded and quickly pulled my shoes on and pulled on a hoodie I had borrowed from Stiles once and never returned. It smelled like him and it made my heart race, as if he were here with me in person.

You see, Scott was a werewolf. It’s a long story, but Stiles had explained everything to me once I had found out. “Okay. One second.” I said quietly to Scott before opening the door and shouting, “Mum, I’m off to sleep. Goodnight!”

“Sleep well, sweetie!” She replied and I closed the door, turning the light off and heading towards the window. Scott had already moved so I could go through, and I climbed onto the roof swiftly, having done this a million times before.

“Nice hoodie.” He smirked, probably identifying Stiles’ scent on it. “Thank you.” I grinned, following him as he jumped off the roof and I did the same. He ran into the woods and I followed him, until eventually we saw Stiles’ familiar blue Jeep parked in the middle of a clearing.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him leaning against the side of the car, and I immediately ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder before I pulled away with a blush. God I hated how my cheeks heated up so easily.

“Alright guys, that’s enough.” Scott teased, like he always did. I stuck my tongue out at him, but I knew thanks to his supernatural hearing. “Fill us in, Stiles?” I asked him.

“A random couple got murdered, heard my dad say something about wolf-like bites on the bodies. I thought Scott should investigate.” Stiles said. “We can’t just let another wolf enter Beacon Hills. I’ve already called Derek, he’s aware of the situation.”

“Okay.” I said. “So why’d you need me here?”

“Moral support.” Stiles grinned brilliantly and I felt my knees weaken but thankfully I stabilised myself by leaning against the car just as Stiles was doing, only I was leaning with my shoulder against it. “I need another human here in case Scott decides to forget that I don’t have supernatural powers.”

“That happened once, Stiles!” Scott exclaimed, and I laughed. “Shouldn’t we go investigate, guys?” I asked, and Stiles smiled at me.

“Always thoughtful. Let’s go, Scott.”

“Do you have a flashlight?” Scott asked, and Stiles turned to open the car door and a few seconds later a flashlight was tossed to both Scott and I, and he was holding his own.

“Always prepared.” I retorted, and Stiles laughed before locking the car.

Scott made a gagging sound, and I glared at him. We headed off into the woods, Stiles leading the way and Scott sniffing for a trace of the wolf.

“Do you think it’s an omega?” I asked Scott quietly, and he shrugged. “I don’t know, Y/N. I haven’t picked up anything yet.”

We finally got at the crime scene, and I saw Stiles’ dad, the Sheriff, talk to some police officers. Scott stopped, and I turned to him only to find him walking in the opposite direction. He motioned for me to follow and I grabbed Stiles’ hand to get his attention.

I blushed in the dark, aware of how his hand fit in mine and Stiles turned towards me. “What?” He asked quietly.

“Scott found a scent. Come on.” I pulled him towards Scott, and I turned my flashlight off as to not gain attention.

We followed Scott until we arrived at Allison and Scott’s secret spot. Derek was already there, and his eyes flashed at us as if to say 'stay back’….

—

“Come on, I’ll give you a boost up.” Stiles said later that night once we arrived at my house. I nodded and he boosted me up so I could climb onto the roof. He followed suit, and we slowly walked over to the window of my room. I opened it slowly and jumped in quietly, Stiles doing the same.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. “Is Scott going to be okay?”

“Of course he will. He’s in good hands with Deaton.” Stiles said and I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard. Stiles did the same and we both sat there for a moment. What had happened today had been the first time I’d truly experienced anything supernatural that was dangerous, and to be honest I was feeling extremely shook up.

“Y/N/N…” Stiles said. “You’re going to be okay. Everything will. Look at me, I’ve survived this for like a year now. I’m doing fine.”

“I know.” I said. “I just–” I made the mistake of looking up into his eyes, and I realised how close those beautiful lips were to mine. All I had to do was lean in a little bit and they would touch.

“You just?” Stiles asked, and I completely forgot what I wanted to say.

“Nothing. Are you tired?” I asked, and Stiles shook his head. “No. You?”

“I don’t know.” I said honestly.

Stiles smiled slightly. “Would you like me to leave?”

“No, please don’t.” I said. “Just want to lay down for a bit.”

Stiles nodded, and he gently grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. I smiled at him and moved down, turning on my side and he kissed my shoulder.

“This is my hoodie isn’t it?” He whispered, and I nodded. “Yeah. Sorry, it’s just really comfortable and I kept forgetting to give it back.”

“That’s okay.” He said, and I turned my head, looking at him. “Stiles?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking up from behind my shoulder and I bit my lip. “Do you still like Lydia?”

“No…” He said, a flush covering his pale skin. “I’ll always admire her because well, I had feelings for her for ten years. But no, I don’t obsessively like her anymore.”

“Oh, okay.” I said, trying to act cool even though I was mentally doing a happy dance.

Stiles hummed against my shoulder. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason.” I answered, turning my head back around and sighing into the soft pillow.

“Okay.” He gave my hand a tight squeeze, and before I realised it, I was falling asleep….

–

“Y/N Y/L/N!!” A shrill voice woke me up and I groaned. “Mum leave me alone.”

“Not until you explain why the Sheriff’s son is in your bed!” She shouted, and I felt somebody stir behind me and yesterday’s events came rushing back to me as I woke up fully.

“Who’s shouting?” Stiles asked as he, too, woke up slowly. I opened my eyes only to find my mum, completely dressed, with her arms crossed and I quickly got up.

“Mum, it isn’t what you think!” I said. “Look, we’re both fully dressed. He’s just my friend.”

“You never–”

“Because you’re never around.” I said, and I turned to Stiles who was looking at me with a look that I couldn’t decipher.

“Y/N….” She said.

I sighed. “Mum, can you leave me alone for a bit? Please? Nothing happened, I promise.”

“Fine. Stiles, that’s your name right?” She asked Stiles, who nodded. “You may join us for breakfast if you want.”

“Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N.”

My mum nodded before walking out of my room and closing the door behind her. I sighed and fell back onto the bed, groaning and covering my face with the pillow.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked, and I groaned into the pillow. Suddenly the pillow was being pulled away and Stiles was leaning over me. My heart started racing like it usually did when he was this close to me, and Stiles smiled at me.

“What?” I asked, and he chuckled. “I knew it. Scott told me.”

My eyes widened and he moved closer. “He told me your heart beat rose whenever you were around me. He could smell it off you, you know. From the moment he met you.” He whispered. “I didn’t believe him at first. I thought he was messing with me. I knew for sure yesterday when you asked me whether I still liked Lydia.”

“Great.” I sighed and Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Not happy?”

“You’re going to friendzone me now, right?”

“Well… no.” Stiles said. “I was planning to kiss you, but if you don’t want to then that’s fine too.”

My jaw dropped, and he laughed, pressing my chin slightly so as to close my mouth. Without warning, he kissed me.

It was everything I had imagined and more. His warm lips were soft and fit mine as if they were the missing puzzle piece. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss because god I felt like I was dreaming and I wanted to make the dream worth it.

He smiled against my lips and laughed. “Wow, Y/N/N. Ever heard of taking it slow?”

“For god’s sake, Stilinski, shut up.” I said, kissing him again and rolling us over so I was straddling him. I cupped his cheeks and brushed my lips against his, teasing him slightly.

“You made me wait, and you expect me to take it slow.” I mumbled as I kissed his jaw line before kissing his lips again.

Stiles didn’t reply, although to be fair I didn’t really allow him to. When I finally pulled away to catch my breath, Stiles’ lips were tinged red and I knew mine were probably marked as well. “Weren’t you supposed to go speak to you mum?”

“Oh. Right.” I said, having forgotten that completely. I got off of him and for a moment just stared at him, unable to comprehend that we’d just spent about ten minutes making out. It was weird, finally kissing him when I’d been crushing on him for SO long.

He smiled and sat up, leaning over to peck my lips. “Do you want me to stay and wait or should I go?”

“Is that even a question?” I asked. “And, stop kissing me. I’m going to end up not being able to control myself.”

“Wow. What have I done to you?” Stiles asked mockingly. I shrugged. “You kissed me, that’s what.”

“Yeah well it was inevitable.” Stiles said. “I liked you too much.”

I blushed but before I could reply Stiles spoke again. “Go talk to your mum, Y/N/N. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Okay.” I believed him, but I still felt like I was in a dream. I smiled at him before getting up and walking towards the door, heading towards the kitchen to speak to my mum, hoping deeply that she’d believe me.