i tried something different so idk

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Threw around some ideas with @nerdaday and gave our favorite gals some matching bezzie mate sweaters 😖

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RM: Every time we ask Jungkook “are you having any burden recently?” he always replies “Hyung I don’t have any burden, i’m okay” The first time in 4/5 years we got to know Jungkook’s burden it’s because the hyungs who help him, who live together with him were having a hard time, that’s what burdened him the most (…) He said he wished we wouldn’t have to meet any hardships, like that he wouldn’t have any burden too. That time has been deeply imprinted in my memories.

Alternate Bodhi from the first draft of the script was so different, an engineer named Bokan working for Saw, “an Imperial engineer who had been kidnapped and kind of had Stockholm Syndrome.” So my weird AU idea is: what if Bokan was Bodhi’s twin? He went off and worked for the empire too and Bodhi thought he was dead until he finds him at Saw’s hideout. He’s really different than Bodhi, a mechanical genius, but Saw has messed with his mind a lot so he’s really frazzled. He buys into the fact that the resistance isn’t doing enough and tries to get Bodhi to stay with Saw rather than getting information to the Alliance.

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I know i am so late with this , i mean, when i saw the ,,meet the artist ,, on my dash i wasnt really interested in doing it, but some days ago i kinda regreted not doing it so i did it now, rip(better late than never :^). Well, i suppose it isnt a mistake since i did change a lot these past few weeks. Anyway, i hope this helps everyone get an idea of what kind of person or you know, just how i am in general. Love to all of you ^^ <3

anonymous asked:

*slams $500 down then places a small puppy next to it and slides them both to you* Connor having had a really shit morning (mainly because his dad ragged on him for being mentally ill and stuff), goes to school with his s/o who makes him feel a bit better. Then at lunch, his s/o slams the cafeteria door open so loud it makes everyone be quiet, but then Zoe (whose next to them) presses play on music player and s/o sings "Helpless" to Connor in front of everyone & he feels SO HAPPY AND LOVED

adorable! I love it! and I’ll take the pupper. I wrote this in my tiny world that I think Zoe and Connor got along. This has been one of my favorite requests! It was so fun to write!

•He had had one of his shittiest days in a long time. His mother made him and Zoe get a ride with his dad for some “bonding.” Yeah, much bonding.

•The whole ride was basically Connor’s dad pestering him about why he’s so closed off and sad looking and when Connor said he was depressed, Larry got mad and denied it, saying some bullshit like “it’s just a phase.”

•IT’S NOT A FUCKING PHASE LARRY.

•Zoe basically sat silently, trying to shut up her dad a few times but always failing. She was absolutely stunned about what Larry was saying.

•You hadn’t seen Connor that morning and that freaked the hell out of you, you usually meet up at your locker, no exceptions, but you saw Zoe. That freaked you out even more.

•You confronted Zoe as soon as you saw her, and she told you everything, and that’s when the plan aligned.

•You told the teachers it was for a club, one that only you, Alana, and Zoe were in. It was something like, “Helpless Project.” Yeah, lame name but it was an easy excuse for you not to get in trouble. You said it was to get more people interested to be in the club.

•You were so prepared to do your plan . You got a radio from the music teacher and you were already a major Hamilton fan, so the lyrics were no problem.

•THAT’S WHEN YOU GUYS BUSTED INTO THE LUNCH ROOM LIKE THE GANGSTERS YOU GUYS ARE.

•Connor had thought you were mad at him for not seeing you in the morning and decided to show him up. But he was oh, so wrong.

•You know those movies where the boy has sunglasses on and a boom box on his shoulder, that was Zoe. Alana behind her in one of those superman poses. You definitely got the attention of the room.

•Honestly, it was like an action movie, two people coming out of double doors like badasses ready to swing at anyone. They thought you were going to play some pop, or rap music. That’s when Zoe started playing Helpless.

•You spotted Connor in the room, but didn’t walk over to him yet. You wanted to be the dramatic little munchkin you are. You wanted to do the choreography.

•Alana played Angelica while Zoe danced around, you wouldn’t say you were an embarrassing show but rather amusing.

•You and Alana are surprisingly good singers and dancers. You were spinning around tables together to get to Connor.

•Every time something referred to Connor, such as “I am so in to you,” you decide to widely point at Connor, making him more embarrassed.

•Connor had his head in his hands by now. He was smiling and blushing so hard. You have the boy Helpless.

•"Insane, your family brings out a different side of me. Cynthia confides in me. Larry tried to Idk a fight with me. Zoe tried to get him to align with me. No stress. We’ll figure it out.“

•You played both Alexander and Eliza, it was a bit hard, but you think your rapping sufficed.

•Alana and Zoe were definitely great as background singers when needed. They should be in a musical or something.

•You replaced all of Alexander and Eliza’s name mentioning to Connor if it fit, other wise it would refer to Zoe or Alana.

•It was all going good until you jumped up on to the table that Connor was sitting at, he finally looked at you. He looked so happy? You looked down at him singing out “that boy is mine,” while pointing at him, staring at everyone else.

•People might’ve been surprised you were singing to Connor because they thought he was a freak and you are so beautiful, but what they don’t see that Connor is just as beautiful and amazing.

•You sat down in front of Connor, attention still on you, you still singing, “My life is gon’ be fine because he’s in it.” Cheesy enough, you were looking into Connor’s eyes, your hand on his cheek. It made it even better that the other girls were singing “I look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit.”

•Connor honestly could have been happier in that moment. You did all of that only for him? Wow?

•You sure bet you guys kissed after, and you saw bet you guys heard applause when you were done.

•He asked you the reason why you did it and you simply answered “Love makes people do weird things.”

•People stopped you, Alana, and Zoe in the hall about the performance. You gave them the same answer about why you did it.

•Connor felt so lucky to be with you. To be with someone that would go so far to make them happy. To be with someone that makes him feel so helpless. God, you have him so helpless


Edit: okay, so this anon requested it more than once to different writers. So if you want a full, great fic. @cherrywiness has an amazing one.

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Where I felt something die,                                                                         Because I knew that that was the last time.

Let it burn,                                                                                                           Let it burn. 

Pregnancies and nail art

*Alexander x reader
*Modern
*Word count: 1239

Summary: A fluffy fic where the reader is really pregnant and can’t reach her own toes, so Alex paints her toenails for her while he rants to her about his day at work. He’s surprisingly good, he can do these nice little patterns and everything.

A/N: This headcannon is something I saw on instagram earlier today and I immediately felt like I had to write something based on it. It’s not as long as my other fics but I think it turned out kinda cute, but it is unchecked, so you have been warned. (Also this switched from two different povs kinda fast but I was too lazy to change it. Sorry.)

Warnings: extreme fluff, pregnancies, idk maybe a few curse words??

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes


It had been a long day, you were tired, your body ached, your husband was away at work, and you couldn’t even paint your damn toenails.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried, of course. You used to paint your toenails all the time before you had gotten pregnant, you loved switching up the colors based on the season, and you loved adding little designs and patterns.

You felt a pout form on your lips as you once again tried to reach down to reach your feet from where you sat on the couch, the brush making it dangerously close to your toes, but not close enough. Letting out a loud whine, you flopped back onto the comfortable couch, huffing as you put the brush back into the bottle of polish.

“Of course, of course, I had to get pregnant. Because of this damn pregnancy, I can’t paint my own toenails! What the hell?” You ranted, muffling your voice with a pillow as you stayed still, still ranting under your breath and not even realizing that your husband had just walked in through the door with a tired look on his features, but still a soft smile on his lips when he saw you.

“Hello to you too, angel.” Alexander mused, his smile turning into a smirk when you removed the pillow from your face, the pout still gracing your lips. He laughed, he loved it when you would pout, he had always thought it was adorable. “What’s wrong?” He asked, making his way towards you and lifting your legs up so he could sit on the couch and massage your feet.

You stayed silent, crossing your arms as you kept your gaze on that bottle of mauvey pink nail polish. Alexander’s gaze followed yours and he laughed when he realized why you were so upset… You couldn’t paint your toenails. Alexander knew of your love for painting your toenails, and he knew how much of a struggle it had been trying to reach your toes, he also knew that you were far too lazy to get out of your sweats and go to the salon to get them done, so you had to deal with bare toes for the past two months.

“Sweety… You know I could paint your nails for you?” He trailed off, frowning a bit when Y/n burst into laughter, shaking her head softly before she let out a sigh and looked up at her husband with amusement in her eyes. “Baby… We both know you can’t paint nails.” Alex furrowed his brows, frowning. “You can’t say that! You’ve never seen me paint toenails before.”

Y/n rolled her eyes before reaching over to hand Alexander the mauve nail polish. “Alright, hotshot. Get to painting.” He grinned and quickly nodded, taking the small bottle from her hands and opening the tube, taking out the brush as Y/n readied herself for a mess, but she didn’t protest, if he wanted to do it then so be it.

“Okay, so, today at work…” Alex trailed off, peeking up at his wife real quick to make sure she was listening, only to look back down at her feet when he gained the nod of approval. “Jefferson and Madison were in Jefferson’s office talking about how jealous they were of me that I had Washington on my side and they didn’t.” He paused, smirking proudly as he painted your first toe.

“And just as I was about to go in there and rub it in their faces, Burr was also in there. Why would he hang out with those stupid motherfu-” Y/n cut him off with a gasp. “Alexander! Your son can hear you.” Alex rolled his eyes and laughed, before continuing with his story. “Anyways, he started talking and saying how nice it’d be to have Washington on their side.”

He shook his head, but continued painting your nails. “I didn’t want to go in there anymore.” He mumbled, pouting a bit which made Y/n giggle and shake her head.

Alex continued blabbering on and on about his day, how Washington wanted to promote him, how Laurens and Mulligan almost got themselves fired, and more Y/n couldn’t even remember at the moment. It had been silent when Y/n tried to peer over her large belly to see how much of a mess Alexander had made, yet she didn’t recall ever feeling polish on her skin.

“Oh!” Alex exclaimed, jumping up and gently moving Y/n’s feet off of his lap to stand up. “Where do you keep all of your nail stuff?” Y/n furrowed her brows. “Uh… the first cabinet under my sink. Why?” He shook his head, smiling. “No reason.” He muttered, racing down the hall to get to their master bathroom.

He didn’t return for a few moments, which almost made Y/n want to go up and see what mess he had gotten himself into, and right when she was about to force herself up, Alexander came rushing back into the room with her nail art pens and some white nail polish. “Alright, don’t look.” He warned, setting her feet on his lap again as he went back to work, dipping one of the pencil’s into the white polish.

After what felt like forever, Y/n began to whine. “Aleexxx,” she groaned. “Our son is hungry.” Alex sighed, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you and our son.” He teased, winking playfully as he went to get up and grab a small snack for Y/n.

He then came back with a granola bar and some pickles along with an apple juice box. “Thank you, baby.” Y/n smiled, sipping from the juice box as Alexander went back to work.


Eventually, Alex was finally finished. “There!” He smiled, reaching to grab his phone and pull up his camera to show Y/n the finished product. Y/n gasped, looking up at Alexander with wide eyes. “Oh my…” She trailed off, smiling a bit. “You’re actually really good.” She said, looking back down at the picture.

“Ya know, if I weren’t so good at politics, I’d quit and go start a nail salon.”

“Uh… Alex?”

“I’d call it Alexander’s Nail Salon!”

“Alex…”

“All of our friends would get discounts, including you, and we’d be very successful-”

“ALEXANDER!”

That finally cut him off, “what?” You shook your head and looked down at the puddle forming around your feet. “I think my water broke.” Alex looked down, his eyes widening at the sight.

“Oh shit…”

Home - Fred Weasley Imagine

A/N: yaaay! I’m back baby! haha so sorry for the delay but here it is :D

Requests:

  • Anonymous said: Are you planning to do a part two to the A Right To Be Wrong? Maybe something where Fred tells Molly the whole story and she basically takes the reader in as one of her own children? I think that would be awesome! 
  • Anonymous said: Ok, I know requests are closed, but can you have this ask till they are open again? Please your writings are the best ones I’ve ever read, can you do something like the one you’ve write (Draco’s Girl) but with Fred? But a little bit different, idk, my heart, soul and body needs this, you can change what you want, but pleeeeease I need this

so, I tried my best and here it is! kind of a sequel to Right to Be Wrong but can also stand on its own :D a quick thanks to @rachel-lizzie-dare and @gold-moonlight for their help! you guys are amazing! :D 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

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“But what if they hate me?”

“Love, trust me, they wouldn’t hate you” Fred said bringing his girlfriend closer to him and kissing her forehead.

“I’m a Malfoy, Fred” she said worriedly. It had been almost two months since the Malfoy family had disowned (Y/N) for dating Fred Weasley and standing up for herself. She was going to spend the Christmas break at Hogwarts but of course, there was not a chance that her boyfriend was going to let her spend Christmas alone. So she was going to spend it at the famous Burrow. “And even my own family hates me.”

“First of all, you’re nothing like the rest of your family and that’s why they don’t like you” George assured her. “And besides, Ron, Ginny and I already think you’re great so basically you have half of the family covered” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s not true! There are five left” she pointed out. “And Percy already doesn’t like me!”

“Percy doesn’t count” the twins said at the same time. “He’s not even coming home for Christmas. And I’ve already told Bill and Charlie everything about you. I’m sure they’re going to love you” Fred added.

“Yeah, and dad likes pretty much everyone” George assured her. “So that only leaves mum” he said with a smile making the girl even more nervous.

“Great” she said trying to smile.

She knew all about Molly Weasley and she had always wanted to meet her. She sounded like the perfect mother and she knew how much all of her children, and Harry and Hermione, loved her. So it was only natural that she would be terrified to meet the woman.

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Insecure

Pairing: Evan Hansen x reader

Words: 896

Warnings: None? Self hate? Mostly just self hate

Requested by @sxwer: okokok so i have another request! how about one where Evan feels slightly insecure about his body and how he isn’t the most outgoing and the reader is like “no!! let me tell you how wonderful you are !!”

A/N: I don’t often write from a different perspective so I hope this was ok?? It was pretty easy bc i just filled it with self hate, so i just wrote my own thoughts rip ((I’ve had Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill playing since I got home it’s going great hope y’all are having good days too)) (((Also what I mean by “pushed through the two doors” is that my highschool has two different doors you have to open to get into?? Idk if that’s normal but ye two doors)))

Evan stared in the mirror, a frown on his face. Discarded shirts littered the floor around him as he tried to find something he didn’t look terrible in. Letting out a sigh, he tossed another shirt onto the ground.

I hate this. He thought to himself, brows furrowed together in frustration.

Glancing at the clock, he realized he was almost late. Quickly, he threw on a blue polo shirt and ran out the door.

On the way to school he tried to push the negative thoughts out of his mind but they kept swarming around until they were all he could focus on.

When the school was in sight, he took a deep breath, pushing through the two doors. Students crowded around the hallways, bumping into each other and talking loudly.

“Evan!” A voice called out to him. Spinning around, he saw Y/N. She raced towards, him, a smile on her face. It quickly faded when she saw him more clearly. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Nothing.” He responded, a little too quickly.

Y/N frowned, and opened her mouth to speak before the bell rang shrilly through the speakers.

“Oh, I gotta go, Evan. Bye!” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek before he watched her rush down the hall to get to class.

He turned, on his way to his own class.

Can’t you just learn how to talk to people? God, you’re so lame.

He frowned, hunching over slightly as he passed a group of students.

Why is it so hard for you to socialize?

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they filled his mind again.

You can’t even tell your girlfriend your feelings, that’s so-

“Yo, Hansen!” Jared unmistakable voice rang out, snapping him out of thought.

“Hey, Jared.” He smiled, walking next to him as they arrived to their first class together.

The school day went by slowly, as it did every day.

“Hey Evan!” Y/N greeted, a grin spreading across her face.

“Hey.” He responded quietly, waving slightly.

“Are you ok?”

“Fine.” He lied, ignoring the concerned look on her face.

“Let’s just,” she paused for a moment. “Can I come over?”

With a nod, Evan began his journey home with Y/N.

“You’re sure you’re fine?” She questioned once more after a few minutes of silence.

“Positive.”

Do you realize how annoying you’re being? She keeps asking and you keep blowing off her questions. That’s so fucking annoying, Evan-

“I hope you’re ok.” Y/N whispered, glancing up at Evan’s house. “We’re here.”

Y/N opened Evan’s door, surprised to find the floor littered with different shirts.

“Oh!” Evan quickly sprung into action, frantically grabbing clothes from the floor and shoving them into a hamper. “Sorry I just-” He blinked, thinking of a lie. “I just didn’t know what to wear.”

“That’s fine.” Y/N smiled reassuringly, taking a seat on Evan’s bed as he tossed the last of the shirts in the hamper.

“Sorry.” He repeated, breathless from running around his room grabbing clothing.

Time passed quickly as the two of you relaxed, lying silently on Evan’s bed.

“Y’know, if something’s wrong you can tell me.” Y/N’s voice broke the silence.

Evan sighed, “You won’t let up until I tell you, right?”

With a nod, Y/N sat up attentively with Evan sitting up as well.

“I just-” He stopped, thinking. “I just didn’t like what i looked like,, in any of them…” He muttered, nodding towards the hamper filled with clothes.

A second went by before Evan stood up nervously.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I told you that I-”

“Evan!” Y/N cut him off, standing next to him, “You’re wonderful, listen to me.”

They both sat back down. Evan stared at the floor, avoiding Y/N’s gaze.

“You’re the nicest person i’ve ever met. Never forget that, ok?”

Evan laughed lightly in disbelief.

“I mean it. You’re amazing and talented and sweet. And I bet you looked great in every one of those shirts!” She finished, pointing to the clothes.

Evan couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. He risked a glance towards Y/N, who quickly leaned forward and crashed her lips against his. He nearly jumped back in surprise, eyes wide. Quickly, he melted into the kiss, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N ended up spending the night, talking to Evan in a soothing voice for hours, watching the sky grow darker outside his window.

Since all his friends are coupled up and celebrating Halloween as if it was just another Valentine’s day, Stiles, sligtly upsed, slghtly angry, decides he doesn’t need them to have a good time.

He puts on some spooky makeup (he’s very proud of it) and goes to his local bar that’s supposed to serve Halloween cocktails and have a horror film screening. Stiles is absolutely down for just getting drunk and scared, up until he sees the bartender, whose costume adorably matches his. And who is also super hot. And has GLITTER all over him (Cora’s handiwork). 

So let’s guess that in the end, Stiles’ night ends up being similar to his friends’. YAY.

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“Let us begin, Ken Kaneki.”

hopefulmagazinebouquet  asked:

Can you write a fic about Jason finding out he has a daughter? Maybe Jason x Reader? IDK, you can spin that however you want.

Sorry it took some time but I was definitely inspired by the idea that I wrote a lot of pages. So this is the first part of the fanfic hoping you’ll like it. I tried to make something a bit different that what I used to read on the same theme.

The Child of The Red Hood/Jason Todd x Reader (PART 1)

           He had failed. He had failed everything. He had failed Gotham. He had failed his friends. He had failed his family. The Red Hood was a failure. Jason Todd was a failure.

           He looked at his red dusty mask between his hand, staring at his own reflection. He was not the handsome young vigilante he used to be. He had salt and pepper hair now and even some crow’s feet in the corner of his blue eyes. Hell, even his brown leather jacket looked old and damaged. But most of all he had lost all of his mischief and his signature sarcasm.
It made him laugh mirthlessly. How pathetic he was. Time had definitely fucked him up. Or was it rather the alcohol? or his miserable life? or perhaps a bit of everything?

           He put down the mask on the table nearby when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

 “ Todd. Believe it or not I’m glad you are here” Damian Wayne. He had changed too, but in a good way. Lucky him. He was not the little obnoxious brat anymore. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and an undeniable self-confidence, the spitting image of his father. No wonder people believed Batman was immortal. In that costume, Damian could fool anyone. Bruce would have been proud.
“ I still don’t get why I’m here though.”   
“ You know Grayson. He’s never been good at making plans but he wouldn’t have called you with no reason.”
“ And I do have a reason.” A weirdly croaky voice said in the back.

          Jason’s eyes widened when he saw the man he used to envy back in the days he was young and reckless. Dick Grayson. What had happened to him? Condemned to spend his last days in a wheel chair with an amputated leg and the memories of the good old times when he was still able to jump from rooftops. Time had screwed Jason up but the battle had made Dick lose his wings. Nightwing was no more. But he was still fighting and this is why Jason thought he was still better than him.

           And he still had people by his side contrary to him.

           Jason glanced at you. You were accompanying Dick; a beautiful young lady, probably in her early twenties, with long [Y/HC] hair tied in a silk ponytail. You were wearing a black, red and yellow costume with a bird symbol on the chest. The similarity with Nightwing’s costume was striking and that is why Jason immediately assumed you were Flamebird, the girl Dick had taken under his wing few years ago. He had heard a lot of rumours about you. Apparently you were not the kind of girl that tends to do things by half.
You went to stand by Damian while Dick approached a table placed in the middle of the room. The new Batman glanced at you with a smile. A smily Damian? That was new.

           A hologram of Gotham appeared on the table.
“ Luke sent me information concerning the Kanes’ new project. Apparently they released their robotic soldiers in Gotham’s underground to flush us out.”          
“ How could they find us? Drake conceived this hideout so that no one could enter without prior authorisation.”       
“ I guess they somehow found a breach when they tortured Tim to death. They aim to blow us all with a bomb”       
“ So what’s the plan. We leave?”   
“ We could but the explosion will make the underground foundations collapse and Arkham Asylum along with them.” The mention of a potential explosion made Jason shiver. “The bomb is remote controlled from Wayne Tower according to Luke. I need a team to infiltrate the tower and hacked the system to prevent the explosion.”  
“ That doesn’t explain why I’m here.” Jason said a bit annoyed. You glared at him, definitely not happy to have him here. “ That should reassure you. Perhaps you won’t be needed after all.”     
“[Y/N]” Dick sighed. “What? I don’t see why we would need this coward.” 
“ A coward?” Jason was offended. “Listen to me, little girl. I was doing this job way before you were born and I lost so many things, so many people I loved to do it. You can tell me I failed them all but don’t you ever call me a coward again.” You remained still and stern, definitely not affected at all by his words or ready to give him right.
“ Tim died. So did Bruce and Barbara. Dick lost his leg and God knows what happened to Stephanie. But you, you left the fight, you abandoned us. If that’s not being a coward, what is it? You don’t deserve to be among us.”
“ All right that’s enough” Dick yelled. He immediately coughed and started hyperventilated. You ran towards him to give him his Ventolin. “I’m sorry.” Dick patted your shoulder and kissed your forehead tenderly. “It’s okay [Y/N]. Damian can you keep going?” 
“ Sure. I’ll lead the infiltration with Cassandra. I know the place by heart. We should be able to defuse the bomb and handle both Colonel Kane and Kate. [Y/N] and Todd you’ll stay here to repel the enemy and prevent them from setting the bomb.”

You groaned discreetly not liking this plan. “Why can’t I come with you?” You asked disappointed and bit offended not to be part of the biggest part of the mission. Jason raised an eyebrow. Okay you didn’t like him but that didn’t mean you had to be so despicable.
“ I’d rather want you here.” Damian said grabbing you by the hands and staring at you right in the eye. Talking about proximity. “Fine.”            
“ I didn’t say I agreed to do it.” Jason said. You had this defying look that everyone noticed though you decided to remain silent by respect for Dick. He was like the father you never had. He had taken you in when you were still an infant, raised you and taught you everything.
“ Jason, you’re the only one I trust that can do this. If there had been someone else then I would not have bothered you.”  
“ Pretty sure I can handle the A.I robots on my own.” 
“ Oh really little bird. How?” 
“ I can fight. I don’t need some old outlaw with two guns to back me up.” 
“ You mean you’re the one who’s gonna back me up, kiddo”
“ We’ll see that, old man” You said before leaving the room with a defying and satisfied smile.

          When you left, Jason frowned a bit dubious. “Did I just accidentally accepted just to shut that little girl’s mouth?” 
“ I believe you did, Todd.” Damian said. “ But don’t worry [Y/N] often tend to make everyone do that.” And he left with a smile that let Jason a bit sceptical. 
“ I’m glad you’re in and I’m sure [Y/N] is too.”
“ I doubt it. That kid despises me.” 
“ Just give her a chance. She might surprise you.” Jason stayed silent for a short while. Bruce had told him the same thing: Give people a chance. They might surprise you. That’s how he ended up being a member of a family again. 
“ She got spunk. You’ve got to admit it.”
“ Yes it’s even surprising for someone who’s your sidekick.” 
“ She inherited it from her father. The power of the genes.”
“ … doesn’t always do people good.” It made Dick chuckle. “What?” Jason asked. 
“ Doesn’t she remind you of someone?” 

           Yes, you reminded him of someone. You reminded him of him, when he was playing sidekick on rooftops with the big bad bat: same youth, same boldness, same problematic temper.
His beloved wife had told him when she was pregnant that their daughter would be just like that too, that she could feel it in the way she was kicking in the womb. “We’ll have to manage.” He had joked. Though he never got the change to manage, as they were both taken away from him in a tragic explosion.
After that, he just threw the towel and packed up his red hood in a box.
And today, he had it back in his hands and had just agreed to wear it again because of an insolent little brat. What the hell? 

(PART2)

Part 18 - Here to Collect

Pairing: Luke & Y/N 

Words: 1.178

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I turned around and saw Ash at Sabrina’s side, probably trying to delay this encounter.

“Oh, come on Sabrina, aren’t you tired of making a fool out of yourself?” Laurel said, you could hear in her voice the pleasure of mocking her.

Ashton held on to Sabrina trying to stop her… from ruining Laurel’s face, I guess. I would love to see that.

I looked back to Laurel making me realize that I stood in between both of them.

I wonder if that’s what I am, an obstacle among this two. Only an obstacle… between the real fight. Between the one’s he truly cares or used to.

Calum pulled me again by my arm. “Let’s leave.”

I looked at him and nodded my head making my way behind him, again.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Laurel’s hand was placed at Calum’s chest as she peeked over his shoulder, her curios eyes burning into mine. “Hi there.” She smiled devilishly cute at me as her hand slid through Calum’s chest to his arm, pushing him aside. Her other hand smoothly brought my chin forward. “You’re very pretty, aren’t you? You must be the new girl.” She smiled again like she was giving me a complement but anyone could hear the poison in her voice.

My eyes broke her gaze making their way to those blue orbs behind her. I could hear Sabrina chanting profanities at her but I was too lost, in those shapes of blue, to find any kind of sense in them.

He wouldn’t move or speak. He just stared back at me. Was he afraid? Of what? I couldn’t tell what the hell he was thinking, the expression on his face. What was he doing just standing there?

He swore he wouldn’t hurt me, but he did, and I thought, after what he has done, he couldn’t hurt me anymore… but, every time I see him, he’s able to do it over and over again.

I shouldn’t look at him. She will figure it out if she didn’t already. But I want him to see what he has done to me. First, Sabrina and now her. I wanted him to see the promises he made broken into pieces in front of him. I wanted him to see what he putted me through and what he’s still putting me through.

You promised… Are you happy, now?

I could feel Laurel looking behind, between me and him. “Isn’t he ravishing?” My skin came to life at the sound of her voice at my ear.

The vivacity of my skin broke my spell and I pulled my head back so I could look her in the eyes again.

“I’ve seen better.” I whispered at her lips just as deadly spicy.

I saw one of her brows come up as her hand fell from my chin. She, probably, wasn’t expecting feistiness. And with that I made my way to Calum’s side.

“You know what, I think I saw you before.” I just ignored her as I passed Hemmings giving him a hateful look. Coward, was the word that appeared in my mind. “Aren’t you the girl that walked in on us?” She’s trying to provoke me.

I know you normally get what you want, but not from me.

“Did you like what you saw?” Stop. That made me stop. I felt my blood boiling. I just wanted to rip that smile off her face.

Calum looked back at me shaking his head. “That’s what she wants.” I know. What an annoying bitch. I started walking again ignoring her. I hope that pisses you off.

“Shut your fucking mouth, witch!” Sabrina screamed from the other end of the room and I walked out the door.

They are right, this is not my fight. I wouldn’t go as low as that, not for Him. He just stood there and said nothing. He let her touch me with those filthy hands.

People say there’s a thin line between love and hate… I get it now. Just as fast as I fell in love with him is just as fast I’m starting to hate him.

I fucking hate you, Hemmings! I quit. I can’t fight for you if you don’t fight for me.

I don’t think I can’t stand in the same room as him without slapping him right in his face.

I made up my mind. I’m letting you go.

“You okay?” Calum’s voice brought me back from my hateful mind. I guess he’s walking me home now.

“Yes.” I am. Or will be.

“Then why are you crying?” Fuck. I’m crying?

“I hate him…” I breathed out as I wiped out my tears with my hands.

Calum only chuckled and I looked at him with my eyebrows frowned.

“You’re certainly different.” He said amused as he patted my head. “Normally they cry because they love him.”

“Are you actually trying to comfort me?” His amused look faded as his hand from my head.

“No.” He said sternly.

“Good. Cause you’d be failing big time.” A smile creeped up through his face. “Didn’t you used to like, hate me or something?”

“Well, you’ve been growing on me.” I raised my brow with a quizzing look. “You faced Sabrina, took a punch and then made her knees shake and just now you spited on Laurel’s face.”

“I did not spit on her face.” I giggled.

“Well, you know what I mean.” He said and we walked in silence.

“Thank you.” I let out after a while, breaking the quietness.

“For what?” He looked back at me.

“Making me feel good.” I stared straight forward.

“So, I wasn’t failing after all.” He averted his gaze off me and to the road in front of us. I could see, from the corner of my eyes, his mockingly smile so I nudged him with my elbow.

“Ouch!” He held on to his ribs. “See, you still growing on me.”

I let out a chuckle shaking my head.

“You know Y/N, all he wanted to do was protect you.” His voice changed from amused to, maybe, concern?

“You’re kidding me, right?” I looked at him with disbelief.

“No-” I cut him off. How could he defend him right now?

“He just stood there! He said nothing, he did nothing! You were the one pulling me out of there! Not him!” I screamed. I was furious.

“Can’t you see he was trying to protect you?”

“Pff…” I shook my head.

“He didn’t want her to know it was you, that you two had something. If he didn’t react to what she did to you, you’d just be a girl caught in the wrong situation.” He tried to explain.

Does that make sense? I can’t think strait.

“So, if she hit me, he would just pretend nothing happened?” I dared him.

“You know he wouldn’t let her hurt you like that.” He said it like it was obvious.

“That’s the point, I don’t know anymore.” I looked down at my hands. “He’s different with her…” I whispered.

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