a little late for me but oh well

anonymous asked:

(really late for this but anyways…) Why do I follow you? Um… well, for me, it was your 'The Little Merman' fancomic. I saw a bit of it, and your posts, and you had this Szimpatikus (from Hungarian: ad. good feeling at first sight about someone) aura around you! So I had definitely to stick out w/u!(kind of long, but nah, had to say it)

Wow, hasn’t it been ages since I last asked that? Oh my God, so unexpected. XD

But awwww~ It’s nice to hear I’ve got a positive impression on others. It contrasts nicely with my natural negativity, lmao. XD

But thank you so much for sticking around! Whoever you are, I am lucky to have you! X3

Air (James Potter x Reader)

Request: Yes

Warnings: Deep feelings?

Enjoy!

Part 2


Y/N sighed softly as she slowly escaped from between her sheets. With a dejected breath and half closed eyes, she made her way to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit” she murmured when she glanced at the blurred reflection in the mirror.

Her face was paler than normal and under her eyes appeared dark bags.

Well then, shower it is. It doesn’t matter if I’ll be a little late on breakfast anyway…


Y/N entered the Great Hall running, as usual, and hurried to where her friends were sitting.

“A little early, are we, Y/N?” Y/F/N smirked, looking up from her plate.

“Oh shut up. It’s like you can recognise my footsteps” she said in an annoyed tone, throwing her legs over the bench to properly face her friends.

Y/F/N couldn’t help but snicker, knowing how irritated Y/N could get by this subject.

“I just took a shower. A very-needed shower, I might add”

“I won’t fight with you on that. Good grief, she looked like a tired ghost” one of her roommates added.

“A tired ghost?” Y/N raised a single eyebrow at her friend’s description.

“Yeah, you know. That kind of ghost which looks like it spent all its life working and then died to finally go to bed”

Her friends began laughing loudly, but Y/N only grimaced.

“You’re always going to pick on my thirst for knowledge, aren’t you?”

“You name it ‘thirst for knowledge’, I name it ‘workaholic’”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but smiled a little.

They really are hopeless, aren’t they?


“What’s up with the hurry?” Y/F/N asked.

Once Y/N and her friends reached the hallway, they saw a multitude of students gathered at the entrance.

“Aren’t we supposed to head to Charms?” Y/N murmured, glancing at her schedule again.

“We are. But these are the Gryffindors. We’re having our class with them”

Y/N raised her eyes from the paper to peer at the crowd. Yes, certainly the Gryffindors. But what the hell are they doing here?

“Well, they certainly have a reason for being here. I guess it won’t hurt if we just ask them” she quipped, already making her way to the other students.

Y/F/N followed close behind her as they approached one group of Gryffindors.

“Excuse me” Y/N cleared her throat, asking for their attention. “Do you know by any chance if Professor Flitwick told us to wait for him here?”

Four people turned around and Y/N could make out the figures of four boys.

Oh, no… Y/N mentally slapped herself for being so stupid. The ones standing in front of her were none others than the Marauders.

“Well, well. How can we help you, ladies?” the long, dark haired boy spoke, flashing the two girls a rather dashing smile.

Y/N just rolled her eyes. Of course. Sirius Black, notorious flirt.

“Do you know if we must wait for Professor Flitwick here, or not?” she asked again, deciding she wanted to make this conversation as short as possible.

“And what do I get if I tell you?” Sirius smirked, then winked at her friend.

Y/N couldn’t help but groan and shake her head disapprovingly when she heard Y/F/N giggle.

“Come on, Padfoot. Don’t be a jerk. Give the lady what she wants” another boy interfered.

Y/N stole a quick glance at him. He was grinning too, but the suggestive tone James Potter used made Y/N’s cheeks heat up. She couldn’t help but observe his lean body, how the black mess he called hair would fall over his eyes, or how he’d randomly stare at her when they were in the Great Hall, or during classes.

Y/N quickly turned her eyes away, feeling that his gaze was already boring holes into her head and tried to settle down the heat in her cheeks.

Y/F/N snickered rather audibly from behind her, while staring at James.

“What?” the boy said, noticing her eyes glued on him. “Do I have something on my face?”

Y/N snapped her head towards them, understanding immediately what was happening and shot Y/F/N a death glare.

“No, there’s nothing on your face” she responded calmly. “Now, if you would-”

“Professor Flitwick is coming” a sandy haired boy interjected.

Y/N took a second to look at him, before turning around, to face the professor. Remus. She would often spend time with him in the library, discussing a good book, doing homework, or just reading next to each other. He seemed the only normal one from that group, honestly.

“Children,” Flitwick addressed them cheerfully “I know this is a bit unexpected, but today we’ll have our class outside, as the spell you’ll learn today requires quite some space.”

Without any further explanation, professor Flitwick began walking towards the entrance and the group of students followed close behind.

Once they reached the Black Lake, the professor stopped and turned to face the students.

“Today, we’ll talk about a rather difficult spell to master, more exactly, a teleportation spell. Come on, find a pair and get your wands out”

After a few minutes of fussing, the group fell into silence once again.

“Good. Now, hold your wands like this and chant ‘Hominem liquescit’. You need to have a place for the object, or person you want to use this spell on to teleport to very clearly contoured in your mind. Be careful when using this spell though. It requires attention and, when used the wrong way, it may damage the person you use it onto. Off you go”

Y/N turned back towards her friend and raised her wand, once Flitwick turned his back at them.

“You’ll let me go first, won’t you?” she asked Y/F/N.

After receiving a small nod, Y/N closed her eyes, focusing her entire attention on the spell. The words kept echoing in her head and she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips.

“Hominem liquescit” she murmured and felt how a thin stride of magic erupted from the tip of her wand.

Y/N tightened the grip on her wand, while repeating the spot Y/F/N should be transported to over and over in her mind. With a rather powerful effort of her energy and a light pop, her arm fell back into its place.

The next thing she knew when she opened her eyes was that her friend was standing in a completely different spot from before, with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, look over there, you all! Miss Y/L/N made it!” Y/N heard professor Flitwick remark and then the round of applause and cheering which followed.

She smiled ever so slightly and turned towards the others. Her gaze slowly moved across the crowd, before her eyes came to a sudden stop.

Her eyes met with his. She froze and felt her heart constrict painfully, although she wasn’t entirely sure why. One thing was clear, though. The boy could easily make her heart race. And while different, brand new emotions began lurking inside her body, her knees seemed to melt. While James’ lips turned upwards, Y/N couldn’t help but grimace.

Why is this happening to me?

She internally sighed and dropped her head in one of her hands, still not being able to look away from James.

“Watch it!” someone yelled.

The sound startled Y/N, who tore away her eyes from James’ and whipped her head towards the voice.

It seemed that, in her distraction, Y/N didn’t notice the other students which began working on the spell once again, nor did she notice the spell which was aiming directly at her.

Her eyes widened and, with a strangled gasp, the spell hit her with full force, sending her body tumbling down.

But before she could reach the ground, her body melted with the air, leaving behind an empty spot and a heavy silence.  


Startled gasps echoed across the crowd of students. Professor Flitwick’s shock washed away with a quick shake of his head and he took hold of the situation, yelling over to the teenagers.

“Go look for her! Don’t just stay there like statues” he commanded, then started looking for the girl himself.

But as a piercing scream echoed from the sky, they all stopped their fussing and glanced above them.

Their eyes widened at the sight of Y/N, falling freely from the sky.

“No!” Y/F/N screamed. “She’s going to fall into the lake!”

Everybody’s eyes turned to the trembling girl.

“She doesn’t know how to swim” she whispered almost painfully.

But before the words began sinking in, Y/N’s body hit the water with a loud splash, sending waves all over the water surface and shivers down her classmate’s spines.


Y/N felt the impact with the water and then, the coldness which embraced her body, biting at her skin.

She desperately tried to remain at the surface, but her frantic movements were worthless.

Quickly, the little oxygen from her lungs fade away, being replaced by a burning feeling. Y/N wasn’t sure how, but she could swear that, even under water, she felt her lungs burn. Her whole body began aching with a desperate need for air and her brain felt foggy.

As the water surface was slowly dying into the distance, taking the light with it, Y/N finally let her body fall into the dark abyss.

But as a dark shadow blocked her already blurred view and a strong arm twirled around her waist, her eyes slowly came to a close.


Pain. All she felt was pain. Pain and a terrible headache.

While her brain seemed to come to his senses again, her body refused to even twitch. Her legs and arms felt heavy and her chest was hurting. Every breath she took resulted in a stinging feeling in her lungs.

Although it was bearable, Y/N couldn’t help but groan as a deep breath made her feel like her chest could explode at any moment.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be glued together. But as a shadow blocked the light she could acknowledge even through her closed lids, her eyes flew open with a desperate effort.

The bright light in the room blinded Y/N for just a moment, before a hospital room began contouring.

The Hospital wing? But what am I doing- she wondered, but stopped herself short.

All the memories from the incident floated back into her brain with a striking rapidity, which made her headache intensify. The Charms class. How she mastered the charm. The look she exchanged with James and then… the spell which hit her. She remembered her fall, the impact, the burning feeling which strangled her lungs… And that arm. That shadow.

That’s right. Someone saved me!

She gasped audibly as the thoughts finally clicked.

“Glad to know you’re awake” a deep voice rag from beside her.

Y/N flinched and quickly turned her head, a movement which resulted in a deep pain into her sore neck muscles.

James sat next to her bed, his black hair messy as always and his warm eyes focused on her face. He smiled at her confused expression.

“Did I scare you?” he asked quietly.

“N-no. It’s just… you’ve startled me. This is a bit unexpected. You are a bit unexpected”

“Me?” James cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah… I mean, you being here is a bit unexpected…”

James silently shook his head, which confused Y/N even further.

“So… why are you here?”

“Well, I thought you’d figure by now. My hair is not wet for no reason” he smiled softly at her.

Y/N glanced at his hair and was quite shocked to discover that he was right. At times, lonely droplets of water would stream down his neck and onto his t shirt, making him appear-

No! You won’t finish that thought. Stay collected, stay collected…        

The thought clicked and all the colour from Y/N’s face drained.

So that was his arm around her waist. So that was his warmth which she could feel even if she was surrounded by coldness. So… that was him who saved her.

Only thinking about that, Y/N could swear she felt the tingling sensation again on her middle. Or maybe… that was her heart?

She gulped and lowered her eyes to meet with his.

“Why?” was the only coherent question she could manage.

And now that she thought about it, it doesn’t seem so coherent anymore.

James smiled once again and moved so that he was now standing on Y/N’s bed. He gently took her hand in his and stroked her skin with his thumb.

His action sent shivers down her spine, but she managed to somehow remain collected. For now, at least.

“Because I wanted to” he spoke to her hand.

“B-but… why? I mean, you didn’t have to-”

Y/N stopped herself short as James’ other hand came in contact with her warm cheek. Her lips remained parted as she froze. His gentle stroke made her heart twist and twirl. A very heavy feeling rose in her stomach. His fingers trailed her jaw and rested just below her lips, holding her chin in place.

Damn you…

Every place his fingers touched would tingle, preventing Y/N from any coherent thinking. 

Her eyes went wide as James’ face grew closer to hers than she initially expected.

“Why, you ask?” he muttered, staring into her Y/E/C eyes.

She merely nodded, but doubted he really needed her confirmation.

“Because I care about you”

His eyes lowered to glance at her lips and she felt like her already racing heart was about to burst out of her chest. He let out a small breath which tingled her skin and made goose bumps appear all over her body.

“And I couldn’t forgive myself if- if something happened to you” James continued, as he started leaning in.

Y/N’s brain and heart screamed at the same time. Unfortunately, for totally different reasons.

Her brain was full of unanswered questions and uncertainties. She felt like a storm decided to have fun inside her head and messed it up even more than it already was. Her confused thoughts mixed up together, making her head feel rather heavy and foggy.

On the other hand, her heart seemed to melt from the fire Potter lit inside of her. The warmth which captured her heart began spreading all over her body, making her cheeks burn.

He seems so harsh and cocky all the time, but he has always been nice and careful with me. And his touch… it’s like a drug… so gentle.

Just as Y/N was about to give in and listen to her heart, James suddenly pulled away, breathing hard.

He looked scared, with his hair messier than usual and his eyes wild, as he stared back at Y/N. He quickly trailed his hand over his hair, trying to calm some of his nerves.

“I- I’m sorry” he muttered, before standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

Y/N stood there frozen, watching him leave. She couldn’t quite make out what just happened, but as soon as the door shut, an empty feeling strangled her chest. Her eyes began stinging and her heart constricted painfully.

“Well?” she heard a voice ask from outside the Hospital Wing. “How did it go?”

“I-I-”

“Did you kiss her, or not?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to it, Moony”

“What? Why?”

“It’s just… hard to explain. I can’t stand being here anymore. I am too close to her”

“Prongs, wait!”

Along with the footsteps, the voices of the four Marauders slowly died, leaving Y/N in complete silence.

Once she was alone again, she felt the warmth in her cheek fade away. She slowly raised her hand and touched the spot James’ fingers stroked.

Y/N closed her eyes and, with a soft sigh, she let a single tear stream down her pale face, remaking the trail James’ fingers once made.  

It was cold.

✰Kokichi & KI-BO✰

Since I’ve watched Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt pretty recently, I got inspired to do this little X-Over ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

I’m like around 7 years too late with this, huh ?(゜▽゜;)

World Poetry Day

I have a question for you all. What’s your favourite poem, and what’s your favourite line from that poem? If your favourite line of poetry is from a different poem, tell me that as well!

You’ve all been such absolute bbs lately and I have an idea for some COOL POETRY FUN that I want to do for you all as a little lexical thank you!

My favourite poem is probably Fragment 4 of Sappho:

I simply want to be dead.
Weeping she left me.

with many tears and said this:
Oh how badly things have turned out for us.
Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.

And I answered her:
Rejoice, go and
remember me. For you know how we cherished you.

But if not, I want
to remind you
]and beautiful times we had.

For many crowns of violets
and roses
[…] at my side you put on

and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat.

And with sweet oil
costly
you anointed yourself

and on a soft bed
delicate
you would let loose your longing

(tr. Anne Carson)

but my favourite line of poetry is ‘Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun’, from Funeral Blues by WH Auden. It just absolutely encapsulates the dull ache of grief for me. I remember when my grandad died. I was 18, and the pervading emotion for the first few weeks wasn’t really sadness, but emptiness. It was an experience more than a feeling, like living on a different plane from everyone else, walking through the world and wondering ‘why hasn’t everybody stopped? Don’t they know that the world has ended?’ and feeling absolutely isolated and numb. So, that’s my favourite line. Cheery.

NOW YOUR TURN

*fingerguns* i have ~art block~

BUT I’ve been wanting to do this for a while- And seeing as there have been a few more kid designs floating around lately, I decided to throw my skeleton child into the mix as well!

So here’s an 8 year old Bubblegum! A few changes:

-She’s not a parasite in the MCQ verse, so no cracked eye!
-Her toffee is now a bow! Mostly because if I were her parent, I wouldn’t let her go out with a goddamn toffee stuck to her skull oh my god bubblegum
-her face is a little rounder as a child!
-HER SCARF LOOKS A LOT BIGGER ON HER

[MommaCQ belongs to @alainaprana!]
[Bubblegum belongs to me!]

03.12.17 // 8:29 AM

I haven’t been checking stuff online lately because exams are coming up and I’ve just been so stressed about so many things, but when I opened Tumblr, oh my. 500 followers?! Well, it’s a little over that now—I missed the exact mark. But still! Thank you, friends! You are all crazy wonderful! I know it’s not much, but it still means a lot to me. Have a great Sunday!

He’s in Love - Carl Grimes x Reader

A very short one and i am sorry that it is both disappointing and late but I have had a mixture of illness and work as well as an exam tomorrow and it is all a little hectic. Things should get better after this week and I may return to the joker!! 

“What’s that smirk for?” Rick came up behind Carl on the porch making him jump as he was sat on the porch step. Carl sighed and shook his head,

“Nothing,”

“Oh so you gazing across the street at (y/n) is nothing, is it?” he moved to sit beside me,  “Carl, young love is tough, you really like her huh?”

“I never said anything about love, dad.” I groaned sinking my head into my hands as if I could disappear into my hat. I had to admit, what I felt wasn’t far from it. The way she pulled her hair up while she worked or how she would just slump out on the couch at ours after a long day and pass out and look peaceful. Or even the way she would look after Judith, bouncing her and bringing little things back for her on runs.

“How long?”

“Ever since she started talking to me” this is quite probably the most embarrassing thing, my dad giving me advice on love and not just that, love in an apocalypse - pretty damn impossible if you ask me,

“I reckon you tell her, just get it out”

“And if she says no?” I asked crossing my arms after pulling my head out of them, finally giving him a sideways glance

“No to what?” great, Michonne.

"Our Carls finally a teenager.”

“Go on” she laughed leaning on the post next to dad,

“He’s in loooveee” I smacked Rick on the arm

“Oh boy!” I could hear the smirk on Michonne’s face, “you need to tell her, it’s Chiana isn’t it”

“It’s not her” I lied beginning to blush. My dads head turned and I could see his smirk,

“Denying it will get you no where, son. Handle her heart with care. (y/n) is strong, but she is also delicate. Don’t ruin that. Do not be responsible for really messing her up.”

“Thanks for the confidence dad,” I sighed

“You’ll be fine, Carl, go talk to her either now or later after chores. I know that dates aren’t really  thing anymore… god knows what is you can do now a days, ask her to hang out a bit or something then ask her to go steady.”

“Go steady?” Michonne chuckled, “God, Rick this isn’t the 1940’s.”

“Might well as be in this state.” I stood and paced up and down before them before stopping to face them.

“What do I even say? Hey (y/n), mind if I hold your hand around everyone and kiss you in front of people? You know, just cause it turns out I don’t actually wanna be your friend anymore - oh no I definitely don’t want to be your friend anymore I want so much more than that because seeing you around Ron drives me insane and if I could just kinda have you to myself that would be great thanks.”

“Well,” dad smirked,
“What?”

“Yea sure, I mean kissing you doesn’t seem to bad of an idea.” I froze for a moment before turning on my heel. Her face was pretty close to mine. We looked at each other for a moment and I thankfully heard two sets of footsteps moving away. “Ron drive me insane too to be honest but, ain’t got much choice with an apocalypse and all that.” Even now she still joked and played around but I was still stuck on her first sentence,

“Wait, what?”

“The apocalypse?…”

“No, no I noticed that a few years ago actually” I laughed nervously.

“Well you know, kissing does pass time pretty well” she smiled, “I have wanted to do that for a little while actually.” for the first time she blushed a little and glanced down so I ook my chance. I leaned in a little making her look up before I carefully pushed my lips against hers.

Finally got this one finished! Other stuff gets in the way of art a lot, lately. 

I love Star Wars Rebels. I’m torn between longing for every episode to be out NOW and being completely terrified of the outcome of the whole thing. Because you just know it ain’t gonna end well.

So yeah, sad music, a good weekly art prompt and SW feels led to this.

OH AND COSMERE PPL

I’m still taking messages to pass on to Brandon Sanderson in a little sketchbook with my art for the next week or so. If you want to participate just send me your message of 10 sentences or less, and let me know how you want to “sign” it (your name, you twitter handle, your nickname, whatever you prefer) and I’ll put it into a little booklet to give to him when I meet him at JordanCon in Atlanta. :)

Teaser Trailer

You teased me a little too much tonight.

You’ve revealed spots. Put your feet in my lap. Mentioned how sensitive you’re feeling. All to get a rise out of me. Well fine. You want to see me react?

It’s at that moment, the moment where we’ve just finished our outing and about to head home. It’s late, the street’s pretty quiet. No one about. Perfect timing. I grab your sides. Just firmly enough to move you, but not ready to tickle just yet. I gently place you against the nearest wall.

“Oh silly little girl! You’ve been so mean to tickle monster all night!”

My fingers begging to tickle your sides, they wiggle softly.

“Shush, cutie. Don’t want to make too much noise! It’s late!”

I take in your blushing face. The way your body contorts against the sensations. The lips pressed together so tightly. But you know as well as I do this game is a prologue.

“So… we’re going to somewhere we can make a little noise, how does that sound?”

Your nod is all I need, but why stop tickling now? A wonderful idea pops into my head.

“But here’s the fun part. I’m not going to stop tickling until we get home. I’m going to keep at least one finger oh so lightly tickling you at any time. At least one. Maybe more. Maybe I’ll make it hard for you to keep your composure. I haven’t decided. And we’re getting a taxi as planned. So try not to act up in front of a strange, or tickle monster might have to play this game every time we go out!”

The shock in your eyes mixes with amusement. Though that could be the tickling. Your lips still pursed, my my hands retract apart from one pesky finger which decides to run up and down your ribs. You assume it won’t tickle there for long, before it moves some place new. You assume right. We start to walk away from the wall you’ll likely always look upon and smile fondly at.

“Ok then… let’s head home! But, uh, just a head’s up… I don’t care if you win or lose this little game. If you giggle like a cute little girl in front of people because you’re so adorably ticklish. Regardless, when we get in, I’m going to pick you up, take you upstairs, hold you down… and fucking. Wreck. You.”

The intensity with which I say it practically burns through your entire being.

It’s going to be a long trip back. But a much, much longer night.

Watch on notpano.tumblr.com

This was recorded live but I’m not too sure what’s up with the choppiness of the video… oh well, so it is!!

More nasty #bars

Lyr!cs:

Hey  everybody, it’s me, your dad
I hear ya been up real late being bad
On the regular
Double double u E wrestler
Call ya the champ, the boss the leveler
Making more money than I know what to do with
That’s a lie I don’t like to do shit
Fist in the air and I’m yelling yo deuces
Roll with the punches and sip up the juices
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as cum
I go to school for free but all the haters think I’m dumb
Yeah bitch, that shit is on purpose
 a fun loving care free type of a person
The only time I’ll brag all about my genius
 my minds even bigger than the size of my penis

#rap #rapping #flow #hiphopmusic #hiphop

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Distant Memory

* Lafayette × Reader
* 39: Don’t say you love me
* 118: I love you more than anything in the world…which is why you have to stay here.
* Modern

A/N: so I used two prompts because they both worked well with my idea. I hope you guys like this one as I stayed up until 4:30 to finish and I hope lack of sleep didn’t affect my writting…
Oh and please excuse my shitty excuses for medical reasoning.


You hated walking home this late, especially since the fastest way home was a little sketchy. Nothing had happened to you before but you hated the atmosphere here. You constantly felt like you were being watched. You phone pinged and you looked to answer the text.

Laf: you off work?

You smiled and could practically hear his accent. You sent a text back telling him you were headed back home. You’ve been living with your boyfriend, Lafayette, and his friends for a few months.

Laf: headed to meet you

He really was great. He knew you hated walking this way alone and tried to meet up on the way home. You relaxed knowing Lafayette would be there soon. And that was a mistake. While passing by an alley, and hand reached out and grabbed the strap of your purse.

You grabbed it with both hands trying to take it back from the mugger. Suddenly the other person pulled with added strength and you stumbled forward. Right into a brick wall. Your head hit the wall. You heard Lafayette yelling and footsteps running away.

Lafayette was near you and cradled you in his arms. He was urging you to open your eyes but that was top difficult. The last thing you remember was his frantic voice as he called an ambulance.

Your head hurt and you couldn’t remember why. You opened your eyes slightly but the harsh lighting forced you to shut them tightly. You could hear someone’s feet scrapping across the carpet as they paced. You could also hear some mumbled speech. And it sounded like foreign language too. What the hell?

Curiosity forced you to open your eyes again. You groaned as the light hit them. The footsteps stopped and suddenly someone was at your side. “Y/N?” The person asked as they noticed you stirring. They had a thick french accent.

You could finally keep your eyes open for longer that few seconds and took in your surroundings. You were in a hospital. What happened to you? You raised a hand to your sore head and found a bandage covering the most painful spot. You finally looked over to the person next to you.

He had a head full of dark curls that were pulled into a pony tail. However, there were many curls that had fallen free. Possibly from him running his hands through his hair. His dark eyes were full of worry. He had a bit of scruff but it was too well trimmed to be from lack of a razor.

“Wha?” You didn’t even know where to start with questions.

“Oh mon cheri you scared me!” The man proclaimed and released a breath.

“Huh?” You said squinting at him.

“I shall fetch ze doctor alright?” He said. He backed up to the door all the while smiling at you with admiration. He stepped out and returned in a few minutes with a man in a white doctor coat.

“Ah welcome to the world of the waking miss Y/N.” The doctor said warmly and grabbed a clipboard from the foot of the bed.

“Who?” You finally managed.

The men both looked at you with shocked expressions. The doctor quickly flipped through the papers. “Oh dear.” He finally said.

“Quelle?” The other man asked.

“It appears that the force of which miss Y/N hit her head had the possibility to cause amnesia. It seems it must have.” He said and made some markings on the papers.

“Wait, amnesia?” You were starting to get really confused. The doctor sighed and pulled an empty chair up to the side of your bed.

“A man attempted to rob you. In the struggle it seems you hit you head, rather hard apparently, on a brick wall. It seems that the impact caused you to suffer from amnesia.”

You couldn’t form words. That’s why everything was so confusing.

“Is zis permanent?” The man asked, his accent growing thicker.

“There no way to tell yet.” The doctor said. “However, the quickest route to improvement is to get Y/N back into her routine. We’ll keep you overnight for two more days, alright?” He asked you.

You only nodded, still too numb to respond properly. The doctor left and you were, once again, alone with the Frenchman. He was sitting in a chair near your bed. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. “So uh…” His head snapped up to look at you. “Who are you then?” You asked. The question looked like it broke him.

“Oh of course. I am Marquis De Lafayette but everyone just calls me Lafayette.” He said.

“OK so who are you to me?” I asked.

“Well, I’m your amoir.” He said.

“Dude, English please. I can’t remember your name much less a whole second language.”

“I’m your boyfriend.” He clarified.

“Oh…” You only trailed off. How are you supposed to act around a boyfriend you don’t even remember. There was another knock at the door. A young man poked his head in. He was about to come in when Lafayette went and pushed him back out.

From the window along the wall you could see a few guys. A short man with dark hair pulled back. Another man who’s hair was also restrained, only freckles covered his cheeks. The last man was tall and well built. His head was covered with a stocking hat.

Lafayette was making wild gestures with his hands and all the men had surprised expressions. Lafayette huffed and walked back to your room. “Mon cheri, do you mind if some people come see you? They are very concerned.”

You shrugged. “I’ll have to talk to them eventually. Why not.”

Lafayette opened the door and the men walked in. The awkwardly stood not sure how to act. “We should probably re-introduce ourselves huh? I’m Alexander Hamilton.” The shortest of the group said.

“John Laurens.” The other dark haired man said, raising a hand in a small wave.

“And I’m Hercules Mulligan.” The last man said.

“Laf texted us and told us you were hurt. We didn’t think it was this serious.” A man, Alexander you corrected, said.

“Yeah, this is crazy.” John said.

“Is it permanent?” Hercules asked.

“They don’t know.” You said with a small shrug.

“Ze doctor said Y/N should go back to her normal routine and it should help.” Lafayette added.

“Well that means you gotta put up with us then.” Alexander said. You tilted your head a bit confused. “Uh…you live with us.”

“I do?” They all nodded. “All of you?” Again, nods all around. “What about my parents?” You asked.

“Uh we don’t know.” Laurens admitted.

“You don’t know?”

“You told us you had a falling out and never mentioned them again.” Hercules told you.

“Were they even contacted?” You asked.

Lafayette shook his head. “You didn’t put them down in your medical file.” You couldn’t believe this. You apparently lived with four men, one of which you were dating. “Boys you should probably go so Y/N can sleep.” He told your visitors.

“Ah yeah especially since we don’t know if your allowed visitors or not yet.” Alexander said sheepishly. “Get that noggin of yours rested and working again.” He said.

“We’ll see you again soon alright?” Laurens said.

“You’ll remember us soon and wish you hadn’t.” Hercules joked. You gave them a small, and forced, smile and waved as they left.

“How do I live with you people? Just having them standing in here was choas.” You said.

“Only because you can’t remember them mon cheri.” The Frenchman said.

“Can you not call me that?” You asked and he looked like he’d been slapped. “It’s just, I have a name and that sounds more like a pet name.”

“Uh sure mon, uh, Y/N.” He said it and it was almost as if it was awkward for him to say. You wondered how often he used your real name. This was gonna be a difficult recovery.

Two days later you were in a car with Lafayette. He was driving to your house. Where 3 other men also lived. You still couldn’t quite believe that fact. You had your hand resting on the console between the two seats in the front. Lafayette suddenly reached over and laid his hand over yours. You quickly drew your hand back.

“Oh je suis désolé.” He told you. You assumed that was an apology. “Force of habit.” He brought his hand back to the wheel.

“No Lafayette. I’m sorry, I just…I’m so confused about everything.”

“Y/N you don’t need to apologize.” He said. He had stopped calling you mon cheri for which you were grateful. “Ah and here we are. How you say, home sweet home.” He said after you pulled into a driveway. You looked at the house through the windshield. It was decent house in a suburban area. You unbuckled and climbed out of the car.

“Y/N!” Alexander said while running out to greet you. John and Hercules were right behind him. “Great to see you up and about.” He told you.

“How are you feeling?” John asked.

“Well right now, a little crowded.” You said. The guys got the message and took a step or two back.

“We’re just happy to see you.” Hercules said.

“But you saw me two days ago.” You said.

“Yeah but you were in a hospital bed.” John said while you all walked inside. Once inside you paused inside the living room.

“So uh…what’s my usual routine?” You asked.

“Well it’s Saturday so…usually all of us hang out. Ya know, have a drink and watch movies. Some time have Mario Kart tournaments.” Alexander said.

“Movie would probably be a better bet.” Hercules said.

“Yeah and uh no alcohol.” You said. They all looked at you. “The doctor said I’m not allowed.” You explained.

In the end you had some root beer and watched what the boys claimed was your favorite movie. It was a romantic comedy and you had to admit to was pretty good. Since it wasn’t too late the boys asked if you wanted to try Mario Kart. You gave it a try but only beat Lafayette, who let you win. You know because he beat all the boys. Eventually you guys managed to whittle the day away.

John was the first one to call it a night. “I have to hit the hay or I’ll end up having another drink.” The boys all quickly sent him off after that. You supposed he must be one to drink often.

“I should probably get to bed too.” Hercules said.

“Ah I’ll get some stuff typed up for work and then get some rest.” Alexander said.

“Make sure you actually rest mon amie.” Lafayette told him.

“I’ll try Laf.” He said and walked off.

“I’ll guess it’s time for bed then.” You said with a shrug. “Uh where’s my room?” You asked.

“Ah of course. This way.” He led you down the hall the your room. “Uh here’s your pajamas.” He said, handling you the cloths. It was just sweatpants and a tee shirt.

“Oh OK thanks. Good night.” You told him.

“Quelle?” He asked. You came to learn that was french for ‘what.’

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Uh this is my room too.” He explained.

“There not a spare room or something?” You asked.

“Oh yeah there is. No worries, I shall sleep there tonight.” He said. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and walked out. You changed into pajamas. The tee shirt was much too large and you concluded it must be Lafayette’s. You were too tired to change it, plus is was comfy.

You crawled in bed and tried to sleep but you couldn’t get comfy. After tossing and turning for a few hours you decided to try and find something else to do. You cracked open the door and peeked out. You saw Lafayette walking down the hall back to the spare room. And damn you knew how to pick ‘em. He was wearing no shirt and had great looking abs.

He groggily walked into the guest room. You walked over to the door and peeked in. The 'spare room’ was really a room full of storage with a futon in one corner. “This is your idea of a spare room?” You asked walking in.

He shot up surprised and manage to fall of the side of the bed. You started laughing. He looked up at you from his tangle of blankets on the floor and smiled. “I have missed that sound.” He told you.

You stopped laughing and only smiled while a blush covered your cheeks. “I couldn’t sleep.” You admitted.

“Me either.” He said with a shrug. “Would you like to sit and talk?” He asked gesturing to the open space next to him, as he climbed back onto the futon.

“Sure.” You walked over and plopped down. You buried you legs under the covers to keep warm.

“I hope you weren’t over whelmed today.” He said.

“A bit but this is supposed to help right?” You shrugged. “I just gotta keep at this normal life thing. So what does the rest of the week look like?”

“Oh much of the same tomororw. Usually we go out however. We will probably stay in this time though.” He laid back and was staring at the ceiling. You laid back too and turned so you were facing him. “The weekdays are spent working. Alexander works as a lawyer. Hercules works tailoring and selling custom suits. John Laurens is still studying to be a lawyer. You worked at a bakery a few blocks from here. I called while we were still in the hospital and you’re not supposed to be in for a few days.”

“And you?” You asked.

“Ah, I’m a trainer at the gym. However, I told them I’d be taking some paid time off.” He turned to face you, he had a smile on his face. He quietly mumbled something in French.

“Huh?” You asked.

“Oh nothing.” He answered. You shrugged and yawned loudly. “Rest mon cheri.” You were too tired to correct him. You were drifting off when you heard quietly say “I just saying you were beautiful.”

You slowly opened your eyes. You were so confused, which was normal for you now. You tired to sit up and noticed something holding you down. You looked and at some point at night Lafayette had wrapped his arms around you. Great. Now you had to wake him up and have another awkward conversation.

“Lafayette.” you said quietly. “Laf.” Louder this time and tried to shake him, however you were in a bad position to try and do that. He groaned and started nuzzling your neck. “Lafayette.” You said normal volume and sternly.

That did the trick. One arm lifted from around you as he rubbed his eyes. “Hm?” He said. And realized he still had an arm around you. “Ah je suis désolé! Mon ch-er Y/N I didn’t mean to!”

“Lafayette calm down! I know, it was a mistake. Relax.” He did as you said and let out a breath. You got up and went to change. You paused. “We usually share a bed don’t we?” You asked. He nodded. “So that’s why I couldn’t get comfortable. Look Lafayette, tonight your welcome to stay in the room with me. I’m sure it would be better than the futon.” He just beamed.

You changed into some jeans and a tee shirt, after you found your clothes amongst the dresser drawers. You walked into the kitchen and found all the men. They were all still in their pajamas, which seemed to consist of sweats and tee shirts. “What’s for breakfast?” You asked.

“Well cereal or Laf makes some pretty good eggs and French toast.” Alexander told you.

“I could go for some eggs.” John said.

“Psh you know he only makes them for Y/N.” Alexander told him.

“I can make my own breakfast.” You said quickly. “Besides I just want some cereal.” Eggs did actually sound good buy you didn’t want Lafayette cooking for you.

Luckily the boys talked like normal during breakfast. And the rest of the day, as Lafayette said, was similar to Saturday. Mario Kart races, which you were improving, and movies. Alexander spent some time typing on his laptop and John some time writing a paper, constantly asking Alexander for his opinion.

Jafayette made lunch and you guys ordered pizza for supper. Alexander managed to find ice cream in the freezer and got a bowl for everyone. Hercules decided to watch a scary movie that night. You were sat next to Lafayette and were hiding behind his arm the whole time. At one point he lifted his arm up and around you. You just buried your face in his chest.

Finally the torture was over and the men departed to bed. You didn’t dare let Lafayette leave even after he offered. You were too scared to sleep alone.

“You know, Hercules made us watch that movie shortly after you moved in.” Lafayette was saying. “You came to my room and said you couldn’t sleep. Zat’s how we started sharing a bed.”

You chuckled. “Very sneaky of him playing that movie again.” You said. Lafayette just hummed in agreement.

The next day all the boys were gone when the two of you woke up. Lafayette insisted on cooking breakfast for you. He suggested on walking around town to see if anything triggered your memory.

You guys were walking and talking. Lafayette said something that made you laugh. He was staring again with that doppy smile. “I love you mon cheri.” He said without even realizing it.

“Don’t say that.” You told him.

“What?!”

“Don’t say you love me.”

“But I do mon cheri. Even if you can’t return it I still do.” He said walking closer.

“No. Stop that.” You snapped. “You’re always giving me these love sick smiles. You need to realize I hardly know you now! Got it?!”

“Mon cheri-”

“I told you to stop that!” You interrupted. “This was a bad idea.” You said. And began walking back.

“You don’t know the way back.” Lafayette said.

“I’ll figure it out.” You told him. “I just want to be alone.”

You found your way back and we’re surprised to find that Lafayette wasn’t home yet. You weren’t lying when you said this wasn’t a good idea. Clearly being here wasn’t helping. You needed to go someplace else, where it was quiet and you could think.

You were throwing clothes in a bag when Lafayette walked in. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Oh! Well I’m leaving. I can’t stay here.” You told him.

“Quelle?” He asked. “How can you not stay here?”

“Because it’s not helping Laf. I can’t think or remember anything so I’m leaving.”

“You can’t!” He shouted.

“Oh and why not?!” You challenged. He responded by walking over and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. You were shocked but soon melted into the kiss. You parted to get some air.

“I love you more than anything in the world…which is why you have to stay here mon cheri.”

“What if I never remember anything?” You asked him, tears filling you eyes.

“We fell I love once, I believe we can do it again.” He said hugging you. You really hoped so.

The next few months were rough. Eventually Lafayette had to get back to work. You had gone and talked to your former manager who said you could return when you felt up to it. That hadn’t happened yet. You still couldn’t remember anything. You fell into a routine with the boys though. You heard Alexander tell John that you were acting more like yourself.

You and Lafayette were getting closer to whatever you were before. He had gone back to calling mon cheri and you didn’t mind it to much anymore.

You woke up one morning with a groan. What day was it? More importantly, what time was it? Well Lafayette still had his arms around you so it couldn’t be too late. “Laf.” You said using your elbow to nudge him until he woke up.

“Wha?” You laughed at his morning voice.

“What day is it?” You asked him.

“Mercredi. Quelle?” He mumbled. You shook your head as his sleepy mind didn’t translate it to English.

“Do you know if I have to work? I can’t remember my schedule.” He shot up. He put his hands on either side of your head and leaned over you. He had the biggest smile ever on his face. “What?” You asked. He responded by leaning down and kissing you soundly. You smiled but pushed him away. “Not that I don’t like this wake up call, but I need to know if I have to get to work.”

“Y/N do you really not remember?” He asked.

“Remember what? My schedule? And since when do you use my name?” He’d jokingly called you mon cheri long before you started dating.

“You were hurt mon cheri.” He said. Suddenly it came back to you. The mugging, the hospital, amnesia. “You didn’t remember anything.”

You leaned up and kissed Lafayette who responded happily. He flipped you over so you were laying on top of him. “I remember everything!” You said happily after you broke the kiss.

“I knew you would eventually.” He said while brushing stray hair out of your face.

“Hey Laf. There’s something I haven’t told you in a while and I really want to say.”

“Hm?”

“I love you Marquis De Lafayette.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seem him happier. “I love you too mon cheri, Y/N L/N.” He pulled you back down into another deep kiss.

HI, GUYS!

Welcome to the second edition of Victim Christmas Card Exchange! The Killers are still on hiatus but we can have fun anyway, right? RIGHT! So, here are the rules:

Wanna send a Christmas Card to one of the Tumblr Victims? The idea is very simple: submit or send me an ask/message with your full name and address and I will pair you up randomly with another Victim! The only thing is you must be comfortable giving out your address to this person and me (trust me, I will not give your address to anyone except your Santa!). And please make sure that you’re sending me the correct and complete address!

You don’t have to follow me to join the exchange, the only condition is that you’re a Victim with an active blog.

The card should be Killers’ related but if you have a cool idea for a non-Killers card (while still being festive) – go ahead! Also, if you don’t wanna send the card worldwide, just tell me! I will try to pair you up with somebody within your country.

I also thought it would be great to put a postcard from your country/city into the envelope (no pressure though! It’s just an idea 😊).

You have time ‘till November 19th to send me your address! I want everyone to get their card before Christmas, so try to send your card as soon as possible, especially if you’re shipping worldwide. 

If you have any questions – feel free to shoot me an ask! 

Do your best and have fun ♥

When you are home alone and making a late lunch. You do a little dramatic skit to entertain yourself. Playing the man and woman changing voice and adding flair. 

“You never loved me John~” 

“You’re right Marie, I never loved you, I’m in love with someone else.” 

“Tell me who John!” 

“Frosted Flakes.” 

“Oh!” -fake swoon- “But I love them as well!” 

“We can’t have them both baby, its you or me.”

“Then we shall fight to the death over them!” 

commence sword fighting with kitchen utensils. ~