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Liam Payne Imagines

Welcome to my Liam imagines masterlist! All my imagines are 600 to 1500 words and organized from oldest to newest! I hope you all enjoy reading and feedback is always welcome!

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+ means smut is mentioned

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Last Updated: October 18, 2021

1. Liam's name pops up on your phone after being broken up for two years

2. You're in labor at the hospital

3. * You're in the shower with Liam and things get a little steamy

[jjchantill]

Truth or Dare: Liam (Part 2)

Part One

“I can’t believe I let you guys talk me into playing this game again,” Louis says, sinking down into one of the vacant chairs surrounding the table.

“Come on, you know you had so much fun the last time,” you say.

“I had a hotdog and mayo smoothie, in what universe is that fun?” Louis says.

“In every universe that involves me entertaining my adult boyfriend because he got bored and wouldn’t stop bothering me like an incessant toddler,” you say.

Liam kisses your cheek, “I love you.”

“You better,” you say.

He takes a seat in the chair next to yours as the rest of the boys take a seat around the table too.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Harry says.

“You are way too enthusiastic about this game, mate. Do you remember the dog food potatoes?” Louis asks.

Harry laughs, “I do, but I’m also ready to hear some dark and dirty secrets.”

“I’m spilling my guts. I’ve already decided, no matter the question...I’m telling everything. I hope you guys have made your peace with whoever you need to because none of your secrets are safe,” Niall says.

You laugh, “well, we know how easy it is to get Niall to talk should we ever need to interrogate him...everyone ready?”

“Yep,” Liam says.

“Not in the least, but let’s do this,” Louis says.

“Bring it on,” Harry says.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” you ask.

“Let’s just get this out of the way,” Niall says.

“Alright, Nialler. Truth or dare?” you ask.

“Um...let’s go with truth,” Niall says.

“Let’s see...have you every hooked up with one of the boys’ exes?” you ask.

Niall’s eyes go wide and you laugh.

“You have!”

“What the hell, Niall?” Louis asks.

“Um...” Niall starts.

“Was it Taylor? Oh, or Eleanor?” you ask.

“Uh...”

“You have to tell us,” Liam says.

“Yeah, mate. You can’t keep that kind of thing a secret,” Louis says.

"I can't...I can't tell you guys. I promised I wouldn't say anything after it happened," Niall says.

"Come on, who was it Niall?" you ask.

Niall shakes his head, biting his lip.

"If you're not going to answer then it's time to fill your guts, Niall" you say.

Niall looks down at the plate in front of him before taking a deep breath.

"Alright...it was..."

He shakes his head again, "fuck."

He grabs a spoon before putting a giant spoonful in his mouth. His face is calm for a minute like he's enjoying himself until all the color drains from his face and he runs to the sink.

"What the hell is that?" he asks.

"Pickle juice, hot dog water, and habanero pepper jello," you say.

"Oh, that's disgusting," Louis says.

"Yep," you say, popping the p.

Niall returns to his seat and downs some more water before turning towards Liam.

"Truth or dare, Liam."

Liam is silent for a minute before taking a deep breath, "truth."

"Have you ever thought about hooking up with one of Y/n's friends? And if so which one and when?" 

You turn your head towards Liam before lifting an eyebrow. He nervously fidgets in his chair.

"Liam James Payne!" you exclaim.

"It was one time, and I was really drunk," he says.

"When was this?" you ask.

"Yourbirthdayparty," he quickly, mumbles.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we heard that," Niall says.

"Y/n's birthday party," Liam says.

"My birth...you fantasized about someone else on my birthday?" you ask.

"I was drunk, and I haven't thought about it since," Liam says.

"But you still thought it," you say.

"Love..."

"Who was it? Was it Y/b/f/n?"

"Y/n..."

"It was wasn't it?" you ask.

"Love..."

"I can't believe this. You fantasized about someone else on my..."

Liam cuts you off with a kiss on the lips.

"It was a one-time thing and I have not thought about it since. We had just started dating. It has also never happened again, nor will it ever happen again. She's like a sister to me, you have nothing to worry about. Let it go."

"Fine," you mumble against his lips.

"Well, that was unexpected," Harry says.

"You're telling me," you say.

"It's your turn to ask Liam," Harry says.

Liam nods, "Louis...truth or dare?"

Louis shakes his head, "I can't believe I'm letting this happen again. What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I agree to play this game again?"

"Lou, truth or dare?"

Louis groans, "dare."

"I dare you to lick the toilet seat," Liam says.

Louis's eyes go wide, "nope. Not doing it...bring on the gross food."

You push a plate towards Louis, "are you sure, Louis? Because this one is particularly nasty."

"Yep, I am not licking a toilet seat. That is a line I can't cross."

"Okay," you say, shrugging.

Louis grabs a spoonful of the food in front of him and takes a deep breath before plunging it into his mouth.

"So, how's it tastes?" Liam asks.

Louis shakes his head, "mmhmm, mmhmm."

He immediately gets up and runs to the sink, throwing up and rinsing his mouth out.

"I take it that the food was not good?" Liam asks.

"I will never get the taste out of my mouth. What was that?" Louis says, drinking some more water.

"Vanilla ice cream, clam sauce, sardine chunks, and whipped cream," you say.

Louis heaves again and you laugh. After Louis it's your turn and you opt for truth which as you answering who is the best kiss you have ever had. The five of you spend the rest of the afternoon daring each other to do some crazy, weird, disgusting things until every dish on the table has had a least one bite taken out of it. When the day is over, you are all left feeling a little queasy  but glad what you got to spend time together. 

[theimagineparadise]

Imagine Liam bumping into you, the new girl, in the hallway, and he’s utterly enamored with you. 

[mxltifandom-imagines]

Liam: “Why would they kill her in here. This is a hospital.. out of all places..” Nolan: “Because this hospital is full of hunters and (Y/N) is a werewolf. She isn’t save in her. Far from it.”

[oniyzquad]

Imagine com Liam Payne e Zayn Malik

É um hot entre três pessoas, quem não gosta, não lê. Peço desculpas, pois é a primeira vez que eu escrevo algo assim! Boa leitura

– Aí porra, estou tão cansada. – S/n se levantou, fazendo a saia se levantar também e mostrar a polpa da bunda. Olhei para o local indiscretamente e senti um forte cutucão de Liam. – Querem comer algo, meninos?

 Sim, você.

 – Eu aceito qualquer coisa. – Liam disse.

 – Eu também. – Dei ombros.

 – Vou pedir pizza. – Foi até o balcão pegando o telefone.

 S/n apoiou-se no balcão, deixando sua bunda empinada e seus peitos ainda mais à vista por conta do decote enorme em sua blusa de alcinha. Porra, eu preciso foder essa mulher.

 – Se importam se eu pegar uma de chocolate? – Levantou-se limpando a mão recém suja na blusinha, fazendo ela de apertar mais no peito, marcando seu piercing no mamilo esquerdo.

 Dei um leve aperto em meu membro por cima da minha calça de moletom, eu não posso ficar duro, não agora. Desde quando eu conheci S/n no campo da universidade acontece isso, tenho um bom número de calos na mão por conta dela.

 – S/n, vou tomar um banho. – Liam levantou colocando os livros na estante.

 – Vai lá. – Liam passou por S/n, olhou para trás, sorriu para mim e olhou para a bunda dela com malícia e logo em seguida entrou no corredor.

 – Aí, eu estou acabada, não vejo a hora de terminar tudo isso. – Se jogou no sofá com as pernas abertas, dando-me a visão de sua calcinha branca de renda.

 A vadia faz de propósito, não é possível.

 – Eu também, mais quatro aulas e estou com o meu diploma na mão. – Me sentei ao seu lado, colocando suas pernas em meu colo.

 – Todos me diziam que faculdade era só festa e diversão, esses cinco anos me disseram ao contrário. – Riu derrotada.

 – Acho que se trabalharmos no mesmo escritório ficaria difícil de competir clientes com você. – Dei um leve aperto em sua coxa e ela suspirou.

 – Ué, por quê? – Levantou, chegando mais perto.

 – Ah, qual é. – Ri e continuei acariciando suas pernas. – Você é a mais inteligente de nós três.

 – Eu apenas sei usar as armas que eu tenho. – Sorriu maliciosa. – Eu faço por merecer. – Passou sua perna em meu membro – Opa, sem querer. – Gargalhou e agora o massageou com o pé. – E com você, Malik. Se eu fizer por merecer, eu recebo uma boa recompensa? – Passou os braços pelo meu pescoço e deu beijos molhados em meu pescoço.

 – Eu sabia que você era uma puta safada. – Ouvi ela gargalhar e a puxei para o meu colo, apertando sua bunda com vontade.

 – Não sei quem é mais lerdo, você ou o Liam. – Gemeu fraco quando eu apertei mais sua cintura, fazendo meu pau relar em uma intimidade, coberta pela calcinha fina.

 – Eu não quero te dividir. – Deixe um chupão em seu pescoço e ela se esfregou em mim.

 – Mas eu quero os dois, essa noite. – Tirou a blusa, mostrando os seios.

 – Que mulher gulosa. – A mão de S/n foi para os meus cabelos, puxando-os em seguida, eu já sabia o que ela queria e era isso o que eu iria dar.

 Sem enrolação, comecei a massagear seu seio esquerdo enquanto eu chupava o direito, rodeando a língua pelo seu mamilo com o piercing.

 – Ahh Zayn. – Puxou ainda mais meus cabelos s começou a rebolar em meu pau, o deixando ainda mais duro.

 Parei de massagear seu seio, concentrando apenas a boca ali, desci minhas mãos até sua bunda e levantando a saia jeans, deixando aquela parte de carne amostra.

 – Você é tão gostosa. – Resmunguei e dei um forte tapa em sua nádega esquerda, a fazendo soltar um gritinho fino. – Ei, a pizza.

 – Eu ainda não pedi, a refeição principal vai ser eu. – Deu uma piscadela e puxou-me para um beijo.

 – Começaram sem mim? – Ouvimos a voz grave de Liam e S/n se afastou.

 – Sua namorada ficará com ciúmes, Payne. – Se levantou e foi em direção ao Liam, que já sem camisa.

 – Ela não precisa saber. – Pegou um montinho de seu cabelo e deu uma leve puxada, agarrou seu pescoço como se quisesse enforca-la e colocou sua boca com a dela.

Eu estava cada vez mais excitado, tirei o restante das minhas roupas e em segundos eu já estava sentado, massageando meu pau enquanto Liam beijava S/n.

 – Eu esperei tanto por isso. – Liam soltou-se de S/n e começou a empurra-la até o sofá, deixando empinada, com o rosto no encosto. – Olha só isso, Zayn.

 Me levantei ficando ao seu lado, Liam dava leves tapas na bunda de S/n, que já estava ficando vermelha. Peguei sua calcinha, descendo ela lentamente, deixando a intimidade completamente molhada e inchada de S/n à vista.

 – Olha como a nossa menininha é safada, Liam. – Dei um tapa ardido em sua boceta e ela gritou jogando a cabeça para trás.

 – Sem joguinhos. – Gemeu.

 – Você só abre a boca para gemer. – Puxei seus cabelos, fazendo-a olhar para mim. – Entendeu?

 – Sim, senhor. – Respondeu e eu dei uma mordida em seu ombro.

 Arrumei a S/n no sofá, ainda fazendo a ficar de quatro, Liam foi para frente da garota, tirando seu pênis para fora e esfregando-o na boca de S/n. Me agachei, ficando com o rosto em sua intimidade e dei um leve assopro lá. S/n deu um pequeno pulinho e gemeu baixo.

 – Tão linda, tão gostosa. – Passei a língua lentamente por ela.

 – Z, por favor. – S/n não disse mais nada, pois Liam forçou seu membro a entrar em sua boca, segurando seus cabelos com força e fodendo a mesma.

 Sem enrolação, coloquei meus dedos em sua vagina e S/n se contraiu, comecei a meter lentamente os dedos, entrando e saindo e levei a boca até sua boceta que já estava incrivelmente molhada, me deixando ainda mais duro. Liam sorriu para e aumentou mais a velocidade fazendo a garota engasgar.

 Dei uma forte chupada em seu clitóris e ela gozou na minha boca, levantei tirando meus dedos de dentro de sua vagina e Liam soltou a garota.

 Puxei S/n pelos cabelos, fazendo ela levantar e encostar as costas no meu peito.

 – Você é tão gostosa. – Dei um tapa em sua bunda e ela gemeu. – Vou te foder tão gostoso.

 Peguei meu membro e sem aviso enfiei e ela gritou.

 – Vadia. – Liam deu um leve tapa em sua cara.

 Liam deitou no sofá e eu coloquei S/n de quatro, fodendo ela com força e rapidez.

 – Agora eu vou gozar na sua boca. – Liam falou segurando sua boca e S/n pegou seu pau e enfiou na boca, chupando com vontade, fazendo Liam jogar a cabeça para trás.

 Segurei sua cintura com força para pegar apoio e fode-la mais forte, fazendo minhas bolas bater em sua vagina.

 – Aí porra. – S/n gemeu com a voz abafada por conta de Liam.

 – Engole mais. – Liam colocou as mãos atrás da cabeça e continuou olhando para S/n.

 Ouvi o grito de Liam e em seguida um jarro de esperma na cara de S/n. Sem prolongar muito, agarrarei mais a cintura da mulher e gozei dentro dela.

 – Bro, tu precisas comer essa boceta. – Dei um tapa forte e apertei sua bunda, recebi um sorriso safado de S/n em resposta.

 Liam chegou perto de S/n e sussurrou algo que não consegui entender, apenas vi a garota assentindo.

 – Você por baixo e eu por cima. – Liam se levantou, masturbando seu pau.

 – Vai com calma, Payne. – S/n riu e me jogou no sofá.

 Sentou-se em cima do meu membro e começou a se esfregar com vontade, parecendo que estava desesperada.

 – Senta gostoso em mim, vagabunda. – Agarrei seu pescoço e ela começou a quicar.

 – Já fodeu muito ela, Zayn. Agora é a minha vez. – S/n ao ouvir Liam, empinou um pouco mais a bunda, e Liam enfiou com cuidado o seu pau no ânus dela.

 – Porra. – Jogou a cabeça para trás e afundou suas unhas em meu peito. – Liam, eu nunca fui com dois de uma vez, calma porra.

 – Pula, vadia. – Dei um leve tapa em sua cara e ela sorriu, se aproximou de mim e deixou uma mordida em meu lábio.

S/n se apoiou em meu peito e começou a quicar, descendo e subindo no meu pau.

 – Pode ir, Liam.

 – Já fez anal antes? – Liam perguntou ofegante e S/n assentiu.

 Liam segurou sua cintura e começou a estocar firme, fazendo ela gritar. Comecei uma tentativa de foder. Ela também e S/n puxou meus cabelos.

 – Eu vou gozar. – S/n deu uma remexida e senti seu gozo melar ainda mais meu pau.

 Segundos depois, gozei dentro de sua boceta e Liam continuou com as estocadas mais fortes e logo tirou o pau gozando na sua bunda.

 – Eu preciso comer a sua boceta. – Liam disse e pegou a S/n com agressividade e jogou-a no sofá, deitando-se do seu lado e colocando uma das pernas dela em cima do corpo dele.

 Sem mais delongas, pegou seu pau ainda mole e enfiou na S/n, fazendo seu corpo dar um pulinho. Levou a mão até a vagina dela e começou a masturba-la.

 – Vem cá, Zaddy. – Me olhou sorrindo safada e colocou a língua para fora.

 Peguei seus cabelos e forcei a entrada do meu pau em sua boca, fazendo ela engolir tudo. As mãos ágeis de S/n começaram a massagear minhas bolas, me deixando ainda mais duro de tesão. Aumentei a velocidade das investidas na sua boca, fazendo ela engasgar as vezes.

 S/n soltou um grito abafado pelo meu pau e revirou os olhos. Liam levantou com as mãos no pênis, tirei meu pau de dentro de sua boca e a peguei pelos cabelos, fazendo ela ficar agachada na nossa frente.

 Masturbei meu pau acompanhado por Liam, S/n colocou a língua para fora e deu um sorriso malicioso. Gozei em sua cara e Liam logo em seguida.

 – É vadia mesmo. – Ri para Liam enquanto S/n tentava lamber o gozo em sua cara.

Liam se afastou colocando sua cueca e o resto de sua roupa, ajudei S/n a levantar-se.

 – Não me leve a mal, Liam. – Agarrei a S/n por trás. – Agora só eu vou comer isso daqui. – Dei um forte tapa na bunda de S/n e ela riu com um misto de gemido.

 – Já está possessivo, Malik? – Se virou para mim e eu agarrei suas pernas, fazendo ela se entrelaçar em minha cintura.

 – Você vai gostar. – A levei para o quarto e ouvi o Liam gritar algo.

Coloquei ela na ponta da cama e segurei forte em sua cintura e meti de novo nela.

[alienbreadtooru]

Always- Alex!Harry

So this is my first installment of the Alex inspired Harry fic and I hope you like it very much. I had loads of fun writing it! I’d like to thank @oh-styles @trulymadlysydney @druggedaiquiri for their continuous support. 

Caution: Do not read this if you haven’t seen the film but that’s up to you. I’ll try and keep the spoilers to a minimum but caution is required.

Note: Although I used Alex’s surname as Dawson, Mr. Dawson (Mark Rylance’s character) and Alex are not related in this fic.

This is more like an introduction to the actual one shot.

Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated,xx.

She always knew he was going to do something with his life, make it worthwhile and meaningful. She knew from the beginning of their relationship that all he wanted was to make his mum proud and happy that he was her son.  She met him when they were in secondary school, being at the tender age of 16 both of them were bright eyed and hopeful about the future despite the obstacles and the hardships they knew they were bound to face. After all living in 1935 wasn’t exactly a joy ride.

Alex was 19 years old when he went and signed himself up in the British Army. It was always his dream and goal in life to do something for his country, he wanted people to be proud and talk praises of him behind his back. He wanted people in his town to point to him and be happy to tell others that he was from their town or he was a friend or maybe even a neighbour. He and Y/N were fresh out of college and while she went and got herself a job at the local bakery, having always been interested in cooking and baking, he went and enrolled himself to dedicate his life to his country. If there was one thing he was certain about, it was his job; always wanted to follow in the footsteps of his father who was a Captain in the army and died in battle when Alex was just four years old.

He was raised by his mother, Elaine, who worked day in and day out as a teacher at the local primary school to put three full meals on the table for the two of them.  He could only hope that someday he could be perceived as a person who was as strong and brave as she was, raising a child alone in a society where a woman without a man was not digested well is not simple task. He knew she faced a lot of criticism from various people but she always put on a brave face for him and made sure he had as normal a childhood as possible.

-X-

It was the April of 1938 when he enrolled himself, bright eyed Alex knew he had a lot more to go through before he found himself fighting in the battlegrounds, the real life experience being more daunting than the ones he had read about in his history textbooks at school. He wanted to be able to give back to his mother who spent all her time and energy making sure he had a good home environment and childhood despite the harsh conditions outside but he also wanted to be able to provide for Y/N who promised to love him with all her heart and wait for him to come back no matter what it takes until officers showed up at her doorstep to deliver some bad news and maybe even then she’d love him.

He had to go through six months of rigorous and tiring training before he was given the title of a Private and he couldn’t have felt happier . He was finally a soldier, he was Private Alexander James Dawson and he couldn’t have been prouder of himself, he just hoped his father would have been too. 

For the first couple months from November of 1938 to May of 1939 he worked near the cost of various cities all through the United Kingdom. Y/N didn’t see him very often, once every couple months if she was lucky but he did send her letter almost every other week, never failing to remind her of how much he loved her.  They wrote to each other regularly, she told him about her job at the bakery and kept him up to date with all the latest town gossip and he told her about how good it was to have finally come as close to fulfilling his dreams as possible. For the nights where she longed for him and wished foe nothing but to have her lover’s arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace, she kept in mind the conversation they had before he was sent off for his duties.

“You know I love you sweetheart, don’t you?” He held her face in his palms tenderly, fingers skimming over her delicate cheekbones to collect the tears that kept cascading down. He had a small frown on his face, his brows furrowed as lips formed a little pout being unable to take the sadness in his girl’s eyes. The moisture in her doe eyes made him a little anxious and tearful but he knew he had to be strong for her. 

His bags were packed, filled with essentials but also little memorabilia that reminded him of his loved ones and would help him keep them close although not in person. She came by his house before she left for the bakery, she didn’t care if she was going to go in late but Alex was not leaving without saying goodbye to her and God forbid she thinks of this as being the last time she saw him, the thought alone makes her shudder.

Her arms were wrapped around his waist holding on firmly to the cotton of his shirt, scared that he would disappear if she let go. She nodded meekly to his question, of course she knew he loved her and she could only hope it was as much as she loved him. She presses her cheek further into his chest, gripping him a little tighter as she tries to muffle her sobs, not wanting him to see her become a wreck in front of his eyes. She’ll miss him terribly she realizes as she tries to memorize his scent for what may be the last time for a couple of months, maybe even an year, having no guarantee that he’ll come back or if he even will but she chooses not to think of that. 

“I love you, Alex. So much.” She whispers under her breathe as she stands on her tip toes to press one last kiss against his raspberry lips, memorizing the softness of their texture and the way his hands squeeze her waist to keep her company in her memories for the many nights to come.

-X-

It was during the July of 1939 when she came home tired from the bakery after having done a late night’s shift that an unexpected surprise awaited her. She had been taking home leftovers from the bakery every night now that the war was fully fledged into position and food and basic commodities were scarce, the rationing had begun, only the well off and the ones who made sufficient money to sustain a proper lifestyle were able to afford buying goods regularly. The owner of the bakery, June Bennet, a middle aged lady in her early fifties was kind enough to let her employees take home the leftover at half the price that they were being sold for.

Y/N came home with a small brown paper bag in her hands that contained a loaf of bread and a couple of sweet buns along with a pint of milk that she hoped would last her throughout the week and maybe some of the next too. She was surprised to find bags placed in the doorway of her bedroom and the sound of rustling in the bathroom alerted her to the possibility of an intruder in her house. She walked with caution into the bathroom where she heard the water running and the silhouette of a man caught her attention. She pulled back the curtains thinking she’d find a stranger but was surprised to see the startled figure of the love of her life before her, his hair dripping from his long lashes and an expression that mirrored one of a deer caught in the headlights on his face.

Tears pooled at her eyes as she glanced at him and in a heartbeat or maybe less she was in his arms hugging the life out of him as sobs wracked through her body not even paying an ounce of attention to the fact the she was now soaked to the bone. Alex’s arms wrapped strong around her as he nuzzled his face in her neck feeling equally as emotional as her. He couldn’t believe that she was here, in his arms with her hands clutching him for her life. She was real and he couldn’t comprehend that after all the time he spent looking forward to seeing her and going home to her, she was finally here.

“What are you doing here, Alexander? Weren’t you off for duty? She was curious, as happy as she was that he was in her presence again, she knew him coming home would have a hidden meaning.

He fidgeted a little bit, nervous and not knowing how to tell her the reason for his sudden arrival. The letter that contained the news that he was supposed to tell her lay in his bag as a constant reminder of all the pain his words were going to cause her, the words it contained weighing down on his heart.

“Why do you go and sit down, love? I’ll just finish washing meself and be right with you.” 

She nodded as she stepped out, words escaping her. She changed out of her wet clothing putting them out to dry in the balcony. The atmosphere had changed drastically in her little flat; the happiness she once felt at the return of her lover was replaced with the anxiety of his impending news.

She was alerted of his presence when she heard the clearing of his throat behind her, turning around to face him with furrowed brows. She couldn’t help but step closer to him, wanting his comforting presence after being denied it for so many months. She rested her hands on his shoulder as she reached up to press a kiss to his lips, the simple gesture spreading warmth in her heart.  He pressed himself closer to her as his mouth put a little more pressure on hers, the taste of her kiss being one of the many things he missed about her.

“Is everything okay, Alex?” She whispered as she pulled back, her forehead resting against his whilst locked in his embrace. He didn’t know how to tell her that everything was not alright and if things went wrong, he was not sure they’d ever be. He sighed dejectedly knowing that he’d have to tell her eventually and better sooner than later is what he figured.

“They’re sending me to Dunkirk, sweetheart. And I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Tears pooled her eyes at his admission, Dunkirk? That was in France, wasn’t it? Why would he go there?  The question in her mind drove her crazy making her lose sight of her surrounding for a minute, the anxiety that washed over her made her dizzy as all the possibilities ran through her mind.

“Dunkirk? Why are you going there, Alex? Is everything okay?”

“Sweetheart, they’re sending me off to war.” He sighed, knowing that her heart was breaking in front of his own tow eyes. He wanted to console her, he really did but who is to guarantee that he won’t lose his life? Who is to say that he’ll come home safe and sound? Who is to say that he’ll come home? But he knew he had to be strong for her so he gripped her cheeks in his hands the same way he did the first time he left and tried his best not to let his emotions consume him.

“Hey, darling look at me for a second okay? I know what you’re thinking and I know it’s scary but I promise you that nothing will keep me away from you, okay? Nothing will stop me from loving you not even the bloody world war. I promise that I’ll come back to you. I always will, you’re my home remember? It’s you and I, forever. And ‘sides you have my mum here and she loves you so much sometimes more than she love me. She’s always here for you.”

Y/N had tears streaming down her face at an uncontrollable rate as she looked into the deep jade irises that she had fallen so much in love with. She nodded her head in affirmation at his soothing words. She was scared but she knew she loved him and she knew she would wait for him no matter how long or what it takes, she promised him that when he enrolled himself an year and half ago.

“Do you promise? That you will come back to me? For me? No matter what?”The innocence in her eyes made him let out a soft chuckle as he kissed her on the forehead before resting his against it.

“Always.”

-X- 

[dylanssprayberries]

Telesthesia - Liam Dunbar

Chapter 2.

“You should probably speed up a little. Or, you know, a lot.” Liam, as he told me his name is, says. We’re in his car, just left the school grounds, on our way to my uncle’s house.

“Shut up.” 

“We could walk faster than this.” 

“You, maybe.” I comment. “I’ve never done this before, okay?” I snap, pushing down on the gas pedal. 

“Whoah there, not that fast.” Liam chuckles. “Wait, you’ve never driven before?” 

“Once.” I state as I find somewhat of a balance in speed. “But that wasn’t under so much pressure.” 

“I told you to relax.” 

“And I told you to stop saying that.” I snap, then sigh. “Sorry, but I can’t really deal with that.” I mutter, pointing out his ever-growing web of black veins. “And the smell.” The flashbacks of when this happened to Isaac keep resurfacing. I was terrified of losing him.

Liam shrugs. He’s so casual about the situation, I guess he still doesn’t really care if he lives or dies. Apart from the heavy breathing, he also doesn’t seem to be in much pain. When my grandmother shot Isaac, he was in constant pain, desperate enough to order me to chop off his leg if we couldn’t stop the infection from spreading. Liam should be feeling the same way, possibly worse because he inflicted this upon himself. 

“Why did you do it?” The question leaves my mouth before I fully realize what it means. 

“Can’t say.” Liam shrugs. “You’re gonna think it’s a beautiful gesture and it really wasn’t.” 

“I don’t think there’s anything beautiful about a suicide attempt.” I don’t take my eyes off the road, but I can feel Liam lowering his guard down just a little. Just enough.

“You remember Hayden?” 

I frown. “I’m new to the school.” 

“Hm, that explains a lot.” He remarks. It takes a while before he speaks up again. “Hayden and I were together for quite a while. Then she passed away. Gone, just like that.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, and I didn’t do it because I believe that lost souls can find each other in the afterlife. I’m not even sure if I believe in the afterlife.” he shrugs. “But I do feel like a lost soul sometimes.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” I mindlessly mutter.

“How did you really know about the magic bullet?” Liam asks me. I take my eyes off the road for a second to frown at him. “Your heart missed a beat when you told me.” He explains. 

“I’ve seen it before.” I answer vaguely.

“Yeah, where?” 

“Just - uh - in France.” 

“That’s the accent.” Liam mutters, more to himself it seems. “You’re French?” 

“Yeah.” I nod. “Did my name not give it away?” 

“Noelle is used around here.” He shrugs. “So what are you, a transfer student?”  

“I’m here to figure things out.” I state. 

“Like what?” 

“Like what goes on in this town.” 

“Yeah, like what?” He asks again.

“I think you know what, Liam.” He doesn’t reply after that, which tells me I’m right. I look him in the eyes and that’s enough to confirm my affirmations. Liam is a wolf. 

Despite knowing that Liam is a supernatural creature and that uncle Chris would most certainly freak out if he found him in his home, I let Liam into the house. “Nice place.” Liam comments, and I roll my eyes. “Stay here.” 

“Where else would I go?” 

I find my way into the garage. I’ve only been in here once before. Uncle Chris hadn’t realized that I was not used to be around so much weapons. I was startled, and he decided I shouldn’t go in here anymore. Among the pistols and electrocution material, I spotted a wooden box, similar to the one I found in my grandmother’s house in France. 

It’s not in its place anymore, so I open all cabinets in hopes to find it before the toxic reaches Liam’s heart. I finally find the box. Empty. “Fuck.” 

Desperate, I open the door to one of my uncle’s cars. I search through the entire thing, and finally my eyes catch a small silver glimmer under the drivers seat. I don’t hesitate to grab it, and when I see it actually is a magic bullet I almost cry.  

I rush back to the living room and surprisingly enough find Liam in the exact same spot I left him, except he’s sitting on the floor now, barely able to keep his eyes open. The smell is unbearable now, almost as bad as the stench in the basement of my grandmother’s house.

I hand Liam the bullet, “Thanks.” He mutters, out of breath. He breaks the bullet in half and pours its containments onto his wound. Within seconds he starts to heal, the black veins disappearing. “Thank you.” He breathes out, exhausted. He manages to get up off the ground, then he starts to look around. “You live here with family?” 

I nod. “Yeah, my uncle.” 

Liam frowns a little. “This house doesn’t scream guy living alone.” “My aunt and niece used to live here, too.” I say. “They both passed away.” I spot a picture in the hallway and take it off the wall to show him. “See, that’s my cousin Allison.” 

“Your uncle,” Liam starts, frowning at the picture in my hands. “Your uncle is Chris Argent.” 

“Yeah.” 

Liam’s eyes widen. “You’re an Argent?” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“Jesus.” 

“Relax.” I tell him with a smirk, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. “I’m not a hunter. Yet.”