a note on anger

Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 2)
  • What'd I Miss: This guy sounds like a pompous asshole.
  • Cabinet Battle #1: That's that line you like. The shoe fitting one. You've said that too much...
  • Take A Break: Where's the third sister? Did she die? Is she okay?
  • Say No To This: ...damn...just...damn...
  • The Room Where It Happens: I want to feel bad for Burr but he's reminding me of those 'try too hard' kids. Like you.
  • Schuyler Defeated: I knew he was gonna turn into a huge dick.
  • Cabinet Battle #2: He sounds like you did in kindergarten. "He was my friend first!" I think you said that word for word.
  • Washington On Your Side: LANGUAGE!
  • One Last Time: If only he had known what was going to happen to our country...
  • I Know Him: And here comes the other George.
  • The Adams Administration: Spiteful little dude...
  • We Know: Snitches get stitches.
  • Hurricane: This guy's life kinda sucks...
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: No one ruining your life? Don't worry! Ruin your own...apparently.
  • Burn: If only she had actually burned him. Like. Revenge bitch.
  • Blow Us All Away: Oh yeah mini Hamiltons.
  • Stay Alive (Reprise): Does...Does everyone die? (Me: Eventually) Okay there's no need for smart ass comments.
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm now in like...a state of hurt and anger and...how?
  • Election Of 1800: That first note actually scared me...
  • Your Obedient Servant: Hamilton's disrespect? Doesn't Burr call his mom a whore every five songs?
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: I've never been more emotionally hurt by a musical...
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Ah yes. I shall call this Act, "Stab You In The Heart Repeatedly".
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: ...who the fuck is telling Peggy's story?
Lisa Lawrence’s Archetypes and Symbols List

Archetypes and Symbols


1. The Quest – This motif describes the search for someone or some talisman which, when found and brought back, will restore fertility to a wasted land, the desolation of which is mirrored by a leader’s illness and disability.

2. The Task – This refers to a possibly superhuman feat that must be accomplished in order to fulfill the ultimate goal.

3. The Journey – The journey sends the hero in search for some truth of information necessary to restore fertility, justice, and/or harmony to the kingdom. The journey includes the series of trials and tribulations the hero faces along the way. Usually the hero descends into a real or psychological hell and is forced to discover the blackest truths, quite often concerning his faults. Once the hero is at this lowest level, he must accept personal responsibility to return to the world of the living.

4. The Initiation – This situation refers to a moment, usually psychological, in which an individual comes into maturity. He or she gains a new awareness into the nature of circumstances and problems and understands his or her responsibility for trying to resolve the dilemma. Typically, a hero receives a calling, a message or signal that he or she must make sacrifices and become responsible for getting involved in the problem. Often a hero will deny and question the calling and ultimately, in the initiation, will accept responsibility.

5. The Ritual – Not to be confused with the initiation, the ritual refers to an organized ceremony that involves honored members of a given community and an Initiate. This situation officially brings the young man or woman into the realm of the community’s adult world.

6. The Fall – Not to be confused with the awareness in the initiation, this archetype describes a descent in action from a higher to a lower state of being, an experience which might involve defilement, moral imperfection, and/or loss of innocence. This fall is often accompanied by expulsion from a kind of paradise as penalty for disobedience and/or moral transgression.

7. Death and Rebirth – The most common of all situational archetypes, this motif grows out of the parallel between the cycle of nature and the cycle of life. It refers to those situations in which someone or something, concrete and/or metaphysical dies, yet is accompanied by some sign of birth or rebirth.

8. Nature vs. Mechanistic World – Expressed in its simplest form, this refers to situations which suggest that nature is good whereas the forces of technology are bad.

9. Battle Between Good and Evil – These situations pit obvious forces which represent good and evil against one another; typically, good ultimately triumphs over evil despite great odds.

10. The Unhealable Wound – This wound, physical or psychological, cannot be healed fully. This would also indicate a loss of innocence or purity. Often the wounds’ pain drives the sufferer to desperate measures of madness.

11. The Magic Weapon – Sometimes connected with the task, this refers to a skilled individual hero’s ability to use a piece of technology in order to combat evil, continue a journey, or to prove his or her identity as a chosen individual.

12. Father-Son Conflict – Tension often results from separation during childhood or from an external source when the individuals meet as men and where the mentor often has a higher place in the affections of the hero than the natural parent. Sometimes the conflict is resolved in atonement.

13. Innate Wisdom vs. Educated Stupidity – Some characters exhibit wisdom and understanding intuitively as opposed to those supposedly in charge.


1. Light vs. Darkness – Light usually suggests hope, renewal, OR intellectual illumination; darkness implies the unknown, ignorance, or despair.

2. Water vs. Desert – Because water is necessary to life and growth, it commonly appears as a birth or rebirth symbol. Water is used in baptism services, which solemnizes spiritual births. Similarly, the appearance of rain in a work of literature can suggest a character’s spiritual birth.

3. Heaven vs. Hell – Humanity has traditionally associated parts of the universe not accessible to it with the dwelling places of the primordial forces that govern its world. The skies and mountaintops house its gods; the bowels of the earth contain the diabolic forces that inhabit its universe.

4. Haven vs. Wilderness – Places of safety contrast sharply against the dangerous wilderness. Heroes are often sheltered for a time to regain health and resources.

5. Supernatural Intervention – The gods intervene on the side of the hero or sometimes against him.

6. Fire vs. Ice – Fire represents knowledge, light, life, and rebirth while ice like desert represents ignorance, darkness, sterility, and death.

7. Colors

A. Black (darkness) – chaos, mystery, the unknown, before existence, death, the unconscious, evil

B. Red – blood, sacrifice; violent passion, disorder, sunrise, birth, fire, emotion, wounds, death, sentiment, mother, Mars, the note C, anger, excitement, heat, physical stimulation

C. Green – hope, growth, envy, Earth, fertility, sensation, vegetation, death, water, nature, sympathy, adaptability, growth, Jupiter and Venus, the note G, envy

D. White (light) – purity, peace, innocence, goodness, Spirit, morality, creative force, the direction East, spiritual thought

E. Orange – fire, pride, ambition, egoism, Venus, the note D

F. Blue – clear sky, the day, the sea, height, depth, heaven, religious feeling, devotion, innocence, truth, spirituality, Jupiter, the note F, physical soothing and cooling

G. Violet – water, nostalgia, memory, advanced spirituality, Neptune, the note B

H. Gold – Majesty, sun, wealth, corn (life dependency), truth

I. Silver – Moon, wealth

8. Numbers:

A. Three – the Trinity (Father, Son, Holy Ghost); Mind, Body, Spirit, Birth, Life, Death

B. Four – Mankind (four limbs), four elements, four seasons

C. Six – devil, evil

D. Seven – Divinity (3) + Mankind (4) = relationship between man and God, seven deadly sins, seven days of week, seven days to create the world, seven stages of civilization, seven colors of the rainbow, seven gifts of Holy Spirit.

9. Shapes:

A. Oval – woman, passivity

B. Triangle – communication, between heaven and earth, fire, the number 3, trinity, aspiration, movement upward, return to origins, sight, light

C. Square – pluralism, earth, firmness, stability, construction, material solidity, the number four

D. Rectangle – the most rational, most secure

E. Cross – the Tree of life, axis of the world, struggle, martyrdom, orientation in space

F. Circle – Heaven, intellect, thought, sun, the number two, unity, perfection, eternity, oneness, celestial realm, hearing, sound

G. Spiral – the evolution of the universe, orbit, growth, deepening, cosmic motion, relationship between unity and multiplicity, macrocosm, breath, spirit, water

10. Nature:

A. Air – activity, creativity, breath, light, freedom (liberty), movement

B. Ascent – height, transcendence, inward journey, increasing intensity

C. Center – thought, unity, timelessness, spacelessness, paradise, creator, infinity,

D. Descent – unconscious, potentialities of being, animal nature

E. Duality – Yin-Yang, opposites, complements, positive-negative, male-female, life-death

F. Earth – passive, feminine, receptive, solid

G. Fire – the ability to transform, love, life, health, control, sun, God, passion, spiritual energy, regeneration

H. Lake – mystery, depth, unconscious

I. Crescent moon – change, transition

J. Mountain – height, mass, loftiness, center of the world, ambition, goals

K. Valley – depression, low-points, evil, unknown

L. Sun – Hero, son of Heaven, knowledge, the Divine eye, fire, life force, creative-guiding force, brightness, splendor, active awakening, healing, resurrection, ultimate wholeness

M. Water – passive, feminine

N. Rivers/Streams – life force, life cycle

O. Stars – guidance

P. Wind – Holy Spirit, life, messenger

Q. Ice/Snow – coldness, barrenness

R. Clouds/Mist – mystery, sacred

S. Rain – life giver

T. Steam – transformation to the Holy Spirit

U. Cave – feminine

V. Lightning – intuition, inspiration

W. Tree – where we learn, tree of life, tree of knowledge

X. Forest – evil, lost, fear

11. Objects:

A. Feathers – lightness, speed

B. Shadow – our dark side, evil, devil

C. Masks – concealment

D. Boats/Rafts – safe passage

E. Bridge – change, transformation

F. Right hand – rectitude, correctness

G. Left hand – deviousness

H. Feet – stability, freedom

I. Skeleton – mortality

J. Heart – love, emotions

K. Hourglass – the passage of time


1. The Hero – In its simplest form, this character is the one ultimately who may fulfill a necessary task and who will restore fertility, harmony, and/or justice to a community. The hero character is the one who typically experiences an initiation, who goes the community’s ritual (s), et cetera. Often he or she will embody characteristics of YOUNG PERSON FROM THE PROVINCES, INITIATE, INNATE WISDOM, PUPIL, and SON.

2. Young Person from the Provinces – This hero is taken away as an infant or youth and raised by strangers. He or she later returns home as a stranger and able to recognize new problems and new solutions.

3. The Initiates – These are young heroes who, prior to the quest, must endure some training and ritual. They are usually innocent at this stage.

4. Mentors – These individuals serve as teachers or counselors to the initiates. Sometimes they work as role models and often serve as father or mother figure. They teach by example the skills necessary to survive the journey and quest.

5. Hunting Group of Companions – These loyal companions are willing to face any number of perils in order to be together.

6. Loyal Retainers – These individuals are like the noble sidekicks to the hero. Their duty is to protect the hero. Often the retainer reflects the hero’s nobility.

7. Friendly Beast –These animals assist the hero and reflect that nature is on the hero’s side.

8. The Devil Figure – This character represents evil incarnate. He or she may offer worldly goods, fame, or knowledge to the protagonist in exchange for possession of the soul or integrity. This figure’s main aim is to oppose the hero in his or her quest.

9. The Evil Figure with the Ultimately Good Heart – This redeemable devil figure (or servant to the devil figure) is saved by the hero’s nobility or good heart.

10. The Scapegoat – An animal or more usually a human whose death, often in a public ceremony, excuses some taint or sin that has been visited upon the community. This death often makes theme more powerful force to the hero.

11. The Outcast – This figure is banished from a community for some crime (real or imagined). The outcast is usually destined to become a wanderer.

12. The Earth Mother – This character is symbolic of fulfillment, abundance, and fertility; offers spiritual and emotional nourishment to those who she contacts; often depicted in earth colors, with large breasts and hips.

13. The Temptress – Characterized by sensuous beauty, she is one whose physical attraction may bring about the hero’s downfall.

14. The Platonic Ideal – This source of inspiration often is a physical and spiritual ideal for whom the hero has an intellectual rather than physical attraction.

15. The Unfaithful Wife – This woman, married to a man she sees as dull or distant, is attracted to a more virile or interesting man.

16. The Damsel in Distress – This vulnerable woman must be rescued by the hero. She also may be used as a trap, by an evil figure, to ensnare the hero.

17. The Star-Crossed Lovers – These two characters are engaged in a love affair that is fated to end in tragedy for one or both due to the disapproval of society, friends, family, or the gods.

18. The Creature of Nightmare – This monster, physical or abstract, is summoned from the deepest, darkest parts of the human psyche to threaten the lives of the hero/heroine. Often it is a perversion or desecration of the human body.


The following list of patterns comes from the book How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster who teaches at the University of Michigan. If you are serious about literary analysis, then it is highly recommended that you buy this book. It goes into detail what is just briefly mentioned and is written in such a lively, witty voice that it does not read like a textbook at all! It will be well worth your time and effort to read it.

Ø  Trips tend to become quests to discover self.

Ø  Meals together tend to be acts of communion/community or isolation.

Ø  Ghosts, vampires, monsters, and nasty people and sometimes simply the antagonists are not about supernatural brew-ha-ha; they tend to depict some sort of exploitation.

Ø  There’s only one story. Look for allusions and archetypes.

Ø  Weather matters.

Ø  Violence and be both literal and figurative.

Ø  Symbols can be objects, images, events, and actions.

Ø  Sometimes a story is meant to change us, the readers, and through us change society.

Ø  Keep an eye out for Christ-figures.

Ø  Flying tends to represent freedom. What do you think falling represents?

Ø  Getting dunked or just sprinkled in something wet tends to be a baptism.

Ø  Geography tends to be a metaphor for the psyche.

Ø  Seasons tend to be traditional symbols.

Ø  Disabilities, Scars, and Deformities show character and theme.

Ø  Heart disease tends to represent problems with character and society.

Ø  So do illness and disease.

Ø  Read with your imagination.

Ø  Irony trumps everything!

Ø  Remember the difference between public and private symbols.

MLA Citation (7th Edition)

Lawrence, Lisa. “Archetypes and Symbols.” West Morris Central High School. West Morris Regional High School District, n.d. Web. 23 Jan. 2013. <http://central.wmrhsd.org/FACULTY…/Archetypesandsymbols.pdf>.


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members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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Find You (Part 1)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them. 

Word Count: 1,673

Warnings: Talk of a car accident. Coma.

A/N: This fic has been in my documents, outlined, for the past year and a half. I hope you all enjoy it. It’s one of my favorite plot-lines EVER.

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The white-washed walls are the only barriers to muffle the woman’s sobs. She folds herself over the body of a young woman, barely in her early twenties and already battling to keep herself alive. The only sign of life in her is the ventilator, pumping artificial breath into her lungs, and the stable beeping of the heart monitor. The doctors hold hope in that she’ll wake up, there seems to be no brain damage, nothing seems to be halting her from waking up. Yet she does not. And the wails continue day in and day out.

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↳ Anger or quiet rage that makes Klaus extra

13 Reasons Why: Let’s talk about Alex Standall

Do we only see what we want to see?

While we were all grieving Hannah Baker,  consumed with secretly hating everyone she blamed, we didn’t notice Alex and his kind soul. Warning spoilers below!!

Let’s be honest, the whole time we watched, we judged everyone in Hannah’s life, for not noticing the things that were changing about her, and how each of those things brought her closer to her death. Unlike Hannah’s people, we noticed the little things she’d say that—from our point of view—made it hella obvious she was suicidal.

I worried more for Tyler, the creepy photography kid. Everyone treated him like trash, constantly told to “disappear” and “go away”. Yet, in the end I found myself incredibly surprised Alex Standall tried to kill himself. After we hear the Principal tell Mr. Porter, Alex had shot himself— I found myself wondering, WTF did I miss?

The writers of 13 Reasons Why were incredibly clever in slipping his suicide in. It serves as a reminder that, it is NOT simple to determine if someone will commit suicide. More so, if they’ve never attempted to, leaving us with no reason to watch them so closely.

WTF did I miss?

If you go over 13 Reasons Why a second time— after knowing Alex shoots himself— you’ll see details you disregarded before, as anyone would. Take for example the small discussion Alex and Troy (from his band club) have. Alex is asked if hes alright by a girl in his band club. He responds Yes, and hesitantly says he’s overslept (a symptom of depression, btw). Less than a minute later he speaks about song choice with Troy:

Alex: If they want a spirit raiser how about “Gloomy Sunday”?

Troy: Are you serious? That song’s totally depressing.

Alex: Or it’s beautiful, if you have taste.

Troy: Or if you’re suicidal.

Alex then walks off. He takes a breath and runs his hands over his hair. We dismiss his reaction as one pertaining to Hannah’s own suicide, but in a second take, he might have already begun pondering his own.

Prior to this even, his clothing goes from colorful, to dark t-shirts. He repeatedly arrives late, and has been seeing a doctor regularly, as seen in episode 2 when the school office clerk makes a remark ( “another doctor’s note?”). He goes on to a physical altercation, and having bouts of anger as he rips “Suicide is not the answer” type posters from the school walls.

In episode 12, while Hannah’s reasons gather around to discuss why they must protect their secret and what their futures will lose, Alex says “I’ve got no plans, I’m good to tell the truth.”

He’s later seen at home, putting finishing touches on his newly clean and organized room.

All of his actions point to depression and suicidal ideation. Total plot twist and eye opener for those of us, *cough* me *cough* , who think they can pick up on suicidal cues.

*crosses finger for second season*

I know, the show did end rather nicely, but I’m attached to these characters now! There could be a whole separate story line for Alex Standall. We can assume he died, but what if he didn’t. I’m sure others will be affected by his act. I just want more okay?!

I wonder, what did you think of it all? Were you not surprised he shot himself? I’d love to hear about it!

i look in the mirror, bags under my eyes, my hair up in a messy bun. heavy sadness in my eyes. baggy clothes. i just don’t care what i look like, i don’t care about anything

“you need to eat, you’re loosing weight like crazy.” yeah except i’m not hungry at all. i feel sick all the time. so i just keep drinking my powerade.

my eyes are bloodshot from crying for hours. my mom lays there with me and let’s me cry and tries to comfort me. the headaches always there.

i try to talk to new guys but nobody makes me feel anything. all i see is him when i close my eyes. i can’t escape him.

i go into my room and open the box with the note he wrote. “i’ll always love you.” i’m filled with anger as i throw things against the wall in a rage. just being in this room feels like the ghost of him is still here. how can someone love you so much, then they just don’t anymore?

i just want to sleep but i can never stay asleep. i wake up at 230 everyday and can never go back to bed. i’m so tired. my mind and body. is this what it feels like to die? because that’s what this feels like. it’s so much effort to make it through the damn day.


waiting for time to go by because that’s what heals you right? so i wait and i wait. then i realize i have been staring at the wall for 20 minutes. how did i not notice?

“come out with us it will be fun!” i don’t want to go, i have to make myself. i don’t even know what fun is anymore. but i try, i plaster on the fake fun. because nobody wants to see the sad girl who can’t get over the guy who left her suddenly. so i pretend. but i feel like i’m suffocating the whole time. it’s exhausting to pretend.

when people talk about love, they never mention this part. it amazes me how one single person can destroy you and strip away everything that you are. i think of the girl i used to be. i want so badly to get back there. i worry that i’ll never be her again. and deep down i know that i won’t be. i know that i’ll survive, i’ve seen it in many others. it just nearly kills you in the process.

—  Chapters from my life
Triplicity (M)

Originally posted by etherealkt

=> Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Words: 11,191

a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Voice thick with irritation, spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which hadn’t been very much to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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First, I had no idea that the back of Seth’s Kingslayer shirt says “burn it down” but like woah is that a perfect tag line for Seth vs Triple H. it has such a connotation of just reckless destruction at any cost…

and now for some screaming about seth and dean…



(aka: ‘oh god are you here to fight me?’)


(what a nervous trying-to-be-Good-but-not-sure-how-to-actually-do-that thing for him to do. aw sethhh)

And as soon as Seth is starting to feel like he maybe understands what’s going on and is trying to get ready for the situation, Dean zags on him and starts to have a friendly side convo about his Journalistic Ambitions.

(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE ANXIOUS/*FOCUSED* WAY SETH LOOKS AT DEAN???????? and then he hears the actual words dean is saying and his reaction is just that “hmmmmmm” answer you give people when you don’t want to disagree with them but you also don’t want to lie?)

AND THIS. Seth’s UTTER WILLINGNESS TO GET DRAGGED ALONG WHEREVER DEAN’S BRAIN WANTS TO TAKE THIS CONVERSATION??? Seth is confused but still completely willing to dive into this discussion. Idk how to explain it. One of my favorite things about one of my best friends is the way i can come at her with a question out of nowhere with no explanation or backstory and instead of being like ‘where did that come from that’s not what we were talking about’ or anything like that she’ll just jump in. I think it shows how long Seth and Dean have been friends, and how used to Dean Seth really is.

For a moment they kind of fall back into their old pattern of Seth being the informed voice of reason (the wyatts wear SHEEP MASKS not camel or llama masks what are you talking about??)

Like with all Dean Ambrose things I can’t tell if this diversion from his main goal of interviewing Seth was him feeling friendly and at ease with Seth, or him making sure Seth feels off-balance

Dean referring to himself in the third person is silly but also seems like a deliberate choice to separate himself from a situation that he’s got to have a lot of feelings about. Seth is the only one Dean really interviews this episode. Because Seth is the only one Dean has real questions for. Framing it inside of this device makes it easier for him.

I think this question might also have a double meaning. Not just “do you think you can beat me” but “now that you’re a Reformed Man, will you still give me your all? will you fight me as hard as you can?”

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Potiental Plots for a 13 Reasons Why Season 2

1) how to treat someone who SURVIVED a suicide attempt
2) Alex recovering both physically and emotionally
3) alex/Hannah flashback comparisons
4) clay and Skye friendship/relationship
5) Tyler actually being the one who shot Alex
6) Tyler’s school shooting plans
7) Tyler going through with shooting
8) Tyler’s parents finding out his plans and turning him in OR Not
9) Hannah’s Parents Case.
10) Bryce trying to buy his way out of it
11) Sheri’s punishment
12) Clay telling his mom.
13) Alex’s funeral
14) runaway Justin
15) killer Justin
16) more from Justin’s past
17) possibility suicidal Justin
19) Zach helping Alex as best as he can
20) zach writing Hannah complements and leaving them at her grave.
21) Jessica getting help
22) Skye getting help
23) Hannahs memorial issue of Lost And Found happening anyway
24) Courtney learning to love herself for who she is
25) Markus getting punched
26) Bryce’s other victims
27) Tony with his family
28) Tony teaching Clay about cars
29) Mr. Porter learning who to not suck.
30) mr. Porter getting fired.
31) principle getting fired.
32) Hannahs Parents moving to a new place and still imagining Hannah being there.
33) Mrs. Baker being some sort of suicide prevention specialist.
34) guilt over Alex
35) anger at Alex
36) Alex’s note or lack thereof
37) Tyler and Justin holding guns on each other.
38) Jessica and Alex
39) Ryan’s poetry
40) alex in a coma
41) Courtney losing friends
42) Courtney becoming less perfect
44) Graduation
45) student organized service for Hannah

Please feel free to add to this

Today Is Dying

For the prompt: okay but what i need now is a fic where bellamy finds out what clarke did. lol
Like… imagine that abby didn’t destroy the radiation chamber and clarke actually goes in. imagine bellamy hooks up with that girl and someone barges into his room to tell him what happened back at the lab and yeah. 

Title inspired by Softness, no. 8 by Albert Alexander Bukoski

Huge thank you to @bellamylovedlincoln for beta’ing. You’re the best!


Bellamy had never been shy about his sexual exploits, per se. Though he hated to admit it, there were many days that his lunch breaks on the Ark were spent boasting about his most recent conquest to his buddies on the guard, back when he was young and stupid and just wanted a few minutes to be a jackass teenager. And even when they’d first landed on the ground, he knew that more than one of the rumors that had circulated around the camp had centered around his ability to handle more than one woman at a time. No matter how much this world had aged him, at the end of the day, he was still just a 23-year-old guy who, like most of them, really fucking loved sex. Sue him.

But that didn’t mean he was particularly thrilled by Harper barging in on him naked and high and pressed up against some girl he barely knew.

“Bellam—oh, god, sorry,” she sputtered, her arm darting up to block the view of the bed. He grappled for the sheets, pulling them over Bree and himself. When he saw that her head had turned, he reached for the boxers that lay crumpled on the floor next to the bed.

“What the fuck, Harper?”

“Look, sorry, but it’s an emergency,” she said, eyes firmly fixed on the wall ahead of her.

The tea he’d downed at the bar was still in his system, as evidenced by the way the room spun when he reached for his shirt a few feet away and struggled to pull it over his head.

“So much of an emergency that you couldn’t knock?”

“It’s Clarke.”

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Everyone Always Leaves

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s partner on and off the field, the love of his life, resigns from the BAU. She leaves him and all he gets is a note. Fast forward sim months. Maybe not everything is as it seems. 

Requested By: I cannot remember. I just saw the request in my Google Doc half finished. 

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Feyre’s audition for the Inner Circle

*panel of judges: rhysand, morrigan, cassian, azriel and amren*

rhysand: come on in!

feyre: *opens door, walks to the center of the room, mumbling slightly*

rhysand: what was that? 


rhysand: okaay, we’ve got some anger. I’ll be sure to make a note of that

feyre: on what? there is literally NO paper anywhere near you

rhysand: a mental note, obviously. We’re gonna ask you some questions that will help us determine your value to the Inner Circle

feyre: is that what you call it? the inner circle? wow

rhysand: so far, you aren’t doing so well… anyways, lets begin… mor?

mor: do you like dresses? and makeup and jewels?

feyre: sure

mor: i’ll take it

rhysand: cass?

cassian: give me a ride and it’s a yes

feyre: fuck off

cassian: good answer

rhysand: *snickers* azriel?

azriel: this is some bullshit there’s a war coming 

feyre: agreed

rhysand: amren?

amren: yeah, whatever, she looks cool

rhysand: good, good… i’m sorry, but its a no from me

@unidentified-manatee as requested! honestly I love making these anything to distract me from acowar ugh…

Midnight Masquerade - Part 9

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Genre: Vampire!AU | Fluff | Angst

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)

Word count: 2293

Warnings: Brief mentions of kidnapping

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 Pt 10

(A/N: So, I finally finished it! Ah, I’m quite happy with this part, I took the advice someone gave me and tried to quicken the pace of the story, so there’s more drama in this part ^_^ Feedback is always always appreciated!)

You stood in front of your small house, having finally returned home from uni, your mind frantic with thoughts and unanswered questions. Unanswered questions that you were hoping to get answers to. You exhaled, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door, stepping in cautiously, looking down the empty hallway. The house was eerily quiet, and you were immediately set on high alert; your home was never this silent, you were always greeted by the sound of the television murmuring in the background, or your mother greeting you from some room in the house. If not that, you were at least greeted by your cat, Yuna, pattering towards you as soon as you opened the door.

And yet, there was nothing. A chill spread through your spine, as you carefully set your bag down on the floor, your eyes narrowing as your senses heightened, and your blood ran cold. You could hear everything, and every little sound set you off; the whirring of the boiler, the low humming of the fridge, even the sound of your own breathing. You had been so ready to sit your mother down, ask her all the questions that had been driving you crazy the whole journey home. She might have tried to evade your question, the guilty glint in her eyes as her eyes darted around, looking anywhere but you. But you would have eventually got it out of her, you thought. You would’ve finally got some answers. But she wasn’t here. And something told you she hadn’t simply popped out to the shop.

You roamed into the living room - still half expecting to see your mother sitting on the couch, smile on her face as she saw you standing there -  and yet the room was empty, her usual spot cold and bare. Glancing around the place, you noticed there was no sign of struggle, everything was in its normal position. It was at that moment you spotted the note stuck on the table, the handwriting slightly rushed and hard to make out. Squinting, you just about managed to read it, it was an address jotted down in someone else’s handwriting, and that was it. No explanation. No clue of what had happened.  Nothing. You felt anger quickly boiling up, and unknowingly your eyes began to pool with murky red, your pupils narrowing, your hands balling up into fists.

Something was very, very wrong. And it had angered you to new heights. You ripped the note off the table, shoving it into your pocket, before grabbing your bag and sprinting out the door. You were going to find your mother, and whoever did this was not going to be let off easily, not on your watch.


Yoongi returned home, his backpack slung over his shoulder as he waited for someone to let him in. He stood by the door, earphones in as always, shut off from the world around him, and he sighed, tapping his foot impatiently.

The door finally swung open, and the maid stood meekly in the doorway, bowing politely. Yoongi simply nodded, pulling out his earphones and wandering in, and yet his mind was not nearly as calm. The scene from earlier that day played over and over again in his head, as he tried to decipher what had happened. Who were you exactly? And how did he know you? And what on earth was Nurse Sumi talking about? He had mentally noted to find his father as soon as he returned home; he had to find out what had happened. He doubted his mother knew anything, somehow he knew his father was behind a lot of this.

He walked through the large hall, recalling how it had once been swarming with elegantly dressed people, eager to impress one another, eager to feast. And yet he had spent the majority of the night in his room, expecting to remain there without interruption - just another night. And yet you had come along. You with your enticing scent, your strange manner, your confusion. Half-breed. That was what Nurse Sumi had said. He had heard of the concept of half-breeds before - they were rare and hard to conceive. But possible. Once born, the child would tend to be more towards one side than the other; either more human or more vampire. That was all he knew of the matter though; he had never known someone of the type before. Or, so he once thought.

He stopped by his father’s study, pushing the door open before knocking, as was his father’s required etiquette. But Yoongi didn’t care about etiquette at this moment in time. He cared about answers. Answers he knew his father would have. Answers that his father would have to give him, whether he liked it or not.

His father sat at his large desk, his face stoic as ever as he murmured some words down the phone. On sight of Yoongi standing there nonchalantly, leaning on the doorway, he frowned, ending the call and looking up at his son expectantly.

“Why are you here? You know not to enter without knocking.” He asked, his voice booming and authoritative, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Nurse Sumi told me.” Yoongi simply said, watching his father’s face carefully for any change in expression. There seemed to be a very brief sign of surprise evident in his father’s face, before becoming expressionless once again.

“So I heard. Your point being?” He responded, seemingly growing bored by the situation, as he flicked through the large pile of paperwork sitting on his desk, scribbling down something on paper. “I’m clearly busy right now, it is not the time to be disturbing me.”

Yoongi sighed, glaring back at his father, quickly becoming annoyed at his dismissive manner. “The point is, I want an explanation. What did she mean by I was betrothed to this girl? This girl that I barely know? Unless I knew her at one point? I need answers.”

His father looked up at Yoongi, this time his attention was fully focused on his son, and he gestured to the seat in front of the desk.

“Sit,” he ordered, setting his paperwork to the side and crossing his arms on the desk.

Yoongi followed, cautiously taking a seat, his gaze focusing back on his father, as he waited to finally gain some answers for the questions that had been buzzing through his mind ever since that fateful night.

“When you were a child, you had a… childhood friend, should we say. She was the daughter of an influential vampire around these parts, a close friend of mine. But her mother was human. It worked out for a while - her family living next door to us, and her father and I made an agreement. We decided to get the two of you betrothed, destined to be married someday.”

Yoongi could do nothing but stare at his father, attempting to absorb this information. He leaned forward in his seat, eager to hear the remainder of the story. And yet, he could hear the faint sound of what seemed like struggling, muffled screaming, coming from another room. He opted to ignore it, assuming his mind was playing tricks on him.

“And everything was going as planned, the two of you were as close as ever… until her mother ruined things.” Yoongi’s father continued, sighing as he recalled. “She… didn’t agree with it, and so she took the girl - who we think is (Y/N) - away, and somehow erased her memories of her childhood. And so, all these years I’ve been trying to find her again, trying to fulfil your destinies, trying to let fate take its path. Nurse Sumi told me everything you told her, and that you… bit the girl, am I correct?”

Yoongi nodded, looking away awkwardly as he thought back to that night. “But, what does that have to do with anything? How is that going to affect her?”

His father rubbed his head in slight frustration, before saying, “That bite may have not only caused the vampire side of her to emerge, but also reestablished the… connection between the two of you. Have you noticed yourself feeling… strange or attached to her?” He inquired, still staring at Yoongi expectantly.

“Well… yeah. It’s weird, it’s like I feel protective of her? It pains me when she’s in pain, and I feel this weird feeling when I’m too far away from her.” Yoongi carefully responded, pushing his fringe out of his eyes once again, before studying his father’s expression, his expression which seemed to say this was bound to happen. “Why did you keep this from me? After all these years, you decide to tell me this now? After this happened?” He bombarded his father with questions, his gaze becoming fiercer by the second.

“It’s just as I thought. It seems that fate has returned to its original path…” His father murmured, slowly becoming absorbed in his own thoughts, leaving Yoongi throwing his arms up in exasperation, leaning back in his seat, attempting to stop the frustration bubbling up in his chest. He had gained some answers, and yet he was left with more questions, only serving to frustrate him even further.

As he sat there, slumped in his chair, he heard the sound again. Scratching, banging, muffled screaming. His senses immediately perked up, his body becoming more hostile. His eyes scanned the room cautiously, a familiar scent filling his nose.

“… is there a human in here?” Yoongi glared at him, slowly standing up, his hands slamming down onto the table. He thought back to his words, her mother was human. Fate has returned to its original path. “What the hell did you do?” His voice grew louder by the second, his irises quickly becoming crimson, his pupils narrowing.

His father stood up in anger, glaring down at his son with an equally hostile expression, his eyes also shining a brilliant red colour, his posture authoritative. “Don’t talk to me like that. This is none of your business.” His voice boomed through the large room, the pitch dropping down an octave, a growl coming through in his voice.

At that exact moment, the door burst open, to reveal you standing there, a fire in your eyes that no-one had never been seen before. Your eyes were blazing a fierce golden colour, your pupils slitted, fangs protruding from your gums as you glared at the two men standing there, your fists balled up so tight that your knuckles were turning white. Yoongi and his father stopped arguing, instead staring back at you, surprise and shock evident on both their faces, along with an element of fear. Fear at what you had become. Yoongi squinted at you, trying to decipher the situation. Golden? He had never seen a vampire with golden eyes before, but then again he had supposedly never seen a half-breed before. The whole situation was new territory for him, and it left his mind in a blur.

“I’m going to ask this once, and you had better answer. Where. Is. My. Mother?” You gritted your teeth, your voice coming out in a low growl, as you were blinded by frustration and anger, your mind set on finding your mother, and bringing her back home where she would be safe. Your mother was all you had when it came to family, and while you bickered and argued with her at times, you would never let anyone hurt your mother in any way. You weren’t going to let anyone hurt your mother. And if they had even grazed her… they weren’t going to leave unscathed.

“So you came. Just as I was expecting,” Yoongi’s father said smugly, the chair spinning as he stood up, gesturing to a door leading off the side of the room. “Follow me.”

Yoongi couldn’t find the words to speak; he could merely stare from his father to you, and back again. What had he done? What had happened to you? He felt strangely frustrated on your behalf - he felt your anger, he felt your pain. He didn’t like seeing you so furious, he wanted nothing but to hold you, to calm you down. He watched you narrow your eyes at his father, reluctantly following him through the side door, your posture remaining constantly hostile, your eyes not once faltering or returning to their original colour. He had no choice but to follow you in, and he grimaced at the sight he was met with.

Your mother was tied tightly to a chair, a cloth wrapped around her mouth to the back of her head, stopping her from crying out or screaming. A man was standing beside her, a hint of shame in his expression. Yoongi felt as if he recognised the man from somewhere, maybe he was associated with his father in some way. He didn’t seem like one of his father’s workers, this man seemed much higher up, possibly almost at the level of his father himself. Yoongi noticed how your mother’s eyes widened at the sight of both you and his father entering the room, and she began to struggle again, the chair rocking back and forth from the impact.

You stood there, shaking with pure anger at the sight, your eyes only becoming even brighter by the second, if that was even possible. You were about to demand your mother be let free, you would have even grabbed Yoongi’s father by the throat, but you spotted the man standing by her. A sense of recognition spread through you - you knew this man. The man stared back at you, his expression equally confused and curious all at once… when it hit you.

“Dad?” You exclaimed, at the same time the man asked, “(Y/N)?”

anonymous asked:

Could you do 'things you said when I was crying' for wolfstar?

This thing is a fluff monster.

Sirius could feel it building in his chest. He could feel it burning in his eyes. The awful, suffocated feeling of unshed tears lodged in the back of his throat, making it harder and harder to breathe with every step towards the dormitories he took. He had been taking the stairs two at a time, only his heart was pounding too painfully for that now. You can’t run and hold your breath at the same time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to break down. He knew how to show emotion. He knew he couldn’t stop emotion. He rode a motorcycle but that didn’t mean he wasn’t powerless under the threat of tears. He just wanted to be alone when it happened. He had to be alone when it happened—whenever it happened. It wasn’t that he didn’t want people to see…

Only it was.

The second he had read the letter from home at breakfast he had felt it. The painful clenching of his heart trying to stay at a steady pace through the waves of hurt crashing over him. He can’t even remember what excuse he’d made to the boys. He can remember Remus’ worried eyes. But none of that matters now. His head is swimming and he falls through the door to their dormitory, tugging at his tie, trying to get some air. His still unmade bed doesn’t look as inviting as it should. He doesn’t want to lay down. He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to be alone, but he does…

Sirius slams a hand against a bedpost, cursing. He doesn’t know what he wants, but it certainly isn’t this. The first tears escape and he rests his forehead against the cool wood, breathing through his nose.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the large palms suddenly pressing under his sweater to his hips, warming his clammy skin. He curses internally this time, but he’s too far gone to contain the sobs and the fact that someone, Remus, his Remus, is there wanting to help him only makes him cry harder.

“Hey…” Remus says softly, trying to turn him around. Sirius resists at first but he finally allows himself to face Remus, bringing his hand cup to cover his eyes. He wants the help but he can’t stand needing it. He doesn’t know how to accept it—why should he if he was never offered it before?

Remus’ hands are too quick and he catches Sirius’ hand in his, bringing the fingers to his lips briefly before pressing both of his warm palms to Sirius’ cheeks, one sliding to thumb along his jaw, and the other pushing the hair out of his eyes, getting stray strands to unstick from his wet cheeks. Sirius is trying to breath, and the touch makes it easier and harder at the same time. It calms him, but it makes an entirely different emotion swell up in his chest. It makes him want to cry too.

“Pads, look at me.”

Sirius blinks heavily up at Remus, only then realizing that his fist was tightly wrapped in Remus’ school sweater, no doubt wrinkling it. Remus’ soft strokes on his cheek brought his eyes right back to his.

Remus looks at him steadily, eyebrows pulled together in an emotion that Sirius has to look twice at to read. It’s concern, but it’s also something like confusion. But the look is so gentle and goddamn caring that Sirius wants to just fall into it and never come out.

Remus pushes his hair back again where it had started to fall back, thumb wiping his cheek, “I never see you like this, you know.”

Sirius let out a shuttering breath, briefly closing his eyes, his voice coming out thick, “I know.”

Remus’ thumb catches a fresh tear, his other hand sliding from Sirius’ hair back to his hip, pulling Sirius against his chest, “Is that the point?”

Sirius couldn’t help it, he let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, suddenly feeling too tired to stand, “I..”

Remus’ hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, fingers messing with the soft hair there, “You don’t want me to see you like this?”

His questions weren’t accusing, simply an attempt to fully understand, an attempt to help. Sirius gripped Remus tighter as he answered, “I don’t- I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“Pads…” Remus’ voice was soft, and he pulled back enough so they were facing each other again, arms looped loosely around each other, “I- I understand others but…” He shook his head, urgency adding to his expression, “But this is me. I- I want to help. God, I’m yours, I’m all yours you just have to let me. You just…” He sighed, thumb brushing over Sirius’ bottom lip, studying his face before continuing, “I’m just trying to say I’m here.”

Sirius felt frozen to the spot, gaze locked on this boy in front of him. On willing, loving, kind Remus who, despite having been through so much, was standing there waiting for any little sign, any little word from Sirius, to help. I’m yours he had said. Sirius almost didn’t know what to do with the phrase.

“I-“ Sirius swallowed, eyes flitting over Remus’ features, “I’ve never had that before, I’ve… I’ve never had- anyone…”

I’ve never had anyone say that he had meant to say, but he supposed the former was true as well.

Remus shushed him softly, “I know. I know you didn’t and I,” A note of anger built in his voice, “hate your family for that I fucking…” He broke off, pressing his lips together before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Sirius’ lips, “I’m just saying I’m here now. You’re okay.”

And maybe the words weren’t yet true, but with Remus there, with Remus saying them, Sirius felt for the first time that they might be. One day.

Hickies | Enoch O’Connor one shot

Requested?: Yes.

Request?: “ I just saw your last post Could I have an imagine where the reader and Enoch go down to breakfast one morning covered in love bites and Claire think that they are bruises from fighting and starts asking questions and the older kids at the table are trying to hold in their laughter while Miss Peregrine is trying to hold in her anger Thanks xx”

Notes: I This was uncomfortable to write because I’m precious and this is wayyyy out the realm of my traditional shit. It’s probably horrible, sORRY. 


“Y/N, are you okay?” Claire asked innocently as I sat down at the large table, the other kids took their places, ready for the start of the day.

“What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. 

Miss Peregrine looked up at Claire as she said “The bruises on your neck.”, Enoch’s eyes widened from his spot at the end of the table. The other children looked up, Millard barely kept in a laugh.

“Yeah, where did they come from?” Emma teased, I could feel Miss Peregrine staring.

“Is Enoch hurting you?!?!” Claire asked, suddenly worried.

“No sweetie, it’s not like that!” I I quickly tried to defend myself, Claire frowned

“Then where did they come from?” She asked, the little girl cocking her head to the side

I looked around, my eyes darting to the knowing looks coming from the older children.

“Please enlighten me as well.” Miss Peregrine said, crossing her arms and looking in my direction, attempting to hold in her anger. 

I blushed “Uhh,”

Hugh spoke up in defense “A few of my bumblebee’s started acting up and stung her.” He explained to the little girl, the expression on her face softening. “Oh, are the bee’s okay?” She asked

Enoch let out a sigh of relief.

“Is that so? Well, Y/N, I’d like to see you after breakfast to check out your ‘stings’.” She said, clearly not buying it. “You too, Enoch.”


this is really shit, and I am really sorry. 

roseyhxnt  asked:

Hello! I love your work and I was wondering if I can request a Sherlock X Reader with the prompt 64 and 68? 💝 thank you so much!! ❤️

No, thank YOU- for liking what I do!

This btw is the playlist I almost always listen to while writing, it’s unbelievably relaxing and very poetic.

Prompts here X

You angrily sipped your prosecco and looked around the room.

Everyone seemed to be so happy around each other, celebrating the wedding of one of your cousins.

The only one not really able to enjoy this event seemed to be you.

You’d left London after having a fight with your kind-of boyfriend Sherlock, who had rejected to come to Italy with you for this wedding.

So you were just sitting there, internally complaining about how bad the prosecco and how damn uncomfortable your dress was.

You had bought it thinking of Sherlock, and thinking of how for once, you wanted him to see or say that you’re beautiful.

For the first time in ages you actually did feel beautiful, in a long, blue satin dress that perfectly hugged your curves and matched your eyes.

At least you had stolen Sherlock’s credit card to buy it, well deservedly.

Some time later you were still sitting at your table, the only difference being that now, you had some of the wedding cake and some good whiskey.

You were just watching the newly wed couple dancing as someone sat down next to you.

It was the groom’s best man, you’d already seen him a few times before this wedding.

He looked good in his tux, the bow tie matching the flower decorations.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

You turned your head to smile at him.

“Hi. Shouldn’t you be dancing with my cousin’s maid of honour?”

He chuckled and looked at Paola, your cousin’s best friend.

“I think I’d really like to dance with her, but-”

He grinned.

“I don’t speak a single word of Italian.”

You snorted out a laugh.

“Your best friend lives in Italy, has just married a half Italian woman, and you still don’t speak the language?”

The both of you laughed.

“Let me get the same desperate-wedding-emotions menu as you, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You watched him standing up and walking over to the bar to get some whiskey and additionally, a huge piece of cake.

“Why didn’t you just ask for the whole cake?”

You smirked at him before he could even sit down again.

Arthur faked a very startled expression.

“I could never do that!”

He gingerly placed his glass of whiskey and his cake on the table and took his seat next to you yet again.

You clicked glasses with each other and both took a big gulp of whiskey.

“So… this question probably is very inappropriate, regarding your mood, but… didn’t you have a boyfriend? That detective guy?”

You lifted an eyebrow and took another sip of whiskey.


You let the ‘p’ plop from your lips.

“The very nuclear bomb of boyfriends. He refused to come here with me, please don’t ask me why. I’m better off without a cocky man child insulting relatives here anyway.”

Arthur softly nudged your shoulder.

“Sorry to hear that.”

You shrugged it off, trying to hide the impact Sherlock’s actions had actually made on you.

“Ah, never mind. I’m already used to him behaving like that. It’s just how he is. But deep down he’s a good guy, putting up with his bullshit is worth it most of the time. Once he’s let down his guards… god, he’s wonderful.”

After realising what you’d just said, you put your head in your hands and groaned in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to hear that. You should be dancing with the maid of honour and hooking up with her right now, just how the tradition is.”

He closed his eyes and laughed quietly.

“You surely are, something, (Y/N).”

You almost frowned.

This just had sounded nothing like the usually so sassy and flirty Arthur.

Still, you managed a light smile.

“Thanks. I guess.”

“No problem. You just look like you could use some compliments right now and making them isn’t really hard to be honest. This dress suits you amazing.”

Now, you had to actually laugh, playfully punching his upper arm.

“Careful, you’re gonna make me blush.”

“Which, of course, would be a catastrophe. Wanna dance?”

The first song you danced to had been Come on Eyleen, after which you were completely out of breath. 

How convenient that the DJ chose to play a slow song now.

Can’t help falling in love with you.

Already the first notes made you feel all sappy, your anger over Sherlock seemed to have been replaced by sheer sadness.

You didn’t want this to be the end.

Arthur already wanted to place a hand on your waist as a very familiar voice behind you made shivers run down your spine.

“This is my favourite human. Don’t touch.”

You widened your eyes and turned around.

There he was, your idiotic, oblivious boyfriend, looking way too beautiful in the tux you’d bought for him.

The groom’s best man whispered a quick ‘good luck’ in your ear and discretely disappeared in the crowd of dancing people.

You wanted to scream at him, throw the words at his head, make him regret his words, but for some reason you couldn’t open your mouth.

So you were just standing there kind of awkwardly, giving the detective your best I’m-gonna-kill-you-gaze.

“Would you do me the honour of dancing with me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

You almost choked on your own saliva.


Sherlock frowned.

“You. Me. Dance. That’t what people normally do on weddings, right?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head.

“You’re impossible, Sherlock.”

He smiled softly and actually looked kind of regretful.

“I know. I should’ve come with you from the start. Because without you, I’m a mess. Every time I’m not close to you I just feel so lost, and it took me a while to realise that this feeling wasn’t going to fade. If lying to myself any longer equals losing you, I don’t want to do it. So what do you think- you and I against the rest of the world once more?”

You blinked the tears away and lifted your head a bit.

“I think it’s time you start calling me babe.”


You bit you lower lip and snaked your arms around the detective’s neck.

“Just kidding. That was my way of saying yes.”

He chuckled and looked at you in awe for a moment before connecting his lips to yours.

“You look very beautiful, by the way.”, Sherlock whispered after breaking away.

You literally felt your eyes lighting up.

You looked up to him and smirked happily.

“I know.” 

Originally posted by signoftjlc