are you afraid of friends

when you’re afraid that a mutual/friend is mad at you but you can’t confront and ask bc just bc you think of them as a friend doesn’t mean they think of you as one!! lol!!

It actually kills me when we don’t talk, it kills me when you ignore me, it kills me when you’re busy with your life.
Tell me what you think of me (and what you’d like to tell me).

C major: You’re childlike and I think you’re cute.

C minor: I don’t understand you.

D-flat major: I want to protect you. 

C-sharp minor: I think you’re interesting.

D major: You’re successful in life and I’m jealous.

D minor: You’re always sad and I wish I could help you feel better.

E-flat major: You’re a great leader.

E-flat minor: You’re quirky. 

E major: You’re charming and you brighten my day.

E minor: You like drama. Sometimes, you start it.

F major: You’re always in control and you’re a great friend. I need more people like you in my life.

F minor: You’re tough and resilient and you don’t give up.

F-sharp major: You’re friendly and I wish we could be friends.

F-sharp minor: You seem shy and afraid of people. You can always talk to me.

G major: You’re playful and you’re a great sport when it comes to pranks.

G minor: You’re argumentative, stubborn, and smart.

A-flat major: You’re very kind and the world needs more people like you.

G-sharp minor: You stand out from the crowd.

A major: You chase your dreams and that’s great.

A minor: You rage against the dying of the light.

B-flat major: You’re a nature nerd and that’s adorable.

B-flat minor: You don’t show your feelings easily.

B major: People think you’re lazy, but don’t listen to them. You just work on a different internal clock.

B minor: You’re a pessimist. Look on the bright side of things.

Last Dance

Reader x Kol Mikaelson



Word Count: 1402

In your mind, a birthday should always be an excuse to celebrate and forget your problems, at least for a little awhile. However, it was no time to party and cheer over superfluous things. Once you found out the truth about how very much real supernatural creatures were, nothing in your life remained the same. Hell, sometimes you were even afraid to leave your house. Of course, after you became close friends with a bunch of vampires, witches and werewolves, you felt a lot safer. Especially because your loving and caring boyfriend was no one less than Kol Mikaelson, who was part of the oldest vampire family recorded so far.

You let a goofy smile slip and reached for your phone, wanting to read his last text to you. In the nine months you had been dating, he did not spent one day without calling, texting or doing anything he could to assure you how much he loved you and could not live if you were not alongside him. Of course, since you were turning eighteen, he wanted to make you a surprise. And, even though you hated it, if it would make Kol feel good about himself, then the whole thing was bearable.

“Why aren’t you in the very pretty dress I sent you?” A voice asked, coming from behind you. “We should be leaving right now.”


“Who else could it be?”


The younger Mikaelson shook his head, crossing arms and leant against the wall next to the window of your bedroom. You bit your lower lip, realising that was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. Again, it was pretty obvious the effect he had on you, which put you in a very complicated position, because all you wanted to do was rip his trousers off and get him in your bed. Over and over again.

“Babe… If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be able to leave.”

“Who says I want to? Perhaps you could give me my birthday gift here.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You started to unbutton the pink shirt you were wearing and flashed him a sexy smile, which made him giggle. He approached you and grasped your waist, making a soft moan escape and you get his body even more glued to yours. Kol’s lips brushed your own and his hands tightened the grip on your skin.

“Now, would you mind getting dress for us to go? I promise it’ll be an unforgettable night.”

You sighed.

“Do I have another choice?”

“No, miss Y/L/N.”

“Gosh, it’s so sexy when you call me like that.”

Kol laughed and slapped your ass, winking.

“So, Damon called you?” He questioned, while you got off your skirt.

“Yes, he did. Are you still jealous of him?”

“Me? Jealous? No. Definitely no.”

You walked out of the closet, already in the fine blue dress he gave to you.

“What do you think?”

“I think I am very jealous of you.” Kol said, stroking your cheek and pecking your lips. “Can we go now?”

“We can. Make it fast, though, otherwise I’ll rip this clothes out of you.”

“Take it easy, kitten, we have all night long.”

You giggled and both of you left to his promised surprise.


In a couple of minutes you arrived at the beach, where a majestic boat, which you strongly believed Kol had stolen, was waiting. You were completely stunned by the scene you were staring at. Yes, your boyfriend used to give you incredibly expensive gifts, but that… It was a complete new thing for you. He grabbed your hand and helped you get on it.

“This is…”

“Shush, don’t say anything just yet…”

“I have to.” You embraced him in a clumsy hug. “I love you.”

“I do, too.”

Kol took you inside, where a table, filled with what just had to be great food, was placed. He pulled the chair in order for you to sit and then made his way to the other side, accommodating himself in front of you. A small sigh escaped, while you watched him give you his best smile and serve the wine. Almost like a grown up couple.

“What are you laughing at?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head.

“Nah, it’s nothing.” He raised a brow. “I mean it! I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah, let’s pretend I believe that.”

The Original laughed and snatched your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back. Soon enough your whole body was wired and a silly smile show up on your face, which made you look away, a tiny bit embarrassed by the extension of the effect Kol had on you. It was rather funny how, a few months before you met him, you thought nobody could ever win your heart over. Being in love? It is for the weak. Then he came along and changed everything.

“A penny for your thoughts, love.” Kol whispered and, again, you smirked.

“I’m thinking about us.”

“Oh, I hope it’s our good memories.”

“Considering you have been nothing but a perfect gentleman to me, I don’t think I have any bad memories.”

“If you say so… I won’t disagree.” A smug appeared on his face and you could see the mischief in his eyes. “Let’s dance.”


“Come on! I know you love it.”

Kol stood up, going straight to a small radio that was set in the room’s corner. Shortly, a soft ballad started to play and he offered his hand, a cocky smirk painted on his face. You giggled and took it, feeling him pull you towards his own body. While both of you swayed slowly, the younger Mikaelson hid his face on your neck and nuzzled it. The first reflex you had was to stuck your fingers in his hair and bring your forms together even more.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” His low voice said in your ear.

“What is it, darling?”

“Klaus knows.”

You pursed your lips, not quite understanding what your boyfriend was talking about.


“About us. Running away.”

“How did he find out?”

“I have no idea.” Kol looked at you and his eyes had lost the happy gleam. “Just know, no matter what happens, that I’ll always love you.”

“You can’t possibly be doing this to me, Kol.”

“Do I think I want do it?” He licked his lips. “But Klaus won’t allow me to live my life freely.”

“Then let’s run away now. Without further warning.”

He chuckled, leaving your embrace and just sitting on the floor. You sighed, feeling the warm tears roll down your cheeks, and took place on his lap. Both of you exchanged an intense look, trying to find answers on each other’s eyes. It was useless, though. Nobody could go against Klaus, he would not accept it.

You grasped his shirt and pecked his lips, wanting to make that night last forever.

“I don’t think I’ll make it without you.”

“Love… Promise me you’ll be happy.”

“Without you?”

“I’ll come back to you.”

“Kol, I’m just human. I don’t think I’ll be alive when your brother decide to release you.”

“Become a vampire.”

Your eyes widened to his proposal.

“Right now?”

“Yes! Then Elijah will take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”

“Only if you want to darling.”

“I want be with you, forever.”

Kol smiled and then bit his wrist, making thick blood come out of it. You did not think about it and swooped his arm, attaching your lips to where the red liquid was flowing and felt the metallic taste in your mouth. It was definitely not the wrong choice for you. Even though you were about to be brutally separated from the love of your life, you knew you would be alive to get him back and that made every bad choice worth it.

“I have to kill you now. Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“Like never before.”

“I love you.”

“So do I.”

He pushed your hair aside and sunk his sharp teeth into the delicate skin of your neck. You grasped his hair and, while you felt the life run away from your body, you knew you had made the right choice just by staring deep into his eyes, where you found nothing but a pure and great love. Your true happiness.

~ Boogeyman AU ~

“My classmates said they thought they saw a boogeyman and got seriously afraid. After those stories went around, everyone couldn’t sleep. I asked mom what a boogeyman is and she replied that they are nothing to be scared of, they are like imaginary friends.

Mom was right. You are my friend, and I am not even afraid of you. At all!”

Okay, so I just researched that Brazilians have this one called Homem do saco or The sack/bag man. That carries naughty children away?! Ouo ( Brazilians can correct and educate me more of this please. xD )

when im anxiety:

the small therapist on my right shoulder: you should practice some grounding techniques and opposite action. i know you feel uneasy now but doing the things you’re afraid of, like engaging with friends or leaving the house, will increase your distress tolerance in the long term

forbidden gargoyle on my left shoulder: go back to bed and eat nothing but orange juice and uncooked spaghetti for 5 days straight

Destined To Be

Lucifer x Reader (Supernatural)

A/N: So, this takes place during Season 5, Episode 10: Abandon All Hope.

Fear filled the air like a foul stench. It was not your fear, however, but the fear of your friends.

Castiel had disappeared with barely a word. Hellhounds had begun closing in on you, Sam, Dean, Ellen, and Jo. As far as you could tell, everything was hopeless.

Then why weren’t you afraid?

Why did you slowly walk away from your friends and follow that little voice that had been buzzing in the back of your mind since the moment you arrived in this hellish town?

The answer was simple: Lucifer.

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Growing Up Batty: Part 1

Prompt: I really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

Words: 590

AN: I really like how this came out, and I like the idea of a Damian with a friend who isn’t afraid of him.

You always hang out at your house. You’d think it was weird if maybe, just maybe, Damian weren’t so different himself. Like The fact that he seems to take immense pleasure in processed cookies, or lying on the floor watching mindless T.V. while he critiques everything wrong with the show. You know all of this about the youngest Wayne, and you accept him anyway, because really, who are you to judge. After all, you’re a scholarship kid, from an average middle class family, and it’s not like you fit in there either, everyone has the right to be a bit batty after all.

He had come in on the first day of school, acting like he owned the place, of course he kind of did. His father was the biggest big wig when it comes to Gotham Academy’s patrons. The fact that he also owns Gotham in some ways doesn’t hurt. Everyone tries to befriend him. He brushes them off, as though they won’t someday be valuable contacts.

You watch him from behind a book. You study him for a few minutes before returning to Jane Austen. You’re content to float; no real friends, no real enemies is your motto. You’re only attending this school, because it and a four point oh GPA are your gateway to an Ivy League School. Damian Wayne doesn’t seem to agree with this motto, he seems almost determined to make enemies, as though they can’t touch him.

He proves this theory when a group of kids, who are some of the elitist of the elite, corner him in the hallway. When he refuses their offer to join their little group, because he doesn’t join, he leads, they try and make him join. This ends with black eyes, and a bunch of bruises. You witness the whole thing and can somehow tell that he’s holding back. No charges are pressed, and the issue is never brought to the principal or a teacher. After that, people avoid him.

That’s how you end up partnered with him on everything. It’s fine at first, but eventually the moodiness gets to you. You’ve shared a bathroom with four sisters for your entire life, and as the youngest, you were certain that you could tolerate anything. But, after the thousandth grunt, you lose it. You go off on him in the middle of the library. You draw the attention of every other student there. And Damian Wayne just stares at you, eyes wide.

When you receive no reaction, none what-so-ever, you leave. You gather your books, and storm out of the library and go home to work on your projects, ALONE. The next day when a shadow blocks your reading light, you glance up to see Damian Wayne staring down at you. It’s a bit unusual considering the fact that you’re taller than him, but you’ve seen pictures of his father, you know that won’t last past age fifteen. You’d be willing to bet he begins outgrowing you in another six to eight months.

When he lays down a paper with a detailed analysis for one of your projects, you read it, just to make sure that it is correct. Then you cross your arms and wait. A mumbled apology comes a few minutes later. You accept it and give him the time to meet you after school. Too embarrassed to go back to the library, you take him to your house. The rest, as they say, is history. Over the next school year, Damian Wayne becomes your best friend.

Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 

You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

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