(we all know who he's going to tell that story)

Best Lines From Each Hamilton Song

Alexander Hamilton: You could never back down, you never learned to take your - TIME

Aaron Burr, Sir: Talk Less. Smile More.

My Shot: I think ya pants look hot ;)

The Story of Tonight: Raise a glass to freedom…

Schuyler Sisters: You want a revolution? I want a revelation!

Farmer Refuted: Is he in Jersey?

You’ll Be Back: I will kill your friends and family… to remind you of, my, love DA DA DA D-

Right Hand Man: Burr! Sir? Close the door on your way out.

Winters Ball: If you could marry a sister, you’re rich son. Is it a question of if Burr, or which one?

Helpless: Laughing at my sister cause she wants to form a harem: I’m just saying if you really loved me you would share him. HA!

Satisfied: … He’d be mine. She would say “I’m fineshe’d be lying.

The Story of Tonight (Reprise): You are the worst, Burr

Wait For It: When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect 

Stay Alive: I’m a general. WEEE!!

Ten Duel Commandents: Okay so we’re doing this

That Would Be Enough: And if this child shares a fraction of your smile, or a fragment of your mind, look out world, that would be enough.

Guns And Ships: No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical BRILLIANCE.

History Has Its Eyes On You: You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down): Immigrants, we get the job done.

What Comes Next: Awesome. Wow.

Dear Theodosia: I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes.

Nonstop: Hamilton wrote THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE

What’d I Miss?: I guess I basically missed the late 80’s.

Cabinet Battle #1: Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.

Take a Break: You’ve written “My Dearest, Angelica…. “

Say No To This: That was my wife who you decided to- fuuu

The Room Where It Happens: The art of the compromise, hold your nose and close your eyes.

Schuyler Defeated: They don’t need to know me they don’t like you.

Cabinet Battle #2: You must be outta your GODDAMN MIND


One Last Time: I’m sorry wha-?

I Know Him: They will tear each other into pieces, Jesus Christ this will be fun :D

Adams Administration: Siddown John YOU FAT MOTHER——

We Know: My god…

Hurricane: … We were sick and she was holding me, I couldn’t seem to die.

The Reynolds Pamphlet: You could never be satisfied, god I hope your satisfied.

Burn: You, you, you

Blow Us All Away: Everything is legal in New Jersey…

Stay Alive (Reprise): I know, you did everything just right.

It’s Quiet Uptown: Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

The Election of 1800: Well I’ll be damned…

Your Obedient Servant: Here’s an itemised list of thirty years of disagreements. Sweet Jesus

The World Was Wide Enough: America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me.

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Oh I can’t wait to see you again, it’s only a matter of time.

Bonus Songs:

Congratulations: You know why Jefferson can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response

Dear Theodosia (Reprise): We bleed and fight for you, sometimes it seems that’s all we do.

Ten Things, One Thing (I genuinely can’t decide between these five so here you go):

- The sun is in my eyes. I am almost giddy as I watch it slowly rise over my New York City.

- I examine the gun that we shared. Philip never hurt a soul, he must have been so scared.

- I feel a sense of calm fill me, it’s not in his political interest to kill me.

- My Eliza is still asleep. I left her a letter, I could have written it better.

- They put us through our paces, we count to ten. God, I can’t wait to see her again.

Just a quick note to say I didn’t forget Tomorrow There’ll Be More of Us, I just decided against including it because, in Lin’s own words, it’s more of a scene than a song. Really it’s just the The Story of Tonight sung over some quite, uneventful dialouge (very poetic given the content of that dialouge) so I decided to just leave it out. Anyways thanks for reading my random post I guess? Bye bye

reasons to love day6


  • A Dork, a lanky palm tree
  • loud at first and then becomes really quiet and listens to/observes other people
  • best facial expressions 
  • is always willing to give up something if he feels like someone else would benefit more from it (eg: when he gave wonpil the last piece during the vlive mukbang
  • wow how did i go this long without mentioning hIS VOicE?!?!?!???? boy knows how to pull off the raspy hipster voice while still clearly expressing emotion
  • when he clears his throat in every single damn radio show cover (+Dance Dance) 
  • casually has all these melodies and beautiful lyrics hidden somewhere in his head 
  • actually a really deep thinker even though on the surface all he does is meme
  • the fact that he already graduated college before he got into the industry so he’s pretty much got himself all figured out 
  • most relatable human (”I am trash but it is worth it” -Jae 2k17)
  • american humour, totally a tumblr dude
  • can someone pls tell him he looks good with or without his glasses he’s so insecure
  • looks like the kind of person that would either be really fun or really boring on road trips


  • Meme Father, busan boy
  • looks serious and intimidating until he does literally anything
  • that look he gets where he’s initially ticked off and then realizes that he should probably just let it go
  • i think i’ve only ever heard him go out of tune once, like ever
  • when he uses the shaker in english song covers
  • that time he said “misunderstanding” on asc
  • he’s so willing to make a fool out of himself for others’ enjoyment (eg: basically any time he dances and he knows everyone’s laughing because he’s horrible but he OWNS IT
  • he’s sassy literally 25/7 he’s so sarcastic bih i LOVE it
  • how he clearly understands what people are saying in english but he just laughs silently and doesn’t respond 
  • he learned how to play so many instruments before he settled on guitar and leader 
  • his aCcENt,, 
  • he dresses himself like a casual fratboy or a farmers child there’s no in-between 


  • The Middle Child 
  • mediates all conversations between all members always
  • can someone call him YoungK at least once pls
  • is he sleeping or is he jumping off the walls rn who knows could be either one
  • so spontaneous and goes with the flow and super chill
  • relatable university student (”are you ready for your exam?” “no i’m going to study the night before”)
  • when he says CAAAAnada and Toroooonnuh (as a canadian I certify that’s how we say it)
  • he just really loves terry 
  • a lyrical genius,, man in a movie got me shook fam
  • somehow finds time to write and compose almost all day6 songs while still balancing school life and personal life
  • that time wooyoung exposed him by telling the story of how drunk Brian wouldn’t stop saying fuck into the phone
  • how quickly he mastered english even though he only lived in canada for a few years (I know people who’ve been here for 10+ years and they still can’t pronounce the “th” sound it’s difficult ok)
  • how flawlessly he transitions between falsetto and his normal singing voice and then it goes really low and then oh that’s a truMPet
  • does anyone even know what his real hair colour is anymore


  • Personification of Sunshine 
  • his go-to facial expression is to smile as wide as he can
  • the way his whole face and body language changes when he smiles
  • his voice is so unique but he’s got a great range and it’s really strong
  • he tries so hard when speaking in english
  • embraces the fact that he gets weird sometimes and runs with it (”hyung are you a bear”)
  • has written some of the most beautiful lyrics in their songs 
  • winking machine
  • “this dance move is really hard guys seriously try it” 
  • that sound he makes when he’s really confused like EH?? and he just stumbles over his words until it fades into quiet and then he goes AAAH AH AH AH OK 
  • fashion icon 
  • he’s just here to have a good time fam 
  • aegyo king except he spends like a full minute hyping himself up to do it
  • he just really loves dowoon


  • little baby puppy don’t hurt him
  • has so much love for the other members and is so grateful
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you 
  • strong af (eg: that time he killed a mosquito and ended up punching a hole in the freaking wall) 
  • sososososososososoo shy and his ears get red but he embraces it and tries to overcome it 
  • when he speaks you’re automatically like ??? did that voice just come out of that smol bean
  • and is actually so sassy and sarcastic??
  • has the best comedic timing 
  • every once in a while he comes out with these sayings that are absolute gems ok;
  • ”dowoon what are your dreams” “I’m so rich that I take the taxi everywhere. actually I don’t take the taxi. I walk.
  • “say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” “superaoefjnoawenfiaweocious” (nailed it)
  • “i’m a man in a….” “ moooovieee~” 
  • when he speaks english (”your eyes like… black hole.”)
  • pretty much grounds the whole group 
  • is taking vocal lessons! pls support this shy puppy

imagine Derek wanting to propose but getting so nervous that he ends up shifting and padding over to Stiles as a wolf with the ringbox between his teeth. He knows it’s stupid but he really wants to do this and can’t figure out a different way to get over his nerves and h figures stiles won’t mind. Stiles sees how carefully Derek comes over to him, with something small, just about the right size to fit into his palm in his mouth and he thinks maybe Derek is sheepish. He sees him looking at him intensely and expectantly and nervously when he drops the thing in his hand. And Stiles grins and tries to hold back on the urge to laugh and tease because OMG DEREK YOU’RE  FINALLY ADMITTING YOU WANNA PLAY FETCH and he just hurls the ringbox across the room. Derek gives Stiles the most dead pan wolf look Stiles has ever seen. He shifts back just so he can judge stiles some more with his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” He asks when he realizes the surprised and confused look on Stiles’ face, who is still quite amused because he is never not amused by all the potential dog jokes. “Oh come on, Der, we both know you’d enjoy it, why can’t you just let yourself go for a moment?” Stiles asks. Derek stalks over to the ring box and back to Stiles. “Good boy-” Stiles starts with a cheeky grin. But then Derek flips the box open to reveal the ring “I was trying to propose, idiot.” And it’s the most non glorious engagement, Derek standing there butt naked with furrowed eyebrows, staring at stiles and wondering how he was so in love with this guy who bursts out laughing at the whole situation and doesn’t hesitate to immediately call all his friends and tell this story. After he says yes and hugs and kisses Derek like crazy ofc

(Submitted by @halesheart)

Oh my gosh, yes! I love this.

(I’m laughing so hard right now, this just made my day)

umm AU where harry just went through a really bad breakup in which his douchey ex-fiance leaves him for a huge corporate job offer. which yeah good for him except he was a jerk about the breakup, left him via phone message, and didn’t look back. which sucks all on it’s own but now harry finds himself confused because he’s not nearly as sad as he thinks he should be about it, and frustrated because he has two non refundable tickets for a honeymoon cruise. enter childhood best friend louis, who he calls up the night before while packing and is all like, “ummmm so. how’s a free vacation sound?” and louis’s like “nothing’s free in life harold…. but….. i’m listening.” it honestly doesn’t even take anything to convince louis. most of his protest is just for show because harry can already hear him dragging his suitcase out of the closet. so.

so they arrive at the dock where they’re supposed to board the ship and louis’s like “um so why is everyone holding hands lol” and harry’s all “yeah…. so… funny story… ummmm i got dumped and this is my honeymoon cruise surprise :)” (louis is tempted to throw him overboard. they haven’t even gotten on the boat yet but the sentiment is still the same). but now that louis knows the whole story (which harry tells amidst deep frowns and lots of tears), he is determined to be the best fake™ husband ever. so he signs them up for all the couples activities because “go big or go home styles. or tomlinson. styles-tomlinson? who are we again?” and they end up doing better than most of the couples there when it comes down to How Well Do You Know Your Spouse trivia. it should be embarrassing really, because everyone around the ship already knows them as the dream team and it’s only been 4 days.

cue dramatic confessions, bed sharing that means nothing till it means something, an obscene amount of nautical references, and cameos by the rest of one direction lol

boyfriend!tom accidentally tells an interviewer he’s dating

bc homeboy is TERRIBLE at keeping secrets

- okay so you and tom met through zendaya

- so you tagged along when the cast + haz went out or hung out @ the house in atlanta 

- so basically you and tom got along real quick and after a few weeks of spending a lot of time fEeLIngS were developed

- and omg tom is not one to get flustered easily but when jacob joked about you and tom his face would get so red and he’d be all

- “shut up, man” 

- *cue blushing*

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


-completely unrelated but just wanted a backstory

-moving on

-so tom jacob laura and z were on a late night talk show

-lets say it was james corden bc that interview has yet to happen

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This one time... at band camp...

A freshman clarinet (in band we refer to human beings by the instrument they play) got caught off-guard by her period. I guess none of the other girls had spare supplies, and she couldn’t track down her parents. Somehow- despite the warnings from other clarinets that she’d probably get shouted out the door for daring to bother him with this- she went to our band director for help. Our very grumpy, 45-year-old, childless, never-married, male band director.

She peeped, “So, um, I started my-”

And then he was like: “AUGGggh I don’t need to know! It’s fine, kid. I’ll… I’ll take care of it, just… please stop talking.”

He drove to the 7-11 next door in his golf cart and bought a veritable variety pack of feminine products, just to cover his bases; and painkillers; and Gatorade because fluids are always good, right? And chocolate, to… appease the estrogen goddesses or something. All of this out of his own pocket. He then had a senior flute take the stuff in the girls’ bathroom, leave it there, and quietly go inform the freshie in need. That way she wouldn’t be singled out by other kids for receiving all this stuff.

I only know who this unfortunate freshie was, because a few years later she was able to laugh about it and tell most of the girls in the band. We never brought it up with the director again, obviously. But we all loved the story because, knowing our band director- and our entire band’s culture- we did not see that coming.

It was Sparta, okay. We were 120+ members and competing in the toughest regional competitions. Band camp was 6 hours a day, 5 days a week even in the dead heat of August, and continued to consume evenings and weekends through the end of November. The assistant director on drills was a Korean war vet who could’ve been dropped onto our high school football field straight out of Full Metal Jacket. The lead director’s disciplinary style was more subdued but just as scary: usually, he’d just glower us all into submission.

This mousy, 98-pound, 15-year-old girl had expected a Death Glare that would turn her into a smudge of ash on the band room carpet, just for having a uterus and a forgetful moment. But instead- in his own huffy, taciturn way- our Fearsome Leader took care of her. Like Bigfoot cradling a little duckling in his giant, hairy hands, it was a sweet gesture that makes you rethink how “scary” the big guy is… but also makes you giggle.


since this is the first time i’m doing these i’m just gonna toss some of my favorite fics EVER into the air,, enjoy and please please please send me asks with fics you like / types of fics you’d like me to rec / etc. anyways,, here goes !

i. escapade 

mature | 146k | h&l, ziall

in the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for louis tomlinson. he’s rich. he’s handsome. he’s reasonably well behaved. but when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

ii. young and beautiful

mature | 227k | h&l, ziam

louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name zayn malik means something, niall horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and harry styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

iii. wild and unruly

explicit | 123k | h&l

harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in wyoming, and louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

iv. swim in the smoke

explicit | 101k |  h&l

“what about this, captain?” liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. the boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag niall had to stuff in his mouth. he misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. he’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. they had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. he’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at harry’s brain. something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“put him in my cabin,” harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. the boy screams out jumbled curse words at harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and harry can’t understand any of it.

v. strawberry milk fic

explicit | 333k | h&l, ziam

“so here’s the thing,” he starts. “i didn’t mean what i said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. if you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. on a whim, he adds, “and like, i noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and i think you should because that’s what you like.”

or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

vi. amazing sin

explicit | 56k | h&l, lilo, haylor

gears started turning in louis’ head. purely mischievous gears that had louis formulating a revenge plan against taylor. he’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “i’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”

“this can’t be good,” niall said, zayn just groaned.

“so I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” louis asked. he wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “what if I stole her boyfriend?”

or, the story of louis ‘steal your man’ tomlinson.

vii. your mess is mine

mature | 202k | h&l

louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

they fall in love.

viii. the dead of july

mature | 117k | h&l

being an avenger means continuing to be captain america and smiling and being honorable for the public and harry does his best. but it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. just being harry had always involved louis, and harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: harry is captain america, and louis’ been dead for 70 years.

ix. unbelievers

explicit | 136k | h&l

it’s louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. however, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

or: the one where louis and harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

x. and then a bit

explicit | 158k | h&l, narbara, zerrie

“we’d like to give the fans what they want.” magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “we want to give them larry stylinson.”

or, take a parallel universe where louis and harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a modest! employee with a good idea. add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. stir. serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka harry and louis fake a relationship for publicity. eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

xi. with a whimper

mature | 132k | h&l

the man grips his arm tightly. “you’re not going to say anything.” it’s not a question.

louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“fine,” large green eyes survey him before letting go. “it’s cold. take this. wear it.”

louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. he touches the soft material. “thank you.”

the man bears his teeth. “don’t thank me. don’t ever thank me.”

dystopian au. louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

xii. here in the afterglow

not rated | 88k | h&l

“if you hadn’t noticed, i don’t have many friends,” louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes louis’ stomach shake. “i’ll be your friend.”

1970’s au. in a tiny town in idaho, louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

xiii. atlas at last

mature | 93k | h&l

he doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with oli and stan, but in the brief moment before harry ambles up his driveway, louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of gay coming of age story.

maine to california in ten days. in which zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in ohio, liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

it’s 1978. harry and louis are just trying to get to san fran in time for the queen concert.

xiv. you watched me sink

explicit | 38k | h&l

they’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. it’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. they’re mature adults. they’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. they like each other. a lot. it’s mutual, they know. but for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

when dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.

or, the one where harry teaches sex ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

xv. wear it like a crown

explicit | 141k | h&l, ziam

au. as part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in buckingham palace, louis expects prince harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. never mind that the very same prince harry used to star in quite a number of louis’ teenage fantasies.

hope you enjoy these and i’ll be back next month !!!!

anonymous asked:

Pleaseeee do a you harrison and boyfriend! Tom imagine 🙏 I need to get all the feels

You, Harrison, and boyfriend!Tom

  • you would be lying if you said that harrison completely embraced your relationship. as Tom’s best friend, it’s just job to look out for him. And since you two meet when the Spider-Man: Homecoming hype was peaking, he had every right to be unsure of you
  • he was used to those at clubs who threw themselves all over Tom or who asked for special treatment once they got close enough to him.
  • to be honest, Harrison was exhausted seeing his friend meet heartbreak after heartbreak as everyone he dated seemed to have shallower desires
  • so when you came along, he was extremely cautious.
  • not to say that he wasn’t welcoming, he was charming and personable to you at every interaction. in fact, he only admitted to you that he was skeptical on your year anniversary with Tom.
  • since you two are usually left in green rooms or backstage, you’ve become extremely close, even having a few inside jokes between just the two of you
  • (this makes Tom kind of jealous. Well. At least he acts that way but really it warms his heart to see the two of you getting along. But he’s too stubborn to admit it so he’ll grumble at the two of you, “what the bloody hell does that mean???”)
  • and Harrison would be lying if he didn’t admit that he was slightly jealous of you and Tom and what you had. like how could he not what something like that for himself?
  • sometimes you have to just leave the two of them to have alone time or as they call it “bro time” (insert eye roll here)
  • you and harrison are secret co-owners of a tom meme account where infinite roasts of him exist
  • whenever you come out of the your hotel room in a cute outfit, hollers of approval and silly “you go girl!” are shouted until tom starts to get a little jealous and tells harrison “alright, alright thats enough”
  • harry and harrison try and get you to heckle tom while he’s doing photo calls or making instagram stories
  • you’re basically the holy trinity’s photographer
  • whenever harrison walks in on you two cuddling or kissing, he smacks a hand over his eyes dramatically and yells “carry on!” really loudly before running out of the room which makes you and tom cackle with laughter
  • the three of you always argue about who is who in Friends (even though we all know that you’re a phoebe, tom’s a joey, and harrison is a monica)
  • begging one of them to bring tessa or monty to live with them at their new flat so you can see them (or even just get a another dog)
  • one of your favorite moments of the three of you is when you snuck into the costume trailer and took turns with harrison trying on the spiderman costume, the three of you have never laughed so hard
the go-between

the boy, who looks all soft & angel,
doesn’t make it out alive.

the volcano gets him. a sudden
hurricane. he’s swallowed by quicksand
or other untimely acts of god.

i have to tell you that before everything,
before i let you know that his left
hand is larger than his right,

or how he counts among everything
insects as wonderful things with

before i tell you about the music,
his quiet stories about his dad’s
brown guitar, you have to know first
that he dies.

when he dies it’ll be his eyes we
notice, the way they shutter suddenly
like the blinds on a broken window of
an abandoned house.


Durarara!!  デュラララ!!

Ten「」: Twist

7. “For normal people to go out on a holiday, if what they’re seeking is something abnormal, then what do people with abnormal daily lives do on their days off?”   Rio Kamichika

8. “Once again, the city is in an uproar. As questionable rumors swirl around the Dollars, there’s an ominous stalker working behind the scenes, and we’re about to get dragged into the fray whether we like it or not.”   Anri Sonohara

9. “Do you know who that man really is? Or don’t you? Do you want me to tell you? Well I can’t divulge it just like that. Since he and I go way, way back… all the way to our student days.”   Izaya Orihara

10. “People meet. Lines are connected and become fate. As if guided by something, they’re trying to spin one long story.”   Haruya Shiki

Ketsu「」: Conclusion

11. “The city is quietly shaking. The murmurs are secretly spreading. As if foreshadowing the imminent uproar, the groundwork is steadily being laid without anyone noticing.”   Takashi Nasujima

12. “Now this is really complicated. A complicated story involving all kinds of characters from this city called Ikebukuro […]. And though I plan to get involved myself, I can only go far, see?”   Chikage Rokujō

13. “The festival that changed people’s destinies, and plunged this city into madness, is coming to an end. Now that we’ve changed so drastically, where should we go? […]”  Mikado Ryūgamine

[Part 1]

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know that Chalo and Priya and Teddy and you all actually help my depression and anxiety. I have a legitimate prescription from my therapist to look at your blog more. I always get really excited when I see something you've posted.

I wasn’t prepared for this, and it’s touching my heart more than I know how to say.

The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

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Power Rangers rant

Ok, listen up:

Everyone (I mean that like one would mean the universal “we”) talks about how they want diversity and great representation in film and other media; and YET Y’ALL ARE SLEEPING ON POWER RANGERS!!!!!

As stated HERE ya’ll are all talk; there is finally a movie with great diversity and you won’t go see it. We get representation and ya’ll would rather go see the live action of a movie we have all probably watched more times than we can count when we were younger that had the same exact plot and its LGBTQ representation was a man whose name translates into “The Fool” and a primarily white cast.

Before I move on I would like to make a point about how hurtful it can be when a canonically bi-racial character is whitewashed.


Kimberly is half white half Indian just as Naomi Scott is and I am very glad that they stuck to that when it came to casting Kimberly’s parents.

Now, when you white wash a bi-racial character you are erasing a part of their identity. As a bi-racial person myself it always saddens me when I see whitewashing of a bi-racial character and I can only imagine how that actor/actress feels when they encounter their character being whitewashed. By whitewashing a bi-racial character you are telling that actor/actress that you are only accepting them for half of them and not all of them.

When you whitewash bi-racial characters you take this whole rounded character and break them in half, erasing what makes them, them. So just imagine how hurt and sad Naomi Scott must feel when her Indian heritage is erased.

And that is why I love it when I see bi-racial actor/actress’ play characters who are portrayed as bi-racial. 

Power Rangers is a movie that is trying to give a whole new story than the one we all know. It gave us the nostalgia of our childhoods while also giving us a new story for a new generation. It gives us an autistic superhero who wasn’t cured of his autism once he became a superhero showing everyone just like him that autism isn’t something that limits them or tells them they can’t be a hero. (I’m no expert on autism and I’m not going to pretend I am) 

Power Rangers gave us LGBTQ representation in the form of a Latina POC who I know many of us can relate too. There are many LGBTQ people out there who don’t feel as if they relate to their family or feel as if they can open up to them due to pressure or fear that they won’t be accepted.


Now let me tell you what this movie flopping tells the film industry:

Power Rangers flopping tells those big media companies that no wants to see a movie with a diverse cast, it shows them that no one cares about LGBTQ representation in media, it tells them that an autistic superhero is unrealistic, it tells them that NONE of that matters; that WE (Again using this universally) do not matter, it shows that NO ONE CARES, and I think that is very sad.

So don’t just talk; DO.

Don’t rant and rave about how you want diversity and representation in film and then not support that film/content when it comes out.

The saying is “Actions speak louder than words.” 

So go out there and support this film, watch it while it is still available in theaters, (even if it is just the matinee prices), buy this film when it comes out on blu-ray and DVD, buy the merch, SHOW THOSE BIG MEDIA COMPANIES THAT WE MATTER AND CARE!!


To defeat a Dragon Witch

(( For whoever feels lost, this piece of fiction is the continuation of the events of my fancomic/fanfiction Sanders Sons, in which the Sanders Sides are Thomas’s children and it can be read from the start HERE))

((Trigger warning: Legal parenting procedures, mention of run-over, hospital environment))

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“Listen, guys, I know everyone wants to see Virgil, but the hospital staff said only two people can go up at a time. Since your dad is already up there, only one of you can go at a time”, Joan said, kneeling down in front of the three kids, sat on the chairs in the hospital’s reception. They knew the kids were exhausted from a whole day of interviews with the CPS, but had insisted on coming anyway. “So we have to take turns. Who’s first?”

The boys shared a look, none of them wanting to be the first one to speak.

“Okay…” Said Joan after some time of silence. “I know you all want to go, but everyone will get a turn. We just need to pick who goes first.”

“I think Patton should go”, Logan spoke, finally, looking at his brother. “You’re always the best with him.

“I was thinking the exact opposite. Virge must be super scared. If you give him the facts, he’ll believe it.” Patton said, looking astonished. “Or if you tell him some silly story, Ro. That might distract him”.

“I agree with Logan, Pat.” Roman let out with a sigh. “I don’t think he would want to see me. I was the one who used a nickname and made him run away”.

“Don’t say that. I’m sure he’s not mad.” Patton insisted, but his brothers seemed to have made their decisions as he looked into their eyes. He nodded. He really did want to see Virgil and make sure he was okay. He just didn’t want to cry and make everything worse if his brother was scared.

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A list of gay serial killer recs for people going through Hannibal withdrawal

MY MOMENT HAS COME, at last I can unleash my gay serial killer fandom upon the world without it being (overly) creepy.

I should not have to tell you that a) none of these are Hannibal, because nothing is Hannibal, but b) Hannibal’s narrative is built on several of these narratives and their tropes of pairing the serial killer with a conflicted doppelganger who bonds with him in some way.

  • Hitchcock’s Strangers on a Train. The single #1 best example of this, and the one that comes closest to giving us Murder Husbands. Based on a novella by the one and only Patricia Highsmith. This film is one of my most favorite films ever and you should watch it a million times and glory in all Hitch’s parallelism and use of shadows and doubles to signify the way Guy and Bruno are soulmates in love. ALSO I’ve always thought Will bore a striking resemblance to Farley Granger in this film.
  • Cure. This is the Japanese film  by Kurosawa (the director of Kairo/Pulse). This film is gripping, subtextual, implicit, and IMO the most satisfying example of the films on this list. WATCH THIS FILM IT IS SO GOOD. (Also it’s on Hulu.) 
  • The Talented Mr. Ripley, based on another novel by Patricia Highsmith, who is probably reading the Hannigram tag on Tumblr from heaven and drinking heavily while weeping
  • Death Note. I would recommend watching the first season of the anime (you can stop after that) bc the anime knows which side its bread is buttered on, and that side is Light x L. If you read the (gorgeous) manga, you’ll know when to stop. (This is blasphemy to some DN fans who love the characters we meet after the Yoruba arc but I am not one of them and L x Light is all that sustained me. UNTIL NOW.) 
  • Cruising. Oh, friends, let me tell you about Cruising. It is directed by William Friedkin, he of The Exorcist and The French Connection, and it is a story about Al Pacino going undercover as a detective in the gay scene community of early 80s New York, where he visits bathhouses, participates in the hanky code, practices BDSM, and does poppers at gay clubs, ALL IN PURSUIT of catching a serial killer. It is an incredibly fascinating film that caused major boycotts and accusations of homophobia when it was released (in i think 1983?) and it was basically banned for over a decade as a result, at which point people kind of went “oh wow this is actually a great film.” It’s simultaneously a surprisingly sympathetic look at the gay community, filmed just before the AIDS epidemic and the end of bathhouse culture, and an incredibly homophobic one. OR IS IT? Al Pacino might be in the closet? He might be something else altogether? There are so many questions and mysteries and it’s such a good film and I love it. ALSO PACINO AS AN UNDERCOVER GAY BDSM PRACTITONER IN A WIFE BEATER HIGH ON POPPERS:
  • Rope. This is the only film on this list fandom ever seems to know/care about which I’ve always thought is a shame, because IMO it’s one of Hitchcock’s weakest films. But it does feature Farley Granger again, and it is based on the real story of gay serial killers Leopold and Loeb, so it’s dripping with a ton of rather wry subtext. But it would be a shame if you only watched Rope and not Strangers on a Train. Basically, if you’re looking for a vibe of ‘innocent man ensnared by a killer who fascinates him in ways he can’t seem to say no to, who’s gradually tempted to give into the bond between them,’ then you want Strangers on a Train or Cure. If you want ‘two potential sociopaths who aren’t sure whether they love or hate one another,’ then you want Rope or Talented Mr. Ripley. :)
  • The Watcher. This movie is hilarious because it is pretty clearly written by someone who wanted to write the most homoerotic movie ever written, but then it was given to actors who were clearly like UM WTF IS THIS, haha, so you have Keanu Reeves (as the serial killer) breathily telling James Spader he wants them to be together and James Spader going through the movie making horrified faces of revulsion, so the whole thing comes off as purely homophobic in this way that is KIND OF A HILARIOUS MUST-WACH??? Look YMMV vary but knowing where we come from only makes us appreciate Hannibal more. 
  • Poppy Z. Brite. You probably already know about Poppy Z Brite, but if you don’t, her entire writing career is basically a trajectory heading towards Exquisite Corpse, which is is a novel about two cannibalistic necro-loving gay serial killers in love, natch. Her novel Lost Souls, written when she was 19 and in the heyday of every teen’s vampire-loving goth fever dream, features two dudes who have an intensely homoerotic friendship and two more dudes who are incestuous gay vampires, so, you know, maybe take a look at that. (There’s also a connection with a later novel, Drawing Blood, which features explicitly queer characters and a bunch of other murdery supernatural-ish stuff.)  Last night kirstenthompson said to me Hannibal was the closest thing we could get to Bryan Fuller adapting Poppy Z Brite and I’m inclined to agree, haha.

gsbhlass  asked:

Hi, I wondered if you saw the new article from TV guide with RDM interview in which he says there may be more Black Jack and Frank after Season 3. Does anyone else feel like their head may explode from banging on the wall that is RDM's warped understanding of this story?

I hadn’t seen it until you brought it to my attention. Oh Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron. Sit down, honey, and try actually reading the book.

Ron is a good show runner. There is a whole lot more to getting those books on film than any of us really understand. Tobias (I loved you years before Outlander, Toby - don’t worry - I still do) is an excellent actor, though to be honest, I feel like his performance in season 2 was beating me over the head with how much he was ‘acting’. I didn’t find much subtlety in it. I find Sam to be a far superior actor, but he is very subtle - thus easy for people who want obvious ACTING to miss. Anyway, Ron, for as good a show runner as he is, has a personal obsession with both Actor and Character and is doing his best to insert him into the story far more than he belongs. I makes me insanely ragey. Like punch him in the throat ragey. 

Ron also doesn’t understand the nature of the books. He says repeatedly (and so does everyone else, and they are all correct) that good TV thrives on conflict. It’s just lazy man-think that the only conflict can come from within a relationship. What has captivated millions, LITERAL MILLIONS, about this story, is that with minor exceptions at the beginning as Claire found her footing, the conflict is ALWAYS exterior to the relationship. If it does enter into the relationship, they confront and resolve it immediately. DG explores how a solid, committed couple confront and combat conflict together. Ron seems to think that in order for the story to be successful, the conflict must come from within. Which stymies me, because there are 8 successful books exactly because DG understands that that is precisely where the conflict DOES NOT COME FROM. In fact, I will venture to state that the majority of her millions of readers read the books IN SPITE of the silly shenanigans that take place outside of the core relationship, not because of them.

Thus, I come to the next point of contention. Ron obviously doesn’t understand the readers/viewers. Worse, he doesn’t want to understand us. I have been here since the beginning. If a contrary point of view is ever brought up, he not only dismisses is, he does everything he can to diminish it. Just like DG does. They have never treated the supporters of this story with any respect. There is no acknowledgement that we have intellectual abilities, or even reading comprehension for that matter. They act as if they can make a declarative statement and !voila! it’s automatically true. My kids try to do that at home. It never works. Why? Because I have a brain in my head and I know how to use it. A quick example: “The story requires [Frank]’s presence. Claire, from the beginning, was married to Frank and spent the entire first book trying to get back to him.” What the actual, RDM? Did you forget the 200 pages that come AFTER she mentally told Frank he’d be taking all of his hot baths alone from now on, sorrynotsorryhaveyouseenthatgingertreeandhisgloriouscoconuts? Obviously he did, because he skipped past that part as quickly as possible, giving it as little screen time as he could get away with. Ron, did you notice, in your deep and careful reading of the text, that Claire was so busy hopping into the heather with Jamie at every opportunity that 200 pages before she opts out of hot baths in favor of ginger tree hugging, she FORGOT she was supposed to be running away until all of a sudden she was alone and recognized where she was? She actually mentions that. Start at page 366 of the paperback edition to refresh your memory. I can read. I’ll venture to guess that I’ve read the book many, many more times than you. Don’t try to tell me what it says. I know.

I’ve heard lots of people over the years talk about what a great feminist Ron is, and how he’s the champion of strong female characters. Bullcrap. He can have strong female characters all he wants, because they are fake and he still controls everything they do. Take Claire for example. She. Chose. Jamie. But Ron STILL can’t let that stand. He has to go back and explore what she walked away from. What she chose not to have. What she decided she can live without. He spends more time exploring what she DOESN’T WANT than he does exploring what she does what. Even a fake character doesn’t get respect for her opinions and decisions. He STILL has to tell her what to be interested in, and make a man who has no further place in the story take time away from what and who she chose. He STILL won’t let the story stand on the decisions of a woman. When he shows genuine respect to his largely female audience, when he listens to what they have to say with actual interest, when he stops being condescending and stops trying to manipulate an existing story to be more interesting to his male sensibilities, then I might start to believe in his feminism. For now, he tells us all to sit down and shut up he knows better that we do what we need and want and what is actually going on in the world don’t worry your pretty little head about it, just like most other men. So, while my head is indeed very pretty, it is also very capable and intelligent and well read and educated, and he can either take a class in what feminism actually is or HE can sit down and shut up. If what you want is more Frank, then straight up admit it, don’t try to justify it, don’t try to manipulate the text it to rationalize your decision. Own it, and live with the consequences.

My rant is far from over, but I have things to do. Ron can wait.

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Category 2, number 3?

Yuuri wishes he could say that this is the first time the elevator has broken down with them inside of it.

He wishes

“Hi, Valentina,” Viktor says into the emergency speaker. “It’s Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki again.” Yuuri sighs and slides down the wall, draws up his knees and wedges his water bottle between them. It’s always in the morning, too. Not at night, when they’re getting back from practice and don’t have anywhere to be. No, it’s always as they’re coming in from a morning jog, or walking Makkachin. It’s always an interruption. 

“Maybe we should just start taking the stairs,” Yuuri mutters, after Valentina has informed them that, once again, it will be an hour or so before the electrician arrives to rescue them. “It’s only ten stories. That’s not so bad, right?”

“Tell that to my knees,” Viktor mutters, like someone’s grandfather and not like a man who only just turned thirty. Yuuri knows where he’s coming from, though. Half a decade of quadruple flips does a number on the joints, and Viktor is somewhat famous for the knee injury he recovered from while still in the junior division.

Among all the other things Viktor is famous for, Yuuri supposes.

“So,” Yuuri says slowly after a moment. “Are we going to play that game where we pretend we’re not going to fuck in this elevator, or can I just take my pants off now? Just to save time?”

“No, you can–taking your pants off is good. That would be good.” Viktor completely negates this statement by not even giving Yuuri a chance to do so. He pulls him into his lap, instead, and unbuttons his pants far enough to stick ins hand in. Yuuri lets the oddest sound pass through his lips. 

“Cold hands,” Yuuri hisses.

“Sorry,” Viktor whispers, and moves his lips along Yuuri’s neck. 

Yuuri sincerely hopes that this doesn’t keep happening, because he literally cannot be the reason Russia’s Living Legend gets hard every time he takes an elevator ride.

Legends of Tomorrow/Great British Bake Off

Per discussions with @oneiriad​ -

Imagine, if you will, a Legends of Tomorrow/Great British Bake Off fusion.

Kendra is the one with her own vegetable garden that she brings fresh ingredients from and tells all sorts of homey, adorable stories that go back decades…despite appearing like she’s only twenty…

Carter was the guy who was eliminated in the first episode, so we never got to know him better.

Jax is the student that is WAY too busy with finals to be here but he’s happy to be here nonetheless; very talented, but sometimes ends up winging it because he was too busy to practice. Starts off very insecure about his bakes but gets better as time goes on and he keeps doing okay.

Stein is the absent-minded but very cheerful old person from a very specific part of the U.K. who constantly makes things based on that part of the U.K. He has a bad tendency to forget ingredients and needs to get some help from Jax. Always delightfully panicked about it. Has measuring cups and scales which are unnecessarily precise (no one cares about the atomic weight of flour, really) and always gives a shout-out to his wife Clarissa.

Sara is a very good baker but kind of a personal mess. Her personal-interest stories are always a bit eyebrow-raising and everyone really wants her to get to the final just so they can have the flashback-to-meeting-the-family moment because wow, her intro sequence covered literally none of this crazy. She's crap at technical challenges, but always recovers to bring her A game when it comes to show-stoppers. Is at one point seen karate-chopping a block of chocolate.

Ray is a super technical baker. Everything is always done just right, but it’s always a bit too safe, a bit too traditional. Has a few early disaster moments where things blow up. Literally in some cases. The soufflé challenge was not his challenge.

Rip is the kind of egotistical one who always brings home-made platforms and is very confident he will succeed right up until it all goes wrong. Absolutely terrible at keeping track of timing or making small minute adjustments to his bakes, which is funny because he said in the first episode that that was a specialty of his.

Mick is quietly off in his corner making epically good food without really being noticed. All of his show stoppers are on fire in some way. It’s his “signature.” (“A delightful smoky flavor as always” the judges say “how do you always manage to make it on fire and yet never over-baked?” “Practice,” Mick says. He does not elaborate. He may or may not have design-made blow torches. The judges are a little intimidated.)

Len is marvelous at icing things. All the icing. No, seriously, ALL the icing. Even during the ice cream challenge, which he easily won Star Baker for. He’s a fan favorite, but gets eliminated halfway through because he couldn’t resist making a terrible joke with his bake and ended up not fulfilling the brief properly. (It was a bun challenge. He made pun buns.) Now he just hangs around bothering Mick and offering unhelpful commentary.

Nate’s bakes always have imaginative designs, but end up being criticized as bland and flavorless. He’s always underbaked, too. No one understands how he keeps scraping by.

Amaya always uses interesting flavors from Africa and is regularly complimented for having a perfect balance with them. This however is as problematic as is it is helpful, as the judges do not actually like strong flavors. Very good at savory challenges.

My question for you is:

Who wins the season’s Star Baker?

Vampires Will Never Hurt You - pt 2

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Jin had been away for two weeks. He didn’t say anything once he came back either.

He just walked into class, took a seat next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. He put two fingers under your chin and brought your lips to his.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear before leaning back, paying attention to the board once the professor came into the room.

What could you say at this point?

Everyday you told yourself he had to have a good reason for leaving.

An hour and a half passed by and the professor finally called for fifteen minute break. You began to get up from your chair but he wrapped his arms around your waist and glued your body to his.

You could sit on his lap for hours and he wouldn’t get uncomfortable.

Also, you wouldn’t be able to escape his grip no matter how hard you tried.

You flushed, embarrassed by the stares and glances from your classmates. “Jin.” You complained quietly.

He didn’t let go.

Soon most of the class left to get snacks or drinks to make it through the rest of the lecture.

“Jin.” You placed your hands over his and he let go.

Sitting back down in your chair, you faced him for the first time since he left.

He stared back at you, watching your movements.

You wanted to ask him why he left and to where but really, you were just glad to see him again. His golden brown eyes melting your heart each time they looked into yours.

“I don’t want to talk about it here. I’m glad you’re back though. I missed you.”

“I’m hungry Y/N.” He said seriously and you saw him swallow.

You didn’t realize before that his grip although strong, it wasn’t as strong as usual. You took his hand and quickly led him out the room.

There was a lab room, empty and unlocked. He covered the door with an oversized poster and locked the door. He rest his forehead against the door and took a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you feed before coming?” You asked, prepping yourself.

“It’s been weeks.” He said turning around. His veins had already turned grey under his skin and his eyes were dark now. “I haven’t fed since I left and I didn’t want to kill anyone so I just waited to see you again.”

“Come here.” You pulled him to you and wrapped your arms around him. His fangs bit into your neck with a sharp pain but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

He kept feeding and you sank back into one of the countertops, lacing your fingers into his hair and biting your lips shut.

Maybe he needed more than a pint.

When he pulled away he placed his fingers over the puncture wounds and grabbed your bag. Looking through it he found the tiny round stickers he gave you that were practically like a second flesh. They hid the wounds perfectly.

He also pulled out the water bottle and took a sip then handed it over. You took it from his hands gratefully, drinking the whole thing in one shot.

He kissed your cheek and then down your jaw.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He breathed causing you to smile.

“I’m still mad.” You replied, nonetheless holding onto him and feeling lethargic.

“Can you walk to class? I’ll get you something from the vending machines.”

You nodded and made your way to the door.

“Hey.” He said making you stop to look back at him.

He walked towards you and kissed your lips gently. “I missed you too.” He said seriously.

You couldn’t help but smile and place a hand on his cheek. “I’m not that mad at you Jin. It just sucks being away from you.”

“I know.” He agreed. “Even for just a moment.”

He took your hand and kissed it but as you stared into his eyes you saw how sorry he still was.

During class you could’ve fallen sleep in your chair but Jin made sure you ate the candy and snacks he brought.

Your energy started to come back and class came to an end quickly. The bad thing was, you would need to review the textbook once you got home because you couldn’t concentrate on the lecture anymore, only on Jin.

Even now you felt like the other girls, stealing glances at him, admiring his features.

You still blushed bright red when he winked at you.

“Come on, let’s go eat. We have to get some real food into you.” He took your bag and held your hand as he led you out the school.

Secretly, you liked the new found status being with Jin gave you. Before, no one would bother asking you how your day was, if you needed the notes from last class, or if you saw last week’s episode of the new mystery drama everyone was watching now.

But at the same time all this attention was just artificial. It was the result of your relationship with Jin, nothing else.

Making friends at this age, it wasn’t supposed to be hard. Somehow you coasted your way through these past few years of school without making any significant friendships. Suddenly, with Jin it felt easier to make friends…or fake friends but at least people gave you some respect. All because of him.

“So where did you go?” You asked after the waiter took your order of hamburger and fries while Jin asked for the sampler.

He didn’t have to eat and he wasn’t hungry obviously, but human food would keep the blood in his system longer. So long as he ate human foods he wouldn’t need to feed for another week.

“Home.” He began.

Instantly you felt sad for him.

For Jin, home wasn’t a place he liked going back to. It was hell.

It was where he died, and where he was brought back to life. You never wanted to hear the story again but he had to tell you at least once every year. Just to come to terms with his new self.

He couldn’t tell anyone else.


“You killed him.”

“Jin. What am I supposed to do?” Taehyung cried.


“They’ll know it was me. Even if I run.”

He was right. Jin looked at his friend. He was scared. His shirt and hands were covered with blood.

Taehyung was a good person, not a murderer. Yet he killed his own father and Jin knew that it didn’t matter if it was self defense, Taehyung had killed someone.

Who would believe his story? His own sister looked at him with fear and ran. The sister he was protecting, now afraid of him.

He didn’t deserve this.

Jin looked at his friend and felt just as lost. All of this, it was happening so fast.

“That shaman, the one who warned all of us. He might be able to help. He knew this was going to happen. Remember?”

“How? How can he help me?” Taehyung questioned.

Jin picked him up. “I don’t know but hurry. We don’t have much time before your sister tells someone.”

“I didn’t say goodbye to her.” He struggled against Jin.

“You can’t. You can never go back. I’m trying to help you Tae, come on.”

As much as Taehyung protested, Jin dragged him away, muffling his screams and cries.

This shaman, he could help. Jin knew there was something up with him since the day they met. He had to know why this was all going on.

It was at the docks, the air was cloudy and it seemed like it was going to rain again. Everyone was there, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon.

They were kicking around a ball, making noise when the shaman came out from one of the boats and onto the dock.

He was dressed in a dark brown robe with feathers and he walked really slowly to the point that Jin didn’t know whether he was coming towards them of heading past them until he came to a stop before them.

The ball bounced towards him and rolled to his feet.

The man kicked the ball into the water with an energy that seemed abnormal for his sloth like movements.

“What the hell man?” Jimin tried to see if he could reach the ball but it was floating away.

“You gonna pay for that?” Jungkook went up to the man and stared him down.

“This is my property, now leave!” He yelled.

“You don’t own the docks.” Hoseok and the rest of them went to Jungkook’s side.

“I’ll call the cops. Now leave!”

“Nice, maybe they can save us from your crazy ass.” Namjoon smirked.

“Make us.” Jin said calmly, challenging him.

This time the crazy man laughed. He took one good look at each of them and shook his head.

“You all have sad lives don’t you?” He sighed. “So young too.” He looked at Jungkook.

That when they realized that there was something really off about him. There was no way he could have known Jungkook was the youngest.

“Are you taking your medications? Or do you self medicate?” He looked at Namjoon then at Hoseok.

“No one loves you enough to stay anymore?” He looked at Yoongi and Jimin.

“What’s your problem?” Jin faced him.

“You have problems, you all do. And it’s only going to get worse.” He laughed. “Much worse.” He looked at Taehyung.

Jin had enough.

“Let’s just go. We can buy another ball and come back tomorrow.” He said.

“And the day after that, and the day after that.” Jungkook added.

“Sadly, I don’t think so. I hate to break it to you but this will be the last time you guys are here.” The man shook his head, as if disappointed.

“Whatever.” Namjoon spit on the ground and walked past him.

“Be careful. Be very careful. I’m just warning you…There’s nothing to be afraid of except yourselves.” He laughed again.

“He’s crazy” Taehyung brushed past him and the rest followed suit.

But as crazy as he seemed, he was right.

Weeks later Hoseok overdosed. Yoongi burned his house down. Jimin fell asleep in the bathtub, Jungkook was jumped and Namjoon got arrested.

Now Taehyung had blood on his hands.

Jin wanted all of this to end, his friends were falling apart right before his eyes, but most of all Jin wondered what would happen to him.

All he could do was think about the guy from the docks who said all of this was going to happen. But how did he know?

Taehyung cried the whole ride over to docks. He kept saying “sorry” over and over again, to his sister, to Jin, to himself.

Jin’s tears got the best of him even though he was trying his best to stay calm, for Taehyung who was sobbing uncontrollably and the agony was so deep in his cries.

The same cries he’s head each of his friends make. It wasn’t fair. They had gone through so much together and all Jin could to was cry too.

“Taehyung. Something’s going on. It’s not your fault.” Jin tried to explain through sympathetic whimpers. “I know you.”

He helped Taehyung out of the car, practically carrying him over his shoulders because Taehyung was in another world. His body was limp and weak with guilt.

Jin spotted the boat and carefully boarded the swaying wood, kicking the door open.

“Sit here.” He placed Taehyung on the floor.

He slumped down, talking to himself and not making any sense.

“Breaking my property now?!” The old man came out of another door, probably leading to another tiny room. “What’s this? What do you want?” He pointed at Taehyung.

“You need to help. I know you can tell the future. You said things were going to get worse, how did you know?”

“I don’t need to do anything. This is just how things occur in life.” He replied.

“Yes you do. All my friends are living through hell right now and you know why. You know how to stop it. Who are you?”

“I came from South America, they referred to me as the shaman…As for your pathetic friends, it wasn’t my doing or anyone else’s. it was their own doing.”

Taehyung whimpered.

Jin grabbed the shaman by the collar. “You need to help them! Why is this happening? How do I stop it?”

“Are you afraid of what’s going to happen to you?” The shaman scoffed.

“I don’t care what happens to me, help him!” Jin was shivering with anger.

“If I help him it means another life gets ruined instead.”


“Yours.” He replied quickly.

Then he leaned down and pet Taehyung’s head.

“You’re going to hell, your sins will drag you down without mercy. How do you want to live till then?”

Jin kneeled down next to Taehyung and pushed the shaman’s hand away.

“Hyung, please help me.” Taehyung murmured, looking at Jin.

The shaman sighed. “You have two choices Taehyung…live with the sin you have committed…or bury it forever with another soul. No one will know, no one will come after you, and it would be like it never happened. Things will go back to normal, even your friends will be happy again.”

“What are you talking about?” Jin questioned but the shaman only spoke to Taehyung.

“You’ll have to kill him.” He said to Taehyung, and Jin grew angrier.

“Kill who?! You’re not making any sense. Just help us. I’ll do anything. Just please help my friend.”

“Why?” Taehyung cried out, grabbing the shaman and shaking him around. “Why?!”

“You took a soul Taehyung. Now your soul is doomed. To save it, you must take another and send that one to hell in your place.”

“Why him?!” Taehyung growled, tackling he shaman to the floor.

“None of you died yet. He’s weak. It was going to happen anyways. Destiny wants one of you……………..just one life. Is it going to be yours?”

Taehyung began to sob again. He rocked backed and forth and shook his head.

“What is he talking about? Tae. Don’t listen to him. We can run. Together. They won’t find you ever again.”

“One life, in exchange for the happiness of the rest.”

“Hyung, I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t live like this. We’re all fucked. I have to help them, just like you’re helping me. I’m sorry. We love you.” He cried.

“Tae. Don’t listen to him. He’s not making sense. He doesn’t want to help us. It was a mistake coming here. Let’s go. We need to get as far away as possible.”

“So what’s it going to be?” The shaman asked.

Taehyung’s words were almost unintelligible through his sobs now.

He held onto Jin’s hand and cried harder than ever.

The only thing Jin understood were his apologies. The shaman was gone.

Taehyung suddenly stopped crying and looked at Jin.

“Tae. Where did he go? What did he tell you to do?”

“Kill you.” Taehyung said emotionless.

Jin couldn’t move. Taehyung moved behind him and covered his eyes with one hand.

A sharp pain in his neck made Jin’s eyes widen and a gasp escaped his lips.

The shaman reappeared and Taehyung fell to his side, Jin watching in horror as blood covered his own body.

Jin fell onto his side as well and the shaman began chanting over him. As he looked at his friend next to him, Jin was afraid that Taehyung was dead already. He was completely still but eyes open and lifeless.

The shaman cut Taehyung’s shirt off of him and Jin saw the marks on his back. At the same time he felt weaker with each minute.

It had to be an artery bleeding out.

Taehyung’s eyes began to blink and his face scrunched up in pain. Jin saw the marks become wounds and then with each passing minute it became clear what was happening to his friend.

He was growing wings. Dark black wings.

Quiet groans filled the room. Jin was paralyzed and dying, unable to help his friend despite the fact that Taehyung had caused this.

Jin reached out for Taehyung, who was on his hands and knees heaving with pain, and just barely touched his hand.

The shaman continued chanting and Jin lost consciousness.

“What happened after that? When you woke up.” You asked him. He didn’t realize he was crying and when you wiped his tears away he gently pushed your hand away.

His expression turned hard again.

“I woke up as a monster. Taehyung was sleeping. He didn’t remember who I was. No one did, only Jungkook.”

“Why? Where is he now?”

“He ran away. He was scared of running into the people who hurt him. I killed people to ease the pain. I didn’t want to feed but once you starve yourself for so long, you lose control. The shaman was right about one thing….everything did go back to normal, but normal was already a living hell for us. But at least they had each other….They didn’t remember me so I stayed back, watching them from a distance.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I just chose a random city. Going back to school seemed like the most normal thing to do.”

“At least you chose this city and this school.” You wrapped your fingers between his.

“Yeah.” He squeezed your hand in his. “I guess that’s the only thing that went right so far.”


“Why?” You asked.

Home was a place of bad memories, of trauma. Why did he have to go back?


“He came back?” You didn’t know if this was a good thing or not.

“Yeah but thing have changed since then…the guys, they wanted nothing to do with him. Jungkook brought back too many dark memories. He knows something’s different about me and he knows I killed the shaman, but he doesn’t know what I really am.”

You couldn’t imagine it. Jin killing someone. It just sounded wrong. He seemed like he could do no wrong. Too perfect to have any flaw.

But you knew better than that.

“What are you going to do about him? Or what did you do.”

“I told him to start over, like I did. As always he never listens. He’s been pestering each of them, trying to get them to remember.”

“Did he go to Taehyung…did you see him again?”

Jin lowered his gaze and shook his head.

“That’s why I went. To stop Jungkook from getting to him. If Jungkook’s the only one that remembers me then I’m worried he’s the only one that can make Taehyung remember.”

“It’s not fair Jin. So what if he remembers what he did. Why should he get to live a normal life? He killed you. It’s not your problem if he remembers, it’s his own guilt that he’ll have caused.”

Even though Jin said he was happy with you it was hard not to wonder, if being with you was enough to overshadow the sorrow he felt knowing he was going to be like this forever.

Being something other than human, it wasn’t his choice and he didn’t enjoy having to kill others. The fact that he killed the dangerous, the criminal, it still didn’t shake the thought that he was also a murderer.

You always wondered if he had just taken a life or when he was going to take another. It was hard to believe that he was capable of murder but he was a vampire and he had no other choice.

He tried animals, blood bags, even starvation wouldn’t kill him.

Your blood quenched his thirst but only for so long. He couldn’t go more than two weeks without needing more.

But you’ve grown addicted to his bite. It was a sadistic and embarrassing need you grew to like. He hated it.

Once he realized you were aching for his bite he tried to feed on you only when necessary.

He was trying to find others like him, in hopes of some explanation as to why you would want to get bitten. Maybe it was just him. Something vampires have, like a way to attract prey. But that made no sense because he needed to kill, yet he couldn’t kill you no matter how good you taste.

“Don’t think like that Y/N. I don’t need you to be mad at him for me. If Taehyung and the rest of them remember, what good does it do? It won’t change me back. They’re happy now. That’s why Taehyung did it. Not for himself but for everyone else.”

“Everyone else except you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you. That’s enough for me.”

“You basically just said that you hate the rest of your life except for when you’re with me, that’s sad Jin. And it’s not right.”

“You know what’s not right? Jungkook keeping me away from you for two weeks. I’m going to make sure he suffers when he comes.”

“He’s coming here? And you know, a text would’ve been nice. That’s really the only reason why I was mad.”

“Ah…about that.” Jin took out his phone.

The screen was shattered.

“Jungkook likes to get on my nerves. And yes. He is coming here…to start over.” He sighed.

“There’s still email…” you muttered, knowing he could hear you clearly.

“Stay with me tonight.” He said lightening the mood.

He liked to tease and joke around but only when he was with you. At school he was the cool guy but with you he was funny, silly, he was alive again.

“No way. You’ll bite me again.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” He winked.

You gasped and blushed bright red. He was using your slight addiction against you. He sometimes called it your kink but that made you so embarrassed he knew it was dangerous to call it that.

You could hit him with all your strength and he wouldn’t feel a thing. He said it would help you relieve stress but you only tried it once and it didn’t relieve your stress at all. He was like a statue without reaction. It was like punching a mannequin.

Only when he began to make exaggerated expressions as if in pain, that’s when you started to laugh and shower him with kisses.

“If I stay you can’t touch me.” You said casually.

“Deal. Now finish eating. We don’t have all night.”


“Just carry me.” You whined.

It wasn’t that you felt tired, it was just that you hadn’t felt his arms around you in weeks and you just wanted to cuddle.

“If I stay you can’t touch me” He threw your words right back at you, raising his voice an octave higher.

“Jin, I’m tired.” You whined, determined to lie your way into his arms. “It’s like thirty feet to the front door.”

“You’re heavy.” He said getting out of the car and coming to open your door.

“i am not. To you I’m like a feather.”

“No more like a really heavy box.”

“I haven’t seen you in half a month.” You frowned, tiring of his teasing.

He noticed and a smirk spread across his face.

“Come here.” He said, opening his arms.

With a smile, you got out of the car and latched onto him, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you off to the beautiful beach house.

Part of you ecstatic that you didn’t have to get sand anywhere near your feet.

At school, everyone begged him to throw parties here at the beach house but Jin really got the place to have a quiet hideout. It was at the end of the beach and far from the public area but it was huge and visible from anywhere on the sandy coastline. It was built on a cliff that wasn’t too high but also not too low either.

You had some things here and some stuff back at your apartment. He wasn’t rushing you into moving in and he even paid the rent for your apartment to give you something less to worry about.

This was just one of the ways he liked to spoil you. He wanted you to use your money however you wanted, and other expenses like rent, utilities, even groceries he covered.

Of course you declined initially but he wasn’t having it. He was so rich, he had to hide money from the government.

Most of the money he has, it’s technically stolen. He liked to threaten the ones who used their power selfishly.

He got a steady income from some of the world’s wealthiest men and he secretly owned most of the stocks from more than ten small countries.

Countries that were in economic disarray. He was in school to learn how he could use his advantages to help those countries and its people in need.

He mentioned that overseas, Jungkook was taken in by a wealthy oil tycoon who left him millions before his death.

But that made Jin wonder why Jungkook would even want to come back, or why he would want stay here in this old city. He could go anywhere else in the world.

You guessed that Jungkook just wanted to be around Jin. He wanted something familiar. Something to remind him of the home he was forced to leave behind.

Overall, Jin’s past and his old friends had a sad story.

As much as he wanted to, Jin could never move on like the rest of them. He was stuck like this forever.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You whispered against his chest, snuggling into his arms and feeling the soft cotton of his shirt against your nose.

“Me too.” He said quietly.

You could still hear the pain in his voice.

“Don’t be sad Jin. You’re home now.” You breathed, pulling on his shirt.

He grabbed your hand while it was still clutching his shirt and you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

You let go of the fabric and Jin kissed you before taking off his shirt and climbing on top of you.

Wrapping your hands behind his neck, you pulled him in close again and he made out with your lips.

Without warning he punctured your lips and you winced with a small whine.

“Jin.” You smiled, and he kissed your bottom lip, sucking and licking the small drop of blood forming at the skin.

“I got carried away.” He kissed your cheek gently and rolled onto his back.

“We can’t do anything tonight anyways, you already bit me.”

“I know, I took a lot of blood too.”

You guys tried more than once before, but having sex after losing blood, it left you exhausted the next day. So exhausted you couldn’t move any part of your body.

One of the setbacks of being human.

You straddled him and he shook his head, already shaming you for not going to sleep like a good girl.

Blood droplets continued to form at your lip and you frowned. Tomorrow your lip would be a bit swollen and it would hurt when he kissed you.

Slightly annoyed at him for teasing, you licked the blood off your lip and tasted the bitter, iron like liquid.

He quickly pushed you onto your back again and you looked up at him innocently, knowing exactly why he was so riled up.

Seeing you taste your own blood, he said it was the sexiest turn on.

“Go to sleep Y/N.” He glared back, tucking you in and moving away to his side of the bed.

You pouted and felt stupid for teasing him like that especially when it was the first night you had him back, and the first day he’s fed in weeks.

Hugging him from behind, you kissed the back of his neck and knew he wasn’t going to move the rest of the night. He wasn’t mad, he just knew how to make you do what he wanted.

You already knew that no matter how hard your tried, he wouldn’t talk to you again for the rest of the night, he would just stay frozen like a statue.

Instead you spoke to him, telling him about your days while he was away, and slowly but surely dozing off into your dreams.


The cafeteria was almost deserted this early in the morning. There were maybe about five people sitting down on their laptops and eating at the same time. Others on their phone.

You skipped breakfast that morning and Jin said he’d meet you here.

At the doors there were vending machines that sold all kinds of drinks. After getting a coffee, you stood by the doors and heard their voices approach.

“Jin hyung. Please. I have no where to go.”

“Not my problem Jungkook. It’s not like you don’t have money to rent a place. Plus I have a girlfriend, she practically lives with me already.” He swung the cafeteria doors open.

One of them swung into you, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you stumbled towards the nearest table, somehow not spilling an ounce of your drink.

“Are you okay?” His arms were stabilizing you in an instant. The look of death on his face. “I didn’t see you babe, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” You laughed, embarrassed at his behavior in front of his friend. “You must be Jungkook.”

“Yeah. You must be Jin’s girlfriend.” He said, smiling politely.

You wondered why he didn’t know your name but then you remembered what Jin just said. Jungkook didn’t even know you existed until just now.

Jin was still staring at you.

“Jin, I’m fine. Really.”

Like that, he snapped out of it and turned to Jungkook.

“This is Y/N. We’ve been dating for a while and we have plans to eat breakfast together so-”

“Got it. I’ll text you later. It was nice meeting you Y/N.” He nodded.

“Likewise.” You waved goodbye as you were herded towards the food by Jin.

“You seem annoyed.” You commented, a bit disappointed that Jin was in a bad mood and that he didn’t even mention he had a girlfriend to Jungkook.

“He’s being a pain in the ass.”

“He misses you maybe? It seems like he needs you and he wants a place to stay where he can feel comfortable.”

“You heard all that?” He asked.

“I don’t have to come over. I can move my stuff out. You guys can be bros and bond again.”

Jin grabbed a tray and began looking through this morning’s options. You didn’t even bother looking at the food since he already knew what you liked.

“I really don’t care if he misses me or not.” Jin continued to fill your tray.

“You didn’t get a tray for yourself.” You pointed out.

“Jesus.” He said, almost cursing, before turning back to get another.

When he came back you took his tray and grabbed his face in your hands. He froze but he looked down at you with a hard expression.

“Jin. Relax.” You kissed him and felt his body relax instantly.

“If you want to help me relax, I suggest we go somewhere else.” He trailed his kissed down your neck.

You pushed away from him before anyone saw. “Your human emotions are coming out.”

“Vampires get…excited…too.”

You sighed, giving him a sad smile. “I mean you’re lack of sympathy. If you don’t want anything to do with him that’s fine. But I assume in his eyes, you’re his friend.”

“You know I don’t have friends. Not really.”

“Only me.” You reminded yourself like he always does.

He only cared about you. No one else.

While that seemed sweet at first, you came to realize that he really didn’t care about others. You wondered if it was because he was a vampire, or because he was afraid to trust anyone else.

Humans were really no better than vampires when it came to sympathy, empathy, jealousy, envy and any other bad emotion.

“He ran Y/N. He ran away from all his problems, from us.”

“From what I know, he didn’t have a choice. He was young and he was probably scared to death.”

He smiled at your unintentional choice of words. Instantly, you felt embarrassed.

“I’ll be nice to him. Only because I don’t want you to think I’m some demon from hell with no feelings. You know, you’re no human either Y/N. You’re an angel.”

“I know you’re not a monster Jin. You think you’re a monster but humans aren’t much different. I love you, blood sucking kink or not.”

He gave you a genuine smile before his expression turned dark.

“Prove it.” He dared, taking a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him gently. He took control and pressed his lips against yours, getting rougher with his movements and you giggled, bringing attention to yourselves but he played it off by focusing back on the food selection.


His teeth grazed the skin on your neck and you inhaled sharply, biting your lips in hopes of not letting him know how much you wanted it. He wanted it too, the ecstasy and peace he left on top of the pleasure.

Your neck was more than exposed for him but you kept your head back, focusing on the pleasure building up within your core as you rode him on the couch.

He kissed his way up between your breasts and he loved to leave marks around the skin with each greedy suckle.

“Faster baby.” He ordered, concentrating his lips onto your neck.

He gently sucked around the wound marks, and the slight pain heightened your senses, the pleasure.

“Jin.” You whined, holding him tighter and rocking your hips faster, pumping him just the way he liked.

“Ahh, fuck baby.” He growled, sucking your sweet spot and controlling his hunger.

If he bit, then it would hurt you and ruin your high, but he would feel so good, so pleased.

“Do it Jin.” You breathed, kissing his lips and assuring him that you wanted this. You missed him so much, his touch, his groans, his breathy orders. You wanted to please him.

He kissed you again before switching positions, picking you up and placing you against the couch instead. He was so fast with his movements, it all happened within a blink.

He was pounding into you now, and you threw your head back, letting him sink his teeth into you. The pain somehow wasn’t as bad as usual, and you felt yourself orgasm suddenly.

He groaned loudly and you were underneath him, on cloud 9 and breathing quickly, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

As you both rode out your high, he brushed the hair away from your face and became gentle again, kissing your cheeks and letting his other hand caress your body.

“Fuck princess, you came when I bit you.” He kissed your neck with a gentleness that felt tender and warm.

“I’m sorry I can’t keep going.” You breathed.

He laughed and kept kissing you wherever he could. “I’m more than satisfied baby.”

You were spent and exhausted. He licked the blood dripping from your new wounds and carried your tired body to the bathroom.

“Having that kind of stamina must be nice for vampires no?”

“Vampire sex is boring. I like feeling your body react to everything I do, I can hear your heart pounding, your scent, it’s intoxicating. Not this, tropical melody body wash.” He picked up the bottle of soap and passed it to you.

“It was on sale.” You informed him as he lowered you into the bathtub.

“If I turn you, sex won’t be so much fun.”

“But I’d last a few more orgasms don’t you think? How many have you had in one night?” You asked, but you didn’t really want to know because then you’d wonder who was the lucky one that had pleasured him so much?

“No more than two, I only beat that record with you.” He said smugly, recalling the last time you guys had sex and you both came three times. “We’ll have plenty more orgasms princess but I prefer to keep you human for now.”

“As soon as I see a wrinkle you better turn me.”

“You’ll get wrinkles if you stay in the water too long, hurry and bathe, I’ll take a shower.” He kissed you and walked into the shower, turning the hot water on and fogging up the glass so that you couldn’t see him.

“Jin they haven’t stopped bleeding.” You entered the shower with him after you were done bathing.

He lifted your head up and looked at the puncture wounds.

“I already put on the stickers you gave me but they dissolved.”

“I’ll patch them up with a bit of gauze and in the morning they should be fine. Do you want to eat before we go to sleep?”

You shook your head.

As soon as the silk of the pajamas hit your skin, silk he bought custom made, you fell into his arms and closed your eyes before making it to the bed.

The next morning you didn’t even remember when he taped the small squares of gauze onto your neck.

But that’s how it usually went. Your low stamina felt like a burden. Most of the time you fell asleep right away when you just wanted to cuddle and have long conversations.

You peeled the tape and cotton off, two small scars developed on your skin. The other scars on your neck were fading but you realized that there were a lot. Pairs of dark spots lined your neck, which you always covered but it felt a bit scary to look at.

Were you becoming addicted? The pain was worth the unique sensation. To be able to please him, to feel the thin border between pain and pleasure as he suckled the skin on your neck. Isn’t that like a kink, not an addiction you had to be ashamed of?

You looked at yourself in the mirror and Jin came into the room. He did a double take and came to inspect your skin immediately.

“You have too many marks on your neck. They’re not fading as fast as before. Y/N, you have every right to refuse my bite.” He said disappointedly.

“I can cover them up easily. It doesn’t hurt. You needed to feed before, and last night I wanted to make you feel good.”

“I need to take you to the doctor, when’s the last time you had a checkup?”

“Six months ago, when you took me.”

“We need to go again. Maybe you need to change your diet. Is anyone in your family diabeti-”

You shut him up with a kiss.

“I’m fine Jin. You wouldn’t have to worry so much if I was like you.”

“We talked about this.”

“I know. I don’t want you to turn me but all I can see are positives.”

“If you saw the real me you wouldn’t want anything to do with vampire.”

“I know the real you Jin. Stop trying to make me feel bad for loving you.”

“I scare you sometimes. Isn’t that reason enough for you to stop loving me?” He lowered his head.

It was one of those rare times in which he became vulnerable and completely human.

“Okay then break up with me. You should have the guts to leave me, to break my heart and claim it’s for my own good.” He looked up at you, watching your small outburst and he became a vampire again.

He bit his lip slightly and stood up, taking your face into his hands and bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

“You know what’s the worst thing about being a vampire Y/N? Why I can’t just leave you alone?” You stared into his eyes and felt nothing but complete love for him, hypnotized by his perfection and the way he made you feel.

“We love being selfish.” He growled before biting your neck. You gasped at the pain and yet it didn’t matter.

You loved him too much to refuse and he loved you too much to let go. Even if this only lasted a lifetime, you wanted him to be your vampire, and no one else’s.


Part 3

Alright alright! This was quite possibly the hardest thing I have written so far, I know that some of it isn’t realistic so please, spare me in your replies. 

This was the ficlet/fic idea I had about Lucien schooling the judges at a competition. 

I think it makes sense that Lucien would know about the topic I chose, because his dad is a technology and Victorian buff and Lucien was kind of interested in that one lecture so, yeah. here you go. 


When Damien’s phone rang, displaying a picture of Hugo, he sighed and already started formulating a scenario that’s landed Lucien in detention or suspension again. Honestly the boy did all he could do in the three years he’s spent in high school, but he was creative and that was what scared Damien the most. Taking a deep breath, he answered it.

“What did he do now?”

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