i would write some pathetic thing about how much i love you but i think everyone already knows that

The Reader and the Writer (Part 2)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Part one here

Anon requests: can you please do a part two of “The reader and the writer”? i’m shook, lost and now stressed over who she really is

The Reader and the Writer is amazingggg! Are u gonna do a part 2?? I wanna read more!!

could you do a part 2 of the reader and the writer, i’m obsessed!!!

Is there going to be a part 2 for The Reader and the Writer? Can there be a part 2? I loved it by the way :)

PART TWO OF THE READER AND THE WRITER PLEASE OMFG

Omigod, I love your Reader and Writer imagine soooooo much, are you going to write a part two??

OK PLEASE WRITE A PART TWO TO THE READER AND THE WRITER IS WAS SO GOOD!

Wtf?!? The reader and the writer is honestly amazing! I love it 😍 2pt maybe? I wanna know what happens with the reader and Jason

I love love love the reader and the writer, if you aren’t too busy could you please update it with a second part soon? I can’t bear to be left for days without knowing what Jughead found 😂 thanks x

Will there be a part 2 of “the reader and the writer”? Its really good! I hope you will write more of it!

I love this new jughead imagine ! Are you writing a part 2 ?

OH MY GOD PART 2 ASAP

I really love your writing! I’m very excited about part 2 for the Reader and the writer

part 2 of “The Reader and the Writer” ?? it’s greattt 😭

please do a part 2 of the reader and the writer!@@@ I need more!

Can you please do part two or the reader and writer?!?! It is so good!!

The reader and the writer was amazing and i got too attached. Part 2 please if you don’t mind.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A confrontation ensues between the reader and the writer

Warnings: none

Word count: 887

A/N: I’m glad you guys liked the first part so much! Enjoy part 2!


(Y/N) didn’t return to Pop’s.  Every night, Jughead sat in his normal booth typing on his computer, but his eyes constantly flicked up towards the entrance.  His friends noticed his shift in attitude.

“Jug,” Archie sat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.”

“Out of what?” Jughead asked monotonously, rolling his eyes.  “I’m fine, Archie.”

“I know you like to sit here and brood all mysteriously,” Veronica interjected, “but this is sad. Just call (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” he scoffed.  “This isn’t about (Y/N).”  When the entire table sent him disbelieving looks, he sighed and looked out the window.  “I already called her.”

“How many times?” Kevin asked with a smirk.  Jughead sighed again, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“Every night.” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all shared a knowing glance.  “I know what you guys are thinking and no, it’s not like that.  I’m not some pathetically smitten person, okay?”

“Okay, Jughead,” Betty said, but rolled her eyes.  “If you insist.”


To say (Y/N) felt guilty would be an understatement.  From the moment she stomped out of that diner, regret gnawed at her inside out. Without the consistency of her nightly stops in Pop’s, she didn’t know what to do with herself.  She spent every night after school in her room sulking. Every night, her phone rang, lighting up with Jughead’s name.  She was tempted to answer it every night, her finger hovering over the answer button, but then she turned away and ignored his call.  (Y/N) missed Pop’s: she missed the delicious foods, the quiet yet comforting atmosphere, and the person who sat across from her in their usual booth.  


One day, Jughead sat with an uneaten burger in front of him, laptop closed.  Today had been an especially slow day, both in Jughead’s mind and Pop’s.  Suddenly, a jingle of the bell signaled that someone new entered the diner.  Jughead sat up a bit to see who it was.  When he identified the new customer, he perked up immediately.  Grabbing a book, he shot up and walked over to the table where she had just sat down.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, slamming down the book in front of her, “is an author from the 18th century.  She wrote four novels, all of them published under an alias at first.  It was not until two hundred years later that the true author was discovered.  She has been dead for over two hundred years, and she is most certainly not you.”  (Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What, I can’t have the same name as someone else?” she fired back, but there was a waver in her voice. Jughead glared as he sat down across from her.

“You see, I would think that, too,” Jughead responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I searched for you online, and I couldn’t find anything on you.  Not one thing.”

“I like to keep my life private.  I don’t publish stuff about me online.”

“Yeah, but there’s something about everyone on the world wide web if you look hard enough,” Jughead explained, his voice accusingly sharp.  “Now I have two theories: one, you’re a very experienced hacker, and you’ve gone and wiped all information regarding you off the internet; or two, you’re hiding something, and you’re using a dead unpopular author’s name to keep your real identity a secret.  Personally, I’m choosing the latter, considering how well-read you are.”  (Y/N) stared at Jughead with sad, wide eyes.  “When were you going to tell me?”

“I wasn’t,” she whispered. Jughead clenched his jaw and shook his head.  

“Whatever,” he mumbled, standing up.  He began to walk away when (Y/N) shot up from her seat.

“I was born in Riverdale,” she called out to him.  Jughead stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.

“What?”

“I was born in Riverdale,” she repeated slower.  Jughead neared the table and sat down across from (Y/N).

“So what?”

“So I-,” she started, “I can’t- I can’t just tell you everything.”  Jughead rolled his eyes and began to push his chair out when (Y/N) placed her hand on his, her eyes silently begging him to stay.  “If you care, you’ll trust me.”

“What makes you think I care?” Jughead demanded, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t move his hands out from under hers.

“Because you called?” she offered, causing Jughead to sit up a little straighter.  “You called me every night, Jug.”

“I was worried,” he muttered, looking away.  (Y/N) smiled, patted his hand, and stood up.

“Keep writing, Jughead. See you around.”  Spinning on her heel, (Y/N) grabbed her copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray and exited the diner.  Jughead’s eyes followed her figure out until the door closed behind her.  Then he pulled out his laptop and started to furiously type.

And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm.  The writer becomes the reader, the reader becomes the read.  I found myself hooked on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix.  New girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.”

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confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 3.

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 3564

A/n: Oooh, the drama in this chapter, hohohoho

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Originally posted by kairamelo

It’s 6pm and you’re still sitting in the kitchen. Ever since you woke up you’ve been running around the house with a broom and a map, listening to your mother-in-law’s instructions on where to clean next. You’re exhausted by now, but you can’t really disappoint a woman when the family dinners mean everything to her.

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Not Alone

Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don’t Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2.299

Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm

A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!! 

I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that

ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY


“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall

“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.

“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.

“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say…”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands. 

“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair. 

Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”

His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.

“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.

“We’ll see about that”, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.


Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.

From: (Y/N)♕ ♥

hey

babe

baaaaaabe

babyyyyyyy  [delivered: 11:21am]

hobi

hoseok

jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]

He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.

“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.

“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.

“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.

“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.

“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you. 

“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung. 

Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

what’s up baby? :)

Read: 11:28am

Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.

From: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning

i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself…..

you dont have to if you dont have time though!!

His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i’ll be there in 10

As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door. 

“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.

“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving. 

He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side. 


Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.

Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.

Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper. 

Jackpot. That should be it.  

Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.

Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.

She’s never shown me any of her drawings… 

“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text. 

Texts with dates.

Smeared texts with dates.

Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts. 

“I wasn’t good enough…. they laughed at me again…. I can’t handle this any longer”

“What the…”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.

“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know…. everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”  

Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?

His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.

He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.


“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.

Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.

“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.

“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.

“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.

“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on. 

Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly. 

“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.

He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”

You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”

“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.

“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.

“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.

“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.

As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.

“I love you Jung Hoseok”

“I love you more (Y/L/N) (Y/N)”

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Shadowhunters is Finally Getting Good: A Writer’s Perspective

This is going to get long, so basically this is where I’m going:

1. Shadowhunters is still finding itself, similar to how Buffy the Vampire Slayer kinda sucked until it grabbed onto its “Monsters as Life Metaphors” structure halfway through Season 2.

2. Because The Mortal Instruments series is such a catastrophic narrative failure, Shadowhunters doesn’t have compelling plot points to string their own original story between, the way True Blood was able to do with their own sub-par source material.

3. The strong character writing is just starting to free the show from the restrictions of its source material.

Where We Are Now

-The company that owns the rights to The Mortal Instruments is using Shadowhunters to return on a damaged investment. They bought the rights to a popular book series, and made a movie that bombed so hard that when the numbers came in, they stopped production on the sequel within weeks. They lost a shit ton of money on what should have been a good investment, and were unwilling to throw too much good money after bad, which is why there wasn’t much investment in the first season. The first season’s low budget affects more than the special effects. It plays into who they can hire, how long they have to rehearse, how long they have to shoot, every element of production.

-The source material is shit, and it’s an albatross around the show’s neck. The movie sucked so hard because it was a pretty faithful adaption of the books, which are torturously long, and full of one note characters who only exist to spout faux-clever dialogue, or facilitate CC’s incest fantasies. They are driven by entirely by plot, not character, which makes for flat fiction.

-The first season had to be, to an extent, experimental. They had to figure out the right mix between what they had to keep to engage book fans, and what they had to add to make it possible for it to be a TV show, because the book doesn’t have enough material to be a couple seasons of TV.

-The first season worked to clear the very low bar of of being less racist, tokenist, slut-shaming, girl-hating, bi-phobic, and all around disgusting than the books.
They succeeded.
Yay.

-Successfully moving past the tragedy of the movie into an expanded episode order and expanded budget mean that season two is essentially a brand new show.

- That season is trying to fight its way free of what it had to be in the first season, and the failure of the movie, and the ball and chain of the books.

The Problems

1. The Show Has Turned Every Pointless, Cardboard Dialogue Spouter from the Books into a Compelling, Nuanced Character, and Now There Are Too Many

The book characters have interesting things on their character sheets, but never become interesting. The show has recomposited characters out of the character elements used in the books, and created complex, compelling, nuanced characters, who have ties and relationships to eachother, who are impacted by the world around them, and who make decisions and affect the world around them and eachother, instead of just waiting around for Clary to discover her special rune magic, or for Magnus to portal them somewhere.

Unfortunately, a bunch of cardboard cutouts creating obstacles to, and eventually enabling brother-sister fucking don’t suck up too much plot time, but 11 suddenly worth-while characters (Clary, Simon, Alec, Isabelle, Jace, Maryse, Jocelyn, Luke, Raphael, Maia, Magnus) plus a few new additions we are invested in to some degree (Lydia, Aldertree, Iris), and a few random additions that don’t seem to do much but create more dialogue and scoot plots along (Valentine, Meliorn, Raj, Max, Dot, Gretel, Suspiciously Important Girl With Glasses) all end up battling for screen time, to the detriment of each other.

For every charming interaction between Maia and Simon, we don’t get to see Luke dealing with Jocelyn’s death. When we get a glimpse into the tenderness of Magnus and Raphael’s relationship, there’s less time to see Magnus and Alec learn where they cross and divide. When we see that Alec and Maryse still love each other, even if the have so much shit left to work through , that takes potential minutes away from someone trying to talk to Jace about being abducted and tortured. There is so much potential, and it’s not possible to turn all of it into plot when there are only 45 minutes a week to work with.

1A. Except Valentine, Who is A Spectacularly Shitty Villain

Valentine is one long HHHHHHHZZZZZZMMMMMMMHHHHHhhzzzzmmmmhhhh on an evil kazoo.

A good villain is the hero of their own story, but they have to be more than that. A good villain has to taunt you with the possibility that they could be the hero of your story. They have to want something in a way that you can understand the wanting, even if what they want isn’t something you would want.

Kylo Ren is a good villain. He wants to be a super powerful Jedi and big deal leader in the Empire and the movie shows you that he wants that because he’s actually a pathetic little snot streak, drowning in his inability to live up to the standards of toxic masculinity around him, while wearing a silly helmet. The desire makes sense.

Spider-Man Villains are good villains. They are typically super smart scientists trying to solve a problem, but their science gives them some sort of mutation that casts them out of the society they were trying to improve.

Magneto is a great villain. A holocaust survivor who believes he sees the writing on the wall and won’t let history repeat itself.  

(Quick fact about Oncethrown: I went to go see the Johnny Depp version of Sweeny Todd in theaters in college and didn’t realize he was the villain until the very last scene. (The last last scene. Even after he throws Mrs. Lovett in the oven) Because he was unfairly jailed by a man who wanted him gone so that he could rape Sweeny todd’s wife to be raped into insanity and leave her out on the street to rot, and I was totally onboard with the quest for vengeance up until the moment the blood started pouring out if his neck.)

Valentine is just generically evil. He was born into the most powerful class in his world, was annoyed that his society wouldn’t let him become even more powerful, and now is experimenting on a class he already could kill with little to no repercussions, and working to eradicate them… because he can?

He doesn’t love or care about anyone either. There’s nothing to hold onto about Valentine. He’s just an opposing force. He could be a block of wood with angry eyebrows and the effect on the plot would be about the same.

1B. Except Aldertree, Who We Were Promised Would Be And Interesting Villain is Just A Random Force For Bad.

Aldertree came in to bring the erratic New York Institute back under Clave control. And he started out doing that. He threw the downworlders out of the Institute, he left Jace to rot in jail because he wouldn’t swear total fealty to the Clave, he nearly let Alec die because he threatened very important Shadowhunter traditions by refusing to marry a suitable woman in order to date a man, and a downworlder.

The yin-fen plot line originally was in this same functional but boring vein, until the last episode (spoilers) where he was clearly trying to get Izzy to trade sex for drugs (end spoilers). Generic Rapist Evil not interesting either. All he ended up doing was giving Alec a “Reclaiming the Institute Plotline” which would have been a really, really good piece in that whole “Effects of Institutionalizing Discrimination” theme… if any time had been devoted to it at all this season. Like… Alec originally ceded his authority to Lydia. The way he came for Aldertree just wasn’t given the building blocks to be satisfying.

2. The Books Didn’t Have Layers, and the Show is Trying to Graft an Interesting Theme Onto the Book’s Pocked and Diseased Foundation

The books are just an excuse for incest. The show is attempting to develop a narrative about institutionalized discrimination and oppression, and how characters are influenced by the way that affects their societies, upbringings, relationships and lives.

There is a really underdeveloped attempt at this in the books which more or less boils down to “Shadowhunters are mean to downworlders, and it’s not totally fair, but they are still the heroes, because they are all described as sexually attractive.”

The show is running into a lot of complications as they try to smoosh this theme onto the source material they have to work with.

-The main plot of “Evil McEvil is a Racist Who Wants To Start A Genocide Because Of Evil and Overt Racism”is sucking up all the air in the room for more compelling and important elements of the show,  such as every idea presented in Maia and Simon’s conversation about how Shadowhunters pretend that everyone is on the same team, but don’t understand what the daily existence of downworlders is really like in a world that Shadowhunters essentially rule.

Or Alec’s struggle to be both a Shadowhunter and a gay man falling in love with a downworlder.

Or Isabelle and Lydia’s season one speaking out about Law vs. Justice in the Shadowhunter world.

Or Clary’s 10 minute plot about not being trained well enough to be a real shadowhunter, but knowing too much to ever be a mundane again

The adherence to the main plot of book one and two is one of the things turning Clary into a mess of a white savior who doesn’t learn from her mistakes. She’s the entry point character, she’s bringing us into this world, and she’s the hero of the story. So… she’s white and straight with magic powers, trying to solve racism and homophobia in a story where the whole society she enters into is built around it, and has been for centuries.

3. The Clusterfuck of Potential We Are Working Out Of Now

So 2.08 and 2.09 I think prove that we are watching a show that is just about to get there. Both of these episodes had insular plots solved within the confines of the episode while also having consequences in the season stretching story.

Good characters are interacting with each other in interesting ways. (Except Lydia. Where is Lydia? I love her and I want her back) There are some growing pain failures (everything Izzy has said and done all season), some serious fuck ups (the lack of consent before the lack of malec sex scene) and a lot of unfortunate leaning on shitty and easy tropes (Izzy and Raphael fall into a drug fueled affair, Alec pushes Magnus into sex in a 3 minute side plot, Valentine exists and we have to watch him) But they are setting up more and more really solid pieces with places to go and I’m excited to see it happen.

4. The Things They Need to Fix (this is mostly rambling)

-Give fewer characters better plots per episode instead of trying to give everyone a couple minutes of screen time.

-Give characters goal and personality and development driven season arcs that create plots instead of having them constantly reacting to plot elements that are not character driven (purely from a writing standpoint, this is the biggest flaw with Isabelle’s plot line. The addiction drives her plot, not her personality, and Aldertree doesn’t have a character based reason to give her the drug to being with. “Just because I’m an asshole” isn’t really good enough. That’s why Alec is the best part of season 1. Everything he says and does is driven by a couple easily defined elements of his character.)

-If you are going to sell the diversity aspect of your show, be aware of the full context of the plot lines you are assigning your actors. It’s not great that there are 4 latinx actors, and the two of them with accents are in a drug dealing/addiction/sex for drugs plot line. It’s great that your only canon couple is a gay interracial couple. It’s great that they got a really sweet build up, and they have great communication scenes and they are really building a strong relationship. It’s not great that they do not touch while a lot of totally gratuitous sex is happening around them.

-Figure out who you really need, and jettison the dead weight.
-Why is Raj still on this show? All he does is say nasty shit about women. He’s disgusting, he’s boring, and he’s pointless. Literally every single time he’s on screen he could be replaced by someone we care about and it would tighten the episode.
-We ditched Robert because as far as the impact on the main characters goes, he’s a redundancy on Maryse’s storyline, and she has all the good elements.
-Aldertree is pointless. Maryse could have had Aldertree’s “WE ARE REALLY FUCKING GOING WITH WHAT THE CLAVE SAYS” storyline and it would have been a lot more interesting with the rest of the plot.Lydia could have had that plot too. “You fucked up at the wedding, reign in this nonsense or we are shipping you our to wrangle island”

UNBELIEVABLE : PART ONE

RACE X READER

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REQUEST(S):  “Any Race imagine but if it could be funny that would be amazing because I love Race and I’m in the mood for funny. Thank you for doing this!”

“If you wrote race x reader I would love you forever”

SUMMARY: Y/N is breaking one of the most important and enforced newsie rules. And, worse than that, she’s got a crush on her way too attractive selling partner that simply won’t go away.

A/N: okay so apparently i’m incapable of writing short imagines because this’ll have a part two coming soon. there’s not too much race x reader in this one because it’s more of a buildup, but next part will have more of that. i tried my best to make it funny, i guess? and by that i mean i just let the narrator (reader) go with barely any filter on their thoughts so, enjoy!

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When it came to being a newsie, there were rules in place that really should be followed. I had never been one to really favor breaking the rules without necessary, so I followed as many as possible:

1. Pay for your papes
2. Do whatever it takes to sell them
3. Don’t steal anybody’s anything
4. Do not come back with papes left unless you want to be eating them for dinner

There are some rules, however, that just have to be broken. Such as lucky rule number five:

5. No girls allowed

This rule in particular was bullshit in my opinion, and really it was there for no reason. Why would The World deny having more papers sold just because a girl was selling them? Honestly, it’s like these guys know nothing. But, you know, it wasn’t too much of a setback. It just meant getting up earlier than all the other boys to make sure all my hair stayed tucked in my cap, wrap up my chest a little bit (since boys aren’t exactly supposed to have breasts) - oh, and no talking. Ever.

Me attempting to imitate a boy’s voice was just too pathetic, and this way I would never slip up. Sure, it takes a lot of restraint to not scream at some of the boys sometimes, but it pays for the food. Plus, the minute the boys found out I was “mute” they rejoiced - according to them I was a gold mine. All I needed was a selling partner, and we’d make easy money.

Race had jumped at the opportunity. Sometimes I wish he hadn’t. It’s much harder to pretend to be a straight boy when your partner’s smile is so cute you’re pretty sure it’s not even legal. And, God, that damn smirk of his. How’s a girl supposed to stay in control when he’s making some dumb joke, sporting that smirk with his hair all messed up from a day of selling papes? It’s just unfair.

And of course I had wished for someone to confide in. I hadn’t talked at all in months, and I could barely remember what my voice sounded like. When I got time alone, sometimes I would whisper to myself under my breath just for relief purposes. There’s just so much to talk about, and I haven’t gotten to say any of it all because of some stupid rule that says I can’t be a girl if I want to sell papes. From the very beginning I had been dying to find someone who I trusted enough to tell without them blabbing to everyone, but I just hadn’t worked up the courage yet. I certainly hadn’t planned to have Katherine find out because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

She was walking with me on the way back to the lodge and she was working on an article, thinking out loud at she wrote. “Ugh, I need a good synonym for amazing. I’ve used that word like five times already.” She ran a hand over her face, obviously in distress, and it just kind of slipped out.

“Phenomenal.” Her eyes widened and she looked up from her paper at me slowly, shock overtaking her face. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt the panic start to take hold of me.

“You - you can talk? Oh my god, oh my god. Were you just pretending to sell more papers? That’s some damn good commitment you got there…”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” I squeaked, which was very much the wrong thing to do, because up until this point she had only heard me say one word - and gender is kind of hard to determine from four syllables. However, when you’ve said an entire sentence in your much-higher-than-a-boy’s voice, that kind of gives it away. For a second time, she freaked.

“You’re a girl! That’s why you don’t talk! That’s hilarious!” She broke out laughing as I stood there, still scared out of my mind but a little bit calmed by her lack of anger. “I won’t tell any of the boys, promise,” she breathed, smiling. “Oh, but this is so great! Finally, another girl I can talk to about these damn boys!” I laughed at that, and soon we were both giggling like idiots.

Suddenly, her face lit up. “How long has it been since you got to, you know, lose the getup?”

“Don’t know, lost count.” I shrugged and she squealed. Grabbing my arm and dragging me in the opposite direction of the lodge. “Kath, we’re going the wrong way.”

“Nope, you’re not going to the lodge.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re staying at my place and you’re going to get to be a girl again for tonight.”

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“Hey! Anybody seen Mute?”

A chorus of ‘no’s came as a response, and Race sighed. He’d left his partner with Katherine, but they had yet to make it to the lodge and it was already dark. Jack was worried as well, both of them concerned that something had happened. Mute was a great selling partner with all the sympathy he ignited, but he was a scrawny guy and if someone had attacked them, Race wasn’t sure Mute would’ve been able to fight them off. Eventually, it got too late, and both he and Jack fell asleep.

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An hour before the boys woke up for the morning, I came sneaking through the lodge door, already prepped and ready for the day (hair clipped in place thanks to Katherine, and breasts securely flat). I’d spent the night with Katherine sharing stories and finally talking about all the things I’d been dying to say. Saying Kath was excited when I went on a rant about how annoyingly attractive Race was was an understatement - the reporter was ecstatic. I tried to calm her down - “it’s never gonna happen, Kath, to him I am and always will be a boy. And even if he’s gay, I can’t even speak” - but it was no use.

We hadn’t actually ended up sleeping. Instead, we’d spent the early hours making me look like a boy again, with some added improvements. Before I’d left, Kath had given me a book, so when I arrived back at the lodge and there was a little while before the morning bell would ring, I sat on my bunk and read.

The minute the morning bell rang, the lodge filled with noise. All the boys were waking up and fighting for space. In order to avoid the chaos, I walked outside, leaving the book on my bunk. I was enjoying the small noises of a New York morning when suddenly someone was standing next to me.

“You and Kath get back alright last night? Didn’t see you before I fell asleep.” The mere sound of Race’s voice made my face heat up and I hated it. The fact that he had noticed my absence made my heart skip a beat, even though I was sure it was more of a brotherly type of “this kid can’t even talk he needs to be protected” kind of way. I nodded as a response and he gave a little nod of his own.

After the previous night I wanted more than ever to tell Race everything. Maybe if he knew I was a girl things would be different. Maybe if I could actually talk to him, this whole thing would be easier.

“Mornin’ boys!” Jack came up behind us with Crutchie beside him. “Hey Mute, Kath get home okay?” Before I could respond with a nod, Race was talking.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He pointed down the street a little where Katherine appeared to be sprinting toward us at full speed. When she reached us she was panting heavily, attempting to relay what must’ve been important news.

“The Delanceys… they’re coming here… heard something about a girl Newsie,” she said in between breaths. I felt my heart stop in my chest. Being discovered as a girl by the boys or Katherine was one thing, being discovered by the Delanceys was another. They wouldn’t hesitate to take me away for breaking the rules, and I don’t think the fact that I’m a girl would stop them from roughing me up a bit.

“I think we would’ve noticed if one of was a girl,” Romeo said, causing all the boys to laugh. By now everyone was up and gathered. Katherine kept glancing around and I could tell she was panicking. I made brief eye contact with her and I’m sure she could see the fear in my eyes. She was doing a better job at hiding it. I was about to start shaking uncontrollably. In the distance, The Delancey brothers could be seen walking in our direction.

“You smell that boys?” Race called out, smiling as the Delancey brothers scowled. “It smells like we got the bad kind o’ company!”

“I’d shut your mouth if I were you,” Morris growled.

“We got reason to believe one of you maggots has been breaking the rules. Youse hiding a girl in that lodge of yours.” Jack stepped up to Oscar confidently, no hesitation  in his stance.

“What - you sayin’ we wouldn’t be able to tell if we’s had a girl selling papes with us? We ain’t hiding no girls.” I wondered what would happen if Jack knew that he was lying. More importantly, what would happen if the Delanceys started poking around? They so much as knock my cap off my head an I’m a goner. It was too late to pull it down to hide my face more, it would be too suspicious. Plus, it was already blocking my face some, as usual.

I tensed as the brothers started walking through the crowd of boys. They were met with plenty of laughs and jeers, and quite a few jokes made. The world stopped.

And then started again as the Delancey boys begrudgingly left, not having found what they were looking for. The newsies taunted them as they walked away and I let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one,” Katherine gave a little laugh.

“Whaddya mean?” Jack asked, and I froze again. “Why was it a close one?” I watched as Katherine tensed up, trying to form some sort of explanation the wouldn’t give me away.

“Well, you know, I - uh…. I thought that, maybe, he was gonna… hit you? Yeah! I thought he was gonna hit you, but he didn’t…. So it was a close one?” Jesus Christ, Kath, really?

Murmurs were starting to get louder throughout the crowd as everyone began to search for the supposed girl among them. Race wasn’t looking at me at all, and I really don’t know whether I was relieved or offended. Maybe he trusted me too much to think I would lie. Not that I ever actually said I wasn’t a girl. Or, you know, said anything at all. If I was any of these boys, I would honestly choose myself as suspect number one. Who trusts someone you know nothing about because they can’t tell you? Ridiculous.

“It’s only a close one if one of us is actually a girl,” Crutchie spoke up. I could tell he was trying to save Katherine, God bless his pure little soul, but Kath and I were in deep shit now.

“Well, I mean…” She shot an almost unnoticeable glance my way, as if asking if it was okay. I almost nodded yes. Almost. Except then Morris Delancey was back and standing behind Katherine, and I was ready to just drop dead because this entire situation was one big piece of shit that I was not planning on when I didn’t sleep at all.

“You got information you’d like to share?” Morris asked Katherine. Her face contorted with anger as she spun on him.

“If I did I certainly wouldn’t tell you!

“I think we left a little too soon earlier, didn’t get a chance to really check.” Oscar Delancey was standing directly behind me and his voice sent chills down my spine. How the hell did he even get there? It’s not even noon and this has got to be the worst day of my life.

And then Katherine did exactly what she shouldn’t have done. She glanced at me. And Morris saw it. In seconds, he was walking towards me. As I prepared to exposed, or maybe even hit, Race stepped in front of me quickly. He stood defiantly, staring Morris down.

“Move out my way.”

“Leave ‘im alone, he ain’t done nothin’ wrong. He can’t even speak.” Okay, maybe not the worst day. Some good things have happened. For instance, Race has showed that he cares about me twice already. Plus, if I looked down just slightly I’d have a great view of his ass (not that I’m thinking about that at all).

“Aw, have we got ourselves a poor little mute?” Oscar taunted from behind me. He was closer to me now, making it much harder to stay calm.

“I said leave ‘im alone,” Race spoke, his voice much more demanding (which was damn attractive but now’s not really the time for that).

“Whatchya gonna do 'bout it?” Oscar Delancey’s hand came down on my shoulder and my entire body tensed up. And then I was off. I sprinted past Race, Morris, and Katherine. I heard the Delanceys shouting and running after me, and I was sure the boys were in absolute chaos because by now they would’ve realized that I’m the girl who broke the rules and became a newsie.

As I reached a familiar alleyway I took a sharp right and tucked myself against the wall, watching as Morris and Oscar ran past my hiding spot. I headed further down the alley, coming to what appeared to be a dead end, but really it wasn’t. Race had shown me this place our first week as partners. After a little bit of squeezing, I was through the other side and strolling leisurely down the street, headed in the direction of the lodge. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I returned, but I really had nowhere else to go.

As I got closer I could sense the commotion. I was positive at least some of the newsies had gone out to sell papes, but Race and Jack would’ve stayed behind to question Katherine. Davey would be there by now, and I wondered if he’d been filled in yet. As I walked into the lodge I got five pairs of eyes all suddenly on me. Race, Katherine, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie were all sitting and talking.

“Mute! Thank god you’re okay, we were so worried!” Crutchie was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but be confused. It was Crutchie after all, but even he seemed a bit happy considering he should’ve just found out that I’d basically been lying to him. No doubt Kath had explained that I wasn’t actually mute, and I had a real name that definitely wasn’t Mute.

“Oscar sure scared ya, but you’re safe with us,” Race smiled at me (and my heart melted).

“Sorry I missed it, Mute,” Davey gave me an apologetic smile. “I can’t believe the Delanceys really thought one of us was a girl,” he laughed.

Wait, what?

I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?

“Unbelievable.”

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side note: I don’t mean to offend anyone with the picture of what a girl is painted in this imagine, I’m basing it more off standards/expectations of girls during the time period

The Perfect Feminist Boyfriend

I love watching Sh0eonhead’s videos on YouTube. They’re always pretty insightful, and well put together without looking at all like they’re some kind of production. Just honest opinions with thought provoking points.

This recent video she did regarding a shitty, pandering Cosmopolitan article about “The Perfect Feminist Boyfriend” made me think a bit about the nature of the pandering male feminist.

In it, she talks about actor Matt McGorry, who plays a prison guard who impregnates an inmate on Orange is the New Black. He makes it a giant point to remind everyone how much of a feminist he is on a seemingly regular basis, and apparently Cosmopolitan wants you to know about it too. Let’s not stray too far away from the fact that Cosmopolitan has been subliminally telling young girls for years now that they have to be thin, have the right make-up applied, and 57 suggestions on how they can better please their man in the bedroom. Because Cosmopolitan likely could have picked a number of overweight neckbeards in fedora’s to shine a spotlight onto who the best male feminist of all time is; but they, of course, are going to instead pick an actor with a chiseled body who overly panders in every pathetic way possible; because being against objectification is only a one-way street.

McGorry’s Twitter page is chock full of photos of himself letting you know just how hard he’s being an activist. Because it wouldn’t be activism if you didn’t let everyone on the internet know you were doing it.

Now, I don’t have a problem with being an activist for a cause you wholly believe in, and maybe Matt McGorry is legit sensitive to giving respect to people who feel or are marginalized. Here’s a better way to give respect to women: just do it. Just treat women in general like you would treat anyone else. Also, don’t shine a spotlight on yourself. No matter what Cosmopolitan says, announcing your male feminism to the world is the antithesis of proof that you actually respect them. Because when Matt McGorry writes a tweet like, “"When a woman asks if I’m a feminist & I say ‘yes’ & she gets really excited I get bummed bc it’s a reminder of how low the bar is for men,” all you need to understand is that this is pandering. 7,000+ likes. Good for you.

The thing about people who point this spotlight on themselves is that they’re sketchy at best. The term white knight is utilized as a basis to confront this sort of faux respect for others; because people like this want a pat on the fucking back, they want to get laid more and liked more. There’s an ulterior motive that’s never worth your respect. The men who claim themselves to be intersectional feminists, or male feminists, you automatically should be skeptical of every single time. Because if they were a real feminist, or they really respected women, they’d not feel the need to tell you; they’d just fucking do it. The reality is this bar that McGorry claims is sitting low for men, wouldn’t get put much higher if all men were like him. Your actions are what count; and if you’re already acting properly, then shut the fuck up about it. You don’t deserve a medal for treating people like human beings.

Break Even

A Christmassy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

Simon

Of course, it’s not enough that the Crucible stuck me and that twat in a room together.  It’s not enough that I have to deal with his abuse every single day six months out of the year.  Of course, someone out there, whoever’s controlling the fates, has gotten it in their mind that I don’t have it bad enough.

           You know what would make this even better?  Make Simon and Baz buy each other Christmas presents!  Perfect!

           I trudge along the snowy pavement, scowling at the melting slush.  I’ve been in five shops already and I can’t find anything.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone you despise?

           I suppose I could pull a prank or something. That’s probably what he will do. He never fails to stoop to the lowest level when it comes to me.

           But then again, he would probably kill me if I pulled something like that.  For some reason, he’s allowed to mess with me, but I’m not allowed to mess with him. Figures.

           Exhausted, I duck into a coffee shop.  The air is warm and spiced with cinnamon.  As I make my way to the front of the line, I see the display of gift cards next to the till.

           Baz drinks coffee, doesn’t he?  Of course he does.  Everyone drinks coffee.

           So I buy my peppermint mocha, load a gift card and walk out relieved.

Baz

Of course, it’s not enough that I have to pretend I hate the boy with every word I say.  It’s not enough that I have no choice but to make his life a living hell every single day six months out of the year. Now I have to display my everlasting hatred by means of a Christmas gift exchange.

           Whoever thought this was a good idea can get fucked.

           I shove my way out of a candy store emptyhanded. Every shop is bringing me closer to the point of giving up.  What kind of villain gives the hero candy for Christmas?

           Then again, what kind of villain gives the hero anything for Christmas?

           Maybe the villain who doesn’t want to be the villain.

           I shake my head to clear it, squinting up at the sign over the next window.  Antiques it says in big loopy writing.  I sigh and push through the door.

           The smell hits me first.  It’s not a bad smell necessarily, just old and musty, kind of like breathing straight dust, and I cough.  As my eyes adjust I begin to make out the piles of knick-knacks stacked up on every surface, age-old brass and silver winking at me from every corner.  Or rather, blinking.  Like someone who’s trying to wink but never quite got the hang of it.

           I don’t know where to start.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone who despises you?

           From what I can tell, everything in here is pretty expensive, which almost causes me to turn around right then.  Expensive doesn’t fit the guidelines I’ve set for myself. The gift can’t be too sentimental or he’ll know you don’t hate him.  It can’t be too expensive or he’ll think you cared enough to spend money on him.  It can’t be candy because candy is for kids, it can’t be cologne because that’s too personal, it can’t be homemade or he’ll think you spent time and effort on him. The list goes on and on.

           A flash of metal catches my eye, and I turn to see a tiny silver object on a table by the window.  I wander over to it.

           It’s a sheath, only big enough for a dagger, and it’s patterned in bronze rosebuds.  When I pick it up, I discover that the blade is still inside, intact, and actually nicely polished.

           Of course, Snow already has a sword, but when you live with a vampire, what harm would it do to have an extra weapon handy at all times?  One that doesn’t disappear when you’re not using it?

           “How much for this?” I ask the shopkeeper.

Simon

When the last day of classes rolls around, I find Baz in our room – no surprises there – packing the last of his things for the holidays.  I clear my throat as I enter.  He turns, but only for a second, and he doesn’t make any other move to acknowledge my existence.  Again, no surprises there.

           “Are you leaving soon?” I ask, trying to at least begin the conversation in a civil manner.

           “Yes, Snow,” he sighs, “as you’ll be thrilled to know.”

           I roll my eyes.  It doesn’t matter what I do.  This is just him.

           I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through it, searching for the tiny gift.  When I find it, I toss in onto his bed.  “Here.”

           He looks at it, his brow furrowed.  “What’s this?”

           “Christmas gift exchange,” I say, “you might have forgotten.”

           He opens the pathetic little square of wrapping paper I’ve taped around the gift card, and mutters something incoherent.  “What was that?” I ask.

           “I said, this is my favourite coffee shop.”

           “Oh,” I reply, not sure what else to say.  “Well, good then.  Happy Christmas, I guess.”

           He slips the card into his pocket and doesn’t move.  I figure he’s completely forgotten about the gift exchange, or he deliberately didn’t get me anything, and decide not to press the subject.  I flop down on my bed and pull out a magic book.  No use in packing for me, I’m not going anywhere. Not like Baz.  Not everyone gets to celebrate with a family.  And certainly not everyone gets to celebrate in a fucking mansion.

           A small wrapped package appears in my periphery. I look up.  Baz is madly arranging clothes in his luggage, trying to look like he didn’t put the thing on my bed.  I’m surprised, I’ll admit.  I guess he didn’t forget.

           “What’s this?” I ask.  I don’t know why I ask it, as the answer is fairly obvious.

           “Just open it,” he says, not looking at me.

           Carefully I pull the tape off of the paper, not wanting to trigger anything in case this is still some sort of prank.  I wouldn’t put anything past him, the boy who literally pushed me down the stairs and tried to feed me to the Chimera.  But nothing ticks, and nothing blows up in my hands.  Slowly I pull the paper back from the object, holding it far away from my face, just to be safe.

           I am not expecting a dagger.

           Specifically, I am not expecting a dagger with a matching sheath that clips onto a belt, adorned with a rosebud pattern of bronze. I am not expecting what appears to be a polished silver blade with a soft leather hilt that fits in my hand like it was molded to the shape of my grip.

           My mouth is hanging open in awe.  I can’t seem to form words.

           I look back up at him.  He’s stopped rearranging his luggage and is watching me, and he looks almost nervous.

           “How much did you spend on this?” I breathe.

           He shakes his head.  “It was just from a pawn shop,” he mutters.

           “Damn, Baz,” I chuckle, “way to make me look like a shit gift-giver.”

           His eyes harden.  “I’ll take it back then,” he growls, moving to take it from my hands.

           “No!”  I clutch the knife to my chest.  He stops, looking surprised, like he hadn’t actually expected me to like it.  How he could think that beats me.  “I love it,” I say, not even realizing that I’ve admitted to something.

           His brow softens a bit.  “I just thought it might be easier than always having to summon your sword,” he shrugs.

           “It’s perfect,” I breathe, staring at the roses on the sheath, spellbound by the thing.

           Suddenly I’m hit by a wave of guilt.  I spent a handful on a lame gift card, when Baz went and actually found me something that would mean something.  I don’t stop to think about why he would want it to mean something, I only know that it leaves the scales completely unbalanced.

           I need to repay him somehow.

           I stand, and suddenly we’re nearly face-to-face. If our room wasn’t so damn tight we wouldn’t be this close together, but for once the proximity doesn’t bother me. It clearly affects him though, because he shies away as soon as I stand.  He won’t even make eye-contact with me.

           “I can’t accept this,” I tell him, “not without paying you back somehow.”

           “What part of the term ‘gift exchange’ do you not understand, Snow?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.  “It’s a gift.  Let’s just wish each other a Happy Christmas and be done with it.”

           “No, that’s not how we work,” I insist.  “I torment you, you torment me, and somehow we always break even.  So now we have to break even on this.”

           “I’m not telling you how much I spent on that,” he shakes his head.

           “Why not?”  My heart drops for a second.  “Was it terribly expensive?”

           “No, it’s just not what you do.  You don’t tell someone what you spent on them, it just makes them feel guilty.”

           “And since when have you ever passed up an opportunity to make me feel guilty?” I challenge.  He doesn’t answer, just stares at something that isn’t my eyes. I can’t quite tell what he’s looking at. Maybe the wall behind me, maybe my shoulder, maybe nothing in particular.

           “Alright,” I concede, “no money, then.  But there must be something I can do.”

           And – Merlin – his cheeks turn pink.

           And now I’m very aware of how close we are.

           And of how I can pinpoint his gaze now.

           He’s looking at my face, but not my eyes.  My mouth.

           Oh.      

           I don’t think.  I just lean in and kiss him.

Baz

Simon’s mouth, no matter how many times I’ve thought he might kiss me, is a complete shock.  I’ve stared at his lips plenty, but apparently I wasn’t prepared to feel them against mine.

           And now here he is, pressing a gentle kiss to my cold mouth like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

           Before I can even close my eyes, he pulls back.

           I don’t speak.  I don’t trust myself to.

           “Is that alright?” he whispers.

           “Yeah.”  Crowley, I’m shaking.

           “Are we even then?”

           “Um,” I swallow nervously, “almost.”

           “Oh?” He smiles, and my heart stops entirely.  “What else do you want?”

           I lean in by just a fraction, hoping he’ll take the hint.

           He does.

           And then his mouth is flush against mine, not even bothering to be shy.  

Leading Suspects - Chapter 10

I know it’s not much, but things are about to heat up in Twelve Willows!  The continuing celebration of @peetabreadgirl‘s b-day…because I am incapable of writing oneshots apparently. Also, I will be posting a master post later on with link to all 10 chapters here on tumblr. Enjoy!


“Just tell me you didn’t break any more laws,” Madge says as I stomp up the stairs to her house and smack her car keys into her hand.

“It was a struggle, but I managed,” I say and she smiles. Her bruises are starting to change color and the sight of her slowly unfurling personality is almost enough to distract me from what I need to tell her. “I had a lovely breakfast with my mother while the entire town quietly debated whether or not they’d be able to drag me by my hair to the town center and burn me at the stake. Oh and Peeta stopped by to suggest we try the strawberry pie at Sae’s. Pie, Madge!”

“Katniss Everdeen, I swear if you waste one more second jabber-jawing on the porch and not giving me a hug…”

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夜桜 - Kirigakure Saizo x MC

It ended up to need longer time that I thought… oh well, it’s still the 22nd here so Happy Birthday Saizo!
I intended to make this a super angsty one but it ended up a bit fluffy and an OOC Saizo… I’m so sorry huhuhu. I got another idea I started to write about already but it’s for another Lord, so… Oh well! Nevermind that, enjoy! Sorry for errors, I rushed through this while having a headache >.<

The title is read as ‘yozakura’, or cherry blossom at night ^^


It happened just right when he started to feel like he can be happy about the day he was born. About the day that marked the birth of another assassin, foreshadowing countless deaths by his little hands. But she said that for her, it was the day where her love of her life is born. The person more important than her own life. The person she waited in worry no matter how good he is in his job, and welcomed with a relieved and happy smile plus a warm embrace every single time.

And he should’ve known, he really should have. She was a woman of her words, and would never back down from anything she decided to do, after all.


It was a particularly good day in the beginning of sakura season. And Yukimura being himself, he ordered Saizo to join him and other retainers for a hanami tonight, to drink with him until morning. Sigh… His young master never changes, and Saizo knew it was his Lord’s way to try to make him enjoy his birthday, especially after that particular event a few years back. So here he was, drinking glass after glass of sake that Yukimura poured for him without pause.

The guys were loud as usual, with the girl servants either pouring alcohol for them or gossiping and giggling over how the drunkards are acting. Of course, Yukimura being smashed was nothing unusual, but it still gave everyone a laugh, especially with sake in their body and the festive air. Sakura’s petals that dancing following the night wind id adding to the scenery, illuminated with the lanterns hanged on the sakura’s branch here and there. It’s almost a perfect night to do a hanami, especially with the moon so bright and stars can show its light without being bothered by the clouds.

Saizo glanced at Yukimura dancing in the middle of today’s party. Ahh, what a bright guy. His smile is blinding, even at night, and his laughter is infectious. What a perfect master he had, the light for his shadow. He looked at the moon reflection on his sake glass and smiled bitterly. Standing up, he swiftly jump into one of the bigger branch of the sakura tree, sipping his drink slowly, watching the storm of pink petals fluttering around before it fell on the ground.

It’s a beautiful sight. And somewhere deep in his heart, he hated it.

He remembered it like it happened yesterday, how those pink petals get stained with red. He remembered how the fresh one landed on top of the dark pool. He remembered them swirling around her, as if reminding us how transient and fragile life is, how it could end with one slash of sword.


“Just surrender yourself if you want her to keep her life.”

“Oh? Do you think I care? She’s only someone who’s favored by my Lord and given to me as a duty, after all. And what a pathetic guy they sent after me, now. Do they think I get soft just because I don’t do as much mission as I did before? Or has the standard gone down? Shame, really… I was expecting to get some fun out of this…”

“It’s the opposite, oh great Lord Assassin. We know for sure that we have your weakness, actually. Or will you actually leave her to die? Doesn’t matter for us, her life doesn’t have any value if she doesn’t mean anything to you. Her being dead or alive won’t change anything, so… should we try your words and kill her right now, right here?”

He could see the dagger pointing on her throat. Aah, what a bad timing for a hanami. He should’ve tried to refuse her, no matter how futile it is. He should just accept any mission so he didn’t have to be here. He should’ve not left her unguarded while he battled with the rest of the guys. He should have…

His sword wavered for a moment, his eyes met hers and he swore she could see his state of mind right now.

“Don’t.”

Before he could do anything, her voice reverberated through the silence.

“Never surrender your life, Saizo, or I will not forgive you. Ever.” Her eyes gazing right into his, as if to show her resolve. “Live, Saizo. Live, for Lord Yukimura and Sanada Clan. Not only survive, please, live a true life without regrets… for yourself…”

And before he could move, she twisted free and pulled a dagger from her obi, slashing the man’s throat open.

“I will kill myself before you can use me to gain advantage on him. I will end my life myself before his life taken to save mine. I will take your life and kill my own heart before I let you hurt him.”

Ah, how could he forget that his innocent, pure lady knows how to defend herself even though she never needed to before. How could he forget the dagger he gave her, even though he never intended to let her use it, ever.

And it was the first step she made into his world, into knowing the darker side of being a woman of a shinobi and samurai. Knowing the warmth of blood, also the taste and smell of iron in the air. It was the point where she left her old self to die for the sake of protecting the things she hold even dearer than her own life.

It was also a day where a boy who later be called the Lord Assassin was born, and now it also marked the day where his woman got her first taste of blood.


“Saizo, sorry for the wait! I’ve brought the dango so let’s eat them together with the others!”

Her voice pierced through his memory, pulling him out of his reverie.

Ah, he hated this day because it reminded the time he had failed and let her get dirtied with those filthy blood. He hated it because she should never know the shadow he and his world bears. He hated it because it made him realized…

“Saizo! Come on!!” 

“Sensei let’s eat~!! It’s so good! I’ll eat them all if you won’t!!”

“…So noisy… Alright, alright, now stop talking so loud you two…”

“Ah! Senseeeei it’s miiiine!! There’s still a lot left so why did you take miiiine?!!”

…that she had become so important to him that he was willing to drag her to the darkest part of his world, if it meant he could keep her by his side.

Well, just like this storm of cherry blossom still looks beautiful at night… She would surely still looks radiant to him even after drowned in his deepest darkness.

Please love me part two

Before you confessed your feelings you were always there for damon. Anytime he needed to rant or just a hug you were the first person he went to. You hadn’t left your house in a week except to go to school. You thought maybe the healthy cure of a break up would maybe cure what you were feeling, but this was no normal break up. This was your heart ripping to pieces. This was a whole new level of heartbreak. You weren’t stupid enough to shut away the pain with the humanity switch. Doing that would provide a harder way to get over Damon Salvatore. You would just be pushing away the feelings. Closing an open door that would burst at the seams no matter how many times you turned it off. No you had to let yourself feel. Your cell phone came on on the cushion next to you, and for the first time since Damon left, you answered the phone.
“Hey y/n! I’ve been trying to call you for a week!”
“Sorry Scotty. Is something wrong? Where is my cousin?”
“Have you been crying? I think I can smell your depression from here.”
“Thanks Scott really. Don’t worry about it okay?”
“I think you should come home. We need your help. He needs your help.”
Would leaving mystic falls be such a bad thing?
“Making sure my room isn’t to Dusty. See you soon wolfboy.”
Your heart was racing at the chance to get to see those who truly cared about you. The more you thought about it the better you felt. So you took a shower, drained away all your doubts about leaving, and started packing. You left out a cute pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you to wear, because before you leave you had to say goodbye. There was only one person you wanted to say bye to. You hated the grill. You had hated it ever since you came to mystic falls, but that’s the only place these human teenagers hung out in this pathetic town. Your eyes found Damon immediately. His arm was wrapped around Elena’s waist and they were laughing with each other. You felt like turning around and running, but you didn’t.
“Hey Matty. Can you get me a drink?”
“Sure what do you want?”
“Surprise me. Today is a good day. Where is ty?”
Matt pointed his eyes in the direction of the pool table and after he placed my drink on the table I made my way over towards it.
“Lockwolf I’ve got a surprise for you. Meet me at the house?”
You left the grill without even glancing in the direction​ of the older Salvatore. Yes you wanted to say goodbye to him but you couldn’t. Tyler pulled into your driveway and just walked straight into your house.
“What is this are you leaving?”
“After what happened with Damon. Scott called and he needs my help so I thought why not? Originally I was bringing you here to say a heartfelt goodbye, but I thought fuck it. Come with me.”
“A road trip with my favorite person to my favorite place? Hell yeah I’ll come with you!”
A girlish squeal let it self out and you through your arms around klaus’s hybrid.


Damon’s P.O.V

He missed her. He finally got the girl but he was missing a different one. He hadn’t seen her since he broke her heart and left her there whispering to someone who was already gone. He couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t only break her heart. That he broke her. My eyes connected to her body as soon as she walked into the crowded grill. A look of disgust on her face. I remembered how much she complained about how it was a stupid place for a hang out. She looked fine to anyone else but I knew her. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent to him but so was the fake smile. Elena had said something to him about going to find Caroline and he nodded his head and the love of his life walked away. He watched y/n leave the bar towards the Lockwood boy and he was confused. He didn’t even know they were friends. That’s when he realized he didn’t know anything about her. He never asked. He had just used her. His attention directed to a different conversation as y/n and Tyler left. He couldn’t help but remember what she could do with her hips and the way she could move.
“Did you see y/n?”
“Yeah I saw her. Man she looks awful. All the talk going on about how neither of the Salvatore brothers wanted her is gold. Hell I couldn’t blame them I wouldn’t want her either.”
Damon’s eyes narrowed at the teenage boys that were running their mouths. Did she really have to put up with this everyday since he left her crying? And how in the hell had anyone found out about us? I jumped from the bar stool and made my way to the Gilbert boy and Matt.
“I should kill you both.”
“Why what did we do?”
“Y/n. You see that group of boys over there?”
“Yeah we know them from school…”
“Funny. Cause they were just running their pathetic little mouths about y/n and me and how they didn’t blame me for leaving her, because she looks so terrible. So I should kill you for telling people.”
“Hey man you’re the one who left her not us.”
He turned to walk away but threw his fist into Matt’s face. Elena scurried over to the blonde boy and glared at me.
“What the hell Damon? You can’t just go around hitting people!”
“He deserved it. I don’t need this Elena.”
He felt the need to find the y/h/c e/c girl. So he did. He walked right into her house, but stopped in his tracks. No. She didn’t. I don’t understand. The house was empty. The bed he had slept on was empty without sheets. His eyes roamed everywhere in the bare room and something white caught his attention on the floor. He picked it up and it read his name in her danity handwriting.
Dear Damon,
You were my epic love and I’m not sure when I’ll ever stop loving you. Elena is your epic love and I’m really happy that you got to be with yours. I don’t know if you can tell but I’m a little bitter. I want to be happy for you. I do. But I can’t help but wish you were happy with me. I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you want you wanted or what you needed. Honestly I have no idea why I’m even writing this. Why would you care if my presence is missing? It’s not like you’ll ever read this stupid letter. I couldn’t take it anymore D. You didn’t hear what all those people at school said. It was bad. Several times I thought about shutting it off, but I didn’t. That would make me even weaker than I am now. I guess I’m writing this to try and help myself a little out of hope that you might see it. That some part of you feels for me. I’m gone. I left back home. Mystic falls just isn’t for me no matter how much I try and make it to be. I love you so much Damon Salvatore. Maybe while I’m gone I can find someone that loves me back this time
All my love,
Y/n y/l/n

You and Tyler arrived in your home town a couple days later.
“Can you track his scent?”
“So now you talk to me?”
“Hey! Your the one who made me cry Lockwood!”
“Y/n you have to talk about it sooner or later. Just tell me what happened?”
“I told Damon that I was in love with him, and he said he didn’t feel the same. Surprise, surprise.”
“There is more so tell me the rest.”
“Damon was fighting with Elena a lot and it was the night of the mikealson ball when I told him I’d rather have him a little than not at all. So when he was upset he’d come and sleep with me.”
“So your telling me you let Damon Salvatore someone who doesn’t even love you take your virginity and use you to make himself feel better.”
At Tyler’s words you burst in to tears the second time that day.
“I thought it would make me feel better, but then he told me he loved me and I knew.”
“You knew what y/n?”
“I knew he wasn’t thinking about my feelings at all. He wasn’t even thinking about me. The love he has for Elena is written clear on his face. He lied to me. He might have said I love you to me and that’s what I wanted to hear, but I didn’t want to hear it unless he meant it and the first time he said it I couldn’t pretend that he really did.”
“He doesn’t deserve you. You are amazing, kind, gorgeous. Damon Salvatore doesn’t deserve someone as precious as you.”
“Let’s just go find Scott.”


Scott was inside of a burnt house in the middle of the woods. Even though you were still upset you decided to have a little fun. You used your vampire speed to confuse the pack inside. Eventually you rested your speeding and stood next to Scott. Everyone was startled by you and moved back a little but the older werewolves flashed their canines and the argent Hunter held up his gun.
“Relax boys I’m here to help.”
“Y/n! You about gave them a heart attack.”
Scott wrapped me into a hug and that’s when I noticed his presence missing.
“Where is stiles?”
“That’s why I called you. Stiles as been possessed. By something called a notgitusne.”
“Alright so what do you know about this evil thing?”
“Nothing really. I mean we know what it is. We know that it is old. We know that it feeds off chaos but we don’t know how to stop it.”
You shared a look with Tyler.
“We can help.”
You pulled out your phone a dialed the number of your favorite original.
“Y/n love what do I owe the pleasure of talking to my favorite vampire in mystic falls?”
“Hello nik. I was wondering have you ever heard of a nogitsune?”
“What have you stupid kids got yourself in to? I leave and you guys are already suffering!”
“I’m not in mystic falls anymore. I had a tragic run in with your least favorite vampire in mystic falls so I left. Now I’m helping out a friend.”
“Do I need to kill that Salvatore? I will gladly rip his heart out. I’m sure Elijah and kol would be happy to help as well.”
A smile spread on your face and you laughed into the phone.
“So the nogitsune. Can you do me a favor and help a girl out?”
“I can hear the whispering of those teenagers in the background. Put me on speaker and I’ll help you out but only cause I like you sweetheart.”

Although Scott was complaining about Klaus he still had helped you defeat the evil spirt that possessed your cousin. You were happy to help but you still couldn’t stop thinking about Damon. You just wanted to be over him already. You felt drained. You knew the nogitsune fed off the chaos that echoed through your body and despite the vampire strength you still felt weak.
“Y/n are you okay?”
“Where is Tyler?”
“Back at the house. Here I’ll carry you. You don’t look so good.”
Derek lifted you into his arms. Bridal style.
“He fed off you a lot. What has you feeling all that chaos y/n?”
“I made a horrible mistake Derek. I fell in love with someone who didn’t love me back. Then I let him use me to make himself feel better.”
The werewolf smoothed back my hair from my face and placed a light kiss on my forehead.
“You’ll find someone that loves you back and you’ll forget all about the one who hurt you.”
“I don’t think I will der. It’s hurts so bad and I don’t know why anyone would want someone so broken.”
“I can think of one person who would want someone so broken.”
“Who?”
“Me.”

Catch You - Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader

A/N: Jacob comforting reader about certain insecurities she has. I decided to write this since I’ve been feeling a little insecure lately and it turns out I actually did have a request for this as well so it worked out perfectly. I hope you all enjoy it.

Words: 1,472
Warnings: A little self-loathing

The grey, rainy day fit your mood perfectly.

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Attacked *Requested*

I uh…I dunno if this is really a trigger but this contains bullying(verbal and physical) of some sort…and like belittling so yeah..sorry? I’m not used to the trigger thing and all and I really don’t know what exactly the triggers are, so sorry if some of my writing ever offends or hurts anyone.
Also I typed this in the car on my phone, so my bad about the mistakes, and I hope you like it, hun. And inbox me if you guys want a part 2


You tapped your foot anxiously, chewing on your bottom lip as you sat and watched the time go by. The soft tick, tick, ticking of the clock on the wall nearly driving you insane. Your eyes then quickly went from the clock to your packed bags in the corner, then to the front door. You had been sitting and waiting for him to come home for almost an hour, and the anxiety was eating you up alive.

“You have to go through with this, Y/N. Don’t back down, don’t give in.” You spoke to yourself, trying to build confidence to do what you were about to do.

You were going to leave Calum. It wasn’t because you weren’t happy, nor was it because he cheated. Calum had done absolutely nothing wrong, he was the most amazing person you’d ever met. His fans on the other hand were…not so great.


You were humming a song you had heard on the radio on your way to Wal-Mart, pushing the basket and shopping like everyone else. You were simply just being a normal, everyday person when three girls walked up to you with frowns on their faces.

“May I help you?” You questioned as you grabbed Calum’s favorite cereal off of the shelf, then you reached for yours. Sharing cereal in your apartment was never a thing. The argument that would take place after eating the other’s cereal wasn’t bad - it was actually quite hilarious - but it would leave you two not talking for two hours.

“Are you Calum’s girlfriend?” A strawberry blonde questioned, tucking her long hair behind her ear.

“Yes?”

“We want you to leave him alone.” She spoke again and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“We said leave Calum alone. You don’t love him anyway, you just want him for the fame and money.”

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, sweetcheeks, but I don’t care for the fame and I definitely don’t make or get any money by being with him.” You laughed lightly at their accusations and walked away from them, pushing your basket in front of you.

You thought it would end at that, but boy were you wrong. Suddenly your hair was pulled roughly, causing you to fall flat on your ass. Before you could get up the brunette kicked you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and causing you to feel immense pain. The strawberry blonde pulled your hair to make you look at her, her two friends standing on either side of you.

“Leave Calum alone. He doesn’t love you, he only wants you there as his personal fuck toy. You’re not even pretty; you’re fat and you’re just overall a pathetic worthless human being.”

“If you don’t leave him alone, I swear we’ll come find you and kill you ourselves. We’re not the only fans who wish you would disappear from the earth.” The other friend who had been silent this whole time spoke and your eyes widened at the threat.

Sure, death threats kind of hurt your feelings through a screen, but that couldn’t compare to what you felt when there were three girls glaring at you with so much hatred in the eyes saying it to your face.

You felt tears sting at your eyes from both physical and emotional pain. The strawberry blonde then pushed you roughly to the ground before kicking you herself, her friends following suit. By now you were full on sobbing and heard a few people shouting and the sound of multiple footsteps running towards you. The three girls took off and you looked up to see two girls recording from a distance while an older man and woman helped you up, questioning if you were okay. You grabbed your purse and took off running, leaving your basket full of groceries in the isle.


Calum was at the studio with the boys, working on new songs. You were going to just leave without saying a word, just disappear from his life, but you couldn’t do that to him. As you sat there, thinking about the incident that occurred earlier, the pain from the few bruises that had formed since that morning becoming more noticeable, you heard the front door open.

“Babe?!” Calum yelled into the apartment, sitting his belongings on the small table next to the door.“I brought McDonald’s!”

You smiled slightly at the gesture and stood from the couch, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He made his way to you, his face frowning up when he noticed the bruise on your face.“What happened to you?”

“I fell down the stairs.“You lied, letting out a light laugh.“I saw a really big spider and panicked.”

Calum smiled at you, but you could still see the worry in his eyes.“You’ve seriously gotta be more careful, babe. A spider wasn’t worth falling down the stairs for.”

“It was huge!” You continued and he let out a laugh this time.

“Anyway, I bought you some chicken nuggets.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You sure?”

“Uh, yeah. I ate already.”

“Well, more fries for me.“He shrugged as he grabbed the bag and went to sit on the couch. You bit your lip nervously, not knowing exactly how to begin…how to break his heart.

It was only when he reached for the remote and looked up to turn on the tv did he notice your luggage sitting in the middle of the living room.

"Why are all of your bags here? Did you finally clean out the closet?” He questioned. You had been irritated about how messy the closet was, yet you never wanted to actually clean it. You were saving it for a day where you actually wanted to be productive and not lazy.

“Uh..somewhat.”

“Come sit down. What are you standing up for?” He asked and continued to eat the fries from the bag.

You couldn’t help but to feel guilty. He didn’t even know what was about to hit him. Calum was sitting there being a smiley ray of sunshine, happily munching on fries and you were about to break his heart.

“Calum, we need to talk.” You saw him tense up, his hand pausing just before it reached in the bag. The two of you had talked about this before, you knew how much those four words caused Calum to do nothing but panic every single time.

“About what?”

“I uh…Look, I love you alot, Calum-”

“You’re really starting to freak me out.” He interrupted. You never called him Calum unless it was something serious, and the guilty look on your face had caused his anxiety levels to rise.

“I’m uh…I-”

“You cheated on me?” He jumped to conclusion.

“God, no. I’d never cheat on you.” You frantically shook your head.

“Is there someone else?”

“No, there’s no other man involved at all. ”

He let out a relieved breath, leaning back against the couch cushions.“Okay, nothing else can be worst than that.”

He had no idea.

“So what’s up?” He said after a few moments of silence and you just decided to blurt it out and get it over with.

“I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going? To see your parents? Cause I’d love to meet them again they were-”

“No, Calum. I’m leaving…” You trailed, biting your lip as you added the last word,“you.”

Silence.

That’s all you got in return; silence. You watched as Calum stared at the bags in realization, letting your words sink into his brain. He bit his lip and stood to look at you, tears pooling in his eyes

“Uh..why are- what did I do?”

“Nothing.”

“Is that the problem? That I didn’t no anything? Was I not enough, I didn’t buy you enough gifts? I didn’t love you enough or-”

“No, Calum, I’m saying you didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on me.”

“But, but why?” You watched his lip tremble and heard his voice crack, and you thought there was nothing more sadder than him in this moment.

“I can’t handle it anymore, Calum. Your lifestyle, the busy schedule, the tours, your fans.” You said ‘fans’ through clenched teeth, now feeling angry instead of hurt by what took place.

“Y/N, please. I can work something out, okay? You can come on tour with me and-”

“Your stupid fucking fans!” You yelled, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“I know they can be a little harsh, babe, but don’t talk about them please.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Calum.” You yelled and now he was really confused. “They can go fuck themselves.”

“Stop it."Now he didn’t know what made you so angry all of a sudden, but he wouldn’t allow you to talk about his fans like that, his girls. The people who helped him achieve what he and his mates had become.

"They think that just because I’m with you I’m some dumb hoe who wants money and fame, so they sit behind their computer all day and talk shit. I’m sick of it Calum, I’m real sick of it.”

“Don’t take your anger out on them.”

“You should tell the bitches the same thing! They’re like fucking animals!”

“Y/N,shut up!”

“Yanno, maybe this is for the best.” You let out a laugh.“ You can’t help the situation, nobody but myself can. Have a nice life.”

“You’re not leaving me without an explanation.” He gripped your arm as you went and turned away.“ Just a few days ago we were talking about forever and now you want to up and leave.”

“Let me go, Calum.” Your eyes watered and you fought hard to keep those tears from running down your cheeks.

“No, Y/N/N. I promise I’ll fix this. I can talk to management and you can tag along with me whenever you like.”

“It’s not that, I just…I don’t want to live like this anymore. Just let me go and I’ll disappear, you’ll never hear from me again.”

“But that’s not what I want, Y/N,” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes,“and deep down that’s not what you want either.”

“It’s what I want, it’s for the best.”

“It’s not and you know it!” He suddenly shouted, letting go of your arm.“ You can’t fucking make me fall this hard in love with you, stay with me for almost two years, talk about a future with me and fucking leave! You’re going to give everything we’ve built up because of a few mean comments from my fans?!”

“No you fucking idiot!” You raised your voice, Calum jumping from the volume. You’ve never screamed at him like that.

“I’m leaving because your insane fans fucking attacked me in Wal-Mart and told me that I was nothing but a fuck toy who wanted fame and money! They called me fat and worthless and ugly, and they stomped the shit out of me and-”

You couldn’t finish, you just sunk down to your knees and sobbed. Calum stared at you in shock, now understanding why you suddenly lashed out about the fans, why you wanted to leave him. He would probably want to leave him.

“Y/N…”

“They even threatened to bring more and kill me, Calum.”

“Jesus Christ.” He sighed, throwing his head back on his neck, raking his hands through his hair.

“I’m covered in bruises and I’m fucking scared.” You mumbled out, wiping the tears from your eyes roughly, looking at your hands. “I can’t live like this anymore, Calum.”

“We can do something about this, Y/N, you don’t have to leave.”

“Yes I do. They’re not going to stop hating me, it’s only going to get worse.”

“Please,” He begged as you stood grabbing your purse from the counter. It was now you had regretted not leaving while he was gone. This was way harder than it should’ve been. He should’ve just let you go.

“I’ll have someone pick up my things.” You pointed to your luggage, not having the energy to take them out to your car. Plus, you were pretty sure Calum wouldn’t even let you.

“Y/N,”His eyes had teared up again and you looked at the ground, not being able to watch him break. You couldn’t give in, and you wouldn’t. This is what was best for you, this is how you would feel safe.” Don’t do this to me,princess. Please.”

Calum reached out for you but you stepped out of his reach, his arm falling limp at his side. You quickly made your way to the door, but just before you could open it he spoke again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing you said as you yanked open the door and slammed it shut behind you, leaving behind the most important person in your life.

three weeks.

fandom: girl meets world
pairing: riley matthews x lucas friar 
word count: 2,466
summary: the three weeks that riley is grounded are probably the worst three weeks of lucas’ life. // or lucas deals with a severe lack of riley in his life. 
notes: so this fic is a response to the latest gmw episode girl meets her monster!!! i decided to write a lil thing about lucas being all sad when riley is grounded so he can’t spend time with her and it ended up being a lot longer than expected, but hey i’m not gonna complain!! it’s far from the best thing i’ve ever written, but i hope you all enjoy it never the less! let me know what you think! 

All and all, the three weeks that Riley is grounded end up being some of the worst weeks of Lucas’ life. Alright, so he’s being a little dramatic, the entire year he was expelled from school and the months and months of living in love triangle limbo definitely were rougher and more exhausting, but that didn’t mean that the three weeks without Riley weren’t tough.

After weeks of living in bliss, spending afternoons and weekends at the Matthews’ house or sitting in Topanga’s with Riley, to suddenly have all their interactions limited to school, Lucas is pretty lost on what to do with himself. Them spending countless hours together outside of school wasn’t a new phenomenon that started when they started officially dating, Riley had always been one of Lucas’ go to people to spend time with, and while he loved spending time with Farkle and Zay, he needed a little bit of variety.

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Colors

(A/N): I fucccckkkiiinnn love soulmate au’s so much, like please keep sending them in.

Request: Can you write another Scarlett Johansson x female reader soulmate imagine where they both meet somewhere in a park and finds out they’re soulmates before kissing each other?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @sxph-t


Originally posted by hailscarlettjohansson

   You sat on some grey park bench, staring down at the charcoal drawing you’d been working on for the last few weeks. The drawing was black against the grey paper, as was everything in your world, the trees, the sky, the grass, it was all varying shades of grey. Not once in your life had you seen any other color than grey and while many attempted to teach you the colors and how they looked you simply couldn’t understand it. 

   Blue is like a a field of flowers, all and satisfying, red is like a spark of anger brewing deep within your bones, and yellow was a soft color that represented warmth and happiness. So no matter how simple or creative the descriptions got you simply couldn’t wrap your head around it. Eventually people got sick of trying to teach you so they gave up, leaving you to fend for yourself. You couldn’t drive, you couldn’t cook, you couldn’t appreciate all this wonder everyone else got to see and all because you hadn’t met your soulmate yet. Only after meeting your soulmate would color ebb into your life, or so some people had told you but as you were nearing your thirties and had yet to meet said soulmate you’d practically given up hope. 

   You sigh as you set the charcoal down, studying your slightly darker hands. Your life was so- so bland and you hated it. So many nights you’d stay up, crying and hoping that you’d meet your soulmate, ever since you were old enough to know what a soulmate was you’d practically been begging to meet them and now- for 29 years you’d been waiting only to turn up empty handed. 

   Before you even know it tears are blurring your eyes as you stare down at your paper, the drawing becoming blurry as you sniffle softly. God, you were so pathetic, crying in public while everyone was out enjoying their day, enjoying color, enjoying their soulmate. A small pained whimper leaves your lips as you set your drawing aside, pulling your knees to your chest as you cry into your legs. You feel even more pathetic as you hear murmuring beside you, most likely mothers whispering about how stupid you were. The thought only spurs your tears on more and you can’t help it when you nuzzle into your legs, a small sob leaving your lips.

    “I’m sorry if I’m intruding but are you okay?” There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder, soft and caring just like the tone that belonged to it. You lift your head up, sniffling as you wipe at your nose. You go to respond to whoever is touching you when it happens- your entire world suddenly explodes with color. The first thing you see is the sky, or blue as some liked to call it, and then the green grass, then to the brown bench, and finally up to the yellow head of hair facing you. 

   It’s a woman, around the age of- Your jaw drops as you realize who it is, just who this person before you is. For one, they were your soulmate, they only person in this universe who belonged to you but secondly it’s Scarlett Johansson, the Scarlett Johansson.

    Many had talked about her beauty, her wonderful skin and beautiful eyes, those gorgeous lips and amazing hair but never in a million years did you think you’d get to see said features up close. 

    “You’re my soulmate?” You question, your voice a bit watery due to the tears still lingering in your eyes. Scarlett smiles and you swear you can see the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she does. 

    “And you’re mine?” You release a relieved laugh as you jump from the bench, engulfing her in one of the tightest hugs you’d ever given anyone. Her arms wrap around your waist as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, her own watery laugh bubbling in her throat. “God, you have no idea how great it is to meet you,” She whispers, her lips ghosting along your neck. You smile a bit as you hold her tighter, happily content to just hold her. 

   "I think I can imagine,“ She pulls back, staring up into your face with the utmost love and fondness, a look you’d rarely ever seen directed at you. 

   "You have the most beautiful face,” she whispers, her slender fingers tracing along your lips. 

   "So do you,“ you whisper, reaching up with one hand to cup her cheek softly. 

   "Can I- can we-” you smile as she stares at your lips, struggling to ask the question. With slow moves you lean in, allowing your lips to brush against hers softly. She gladly kisses back, her lips fluttering against yours. “I love you,” she whispers against your lips, her nose pushes against yours just a bit. “So much, I don’t even know your name but I love you,” you smile, pecking her lips tenderly.

    “I’m (Y/N) and I uh- I already know who you are,” Scarlett smiles as she nuzzles back into the crook of your neck. “I love you too Scar,” you abbreviate her name, the shortened version just rolling off your tongue without a thought. 

   "(Y/N) johansson?“ She asks, smiling against your neck. You nod your head, an all too happy smile overtaking your features. 

   "Or Scarlett (Y/L/N)?” You ask. You can feel Scarlett’s smile against your skin as she peppers er kisses along your shoulder and neck, not stopping until she was satisfied. 

    “So long as our wedding bright and colorful I’m good with either one,” you reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling softly when she turned her head to press a kiss to your wrist. 

   "I’ve always liked the thought of blue, soft and satisfying,“ Scarlett nods her head, nuzzling into your palm.

    "And maybe some yellow too?” She adds, cracking her eye open to glance at you.

    “Anything for you my sweet Scar,” And there the two of you remained for quite some time, soaking in each other and the colors of the world, the blue of a pond, the green of the leaves, the soft reds of some bushes and flowers. It was such a beautiful sight, all these colors, but they weren’t nearly as beautiful as the woman in your arms.

anonymous asked:

How would saeran treat a mc with a similar childhood as him (abandoned by the father and severely abused by the mother)?

Yes. Send me all the Saeran prompts. I have an unhealthy amount of love for this sweet little snowflake. You get headcanons and a mini drabble because I couldn’t decide which one to write so I just did them both~☆

Oh, and I guess this is possibly triggering? If you were fine with the game you’ll probably be fine with this though. If you don’t want to see Saeran mentioning his abuse and his low sense of self worth maybe just skip the drabble and go onto the headcanons, they should be fine!

He didn’t like the way you looked at him sometimes. You went out of your way to talk to him, and then looked at him with those sad eyes whenever he pushed you away.

It was almost like the way Luci– Saeyoung looked at him, except you didn’t look as guilty.

Either way, it bothered him.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he snapped.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m some sad, pathetic thing.” Aren’t I though? “I don’t want your pity.”

“That’s not…” You looked down. “I just know how hard it is to–”

“You don’t know anything!” How could you? You can’t understand what he’s been through so you should stop wasting your time trying.

Once he’d started ranting the words just poured out.

“Do you know what it’s like to grow up knowing your entire life is just an unwanted inconvenience? Do you know what it’s like to be hated and abandoned by everyone? Do you know what it’s like to be fucking tortured by the very person who brought you into this filthy existence?!“

”…Yes.“

You can’t–” Something about your tone made him stop. “What?”

“Yes,” you repeated quietly. “I… I know. My- my mother, she…”

When your words trailed off, he realized he knew the look in your eyes this time. It wasn’t pity, and it wasn’t like Saeyoung’s. He knew this look because he’d seen it reflected in puddles and windows and blank computer screens his whole life.

It was him. He saw himself in your eyes.

Oh,“ was all he could say.

The conversation ended there, but it was enough. You didn’t have to say anything else. With those few words he understood what you were saying.

And… maybe you could understand him too.

Headcanons

  • Not much changes at first after he finds out. He kind of avoids you because he’s not sure what to think.
  • He’s scared at how comfortable he feels around you now.
  • It’s like… you know. He doesn’t have to hide or watch what he says or worry about being expected to explain himself because you already know.
  • He likes it he hates it he wants to talk to you more he never wants to see your face again
  • But you are undoubtedly bonded by your shared experiences, even if he doesn’t want to acknowledge it.
  • It actually really helps him because seeing you is kind of like seeing himself from the outside
  • He thought he was broken, pathetic, pointless. He thought there was no point in going on, because what’s the point in existing like this?
  • But you’re not pathetic.
  • You’re not broken.
  • You’re not pointless.
  • So maybe… he isn’t either?
  • When he looks at you he sees some things that are familiar. The sadness, the darkness in your eyes when you think back on all the pain you’ve suffered…
  • But he also sees warmth. And love. And happiness.
  • And every time you smile it’s as bright as the sun. Like it’s fueled by all the pain and darkness you had to overcome.
  • Just like his brother said all those years ago…
  • He looks at you and sees strength.
  • So maybe, just maybe, he can start to see some of that strength and warmth in himself as well.
Gone Away

Characters- Professor!Sam,Gym Teacher!Dean, Professor!Lucifer, Professor!Cas, Professor!Crowley, Professor!Michael, Professor!Balthazar, Professor!Gabriel, Reader, Professor!Metatron(eww ik, but there is a reason for it), Chuck. Charlie, Jo, Ruby, Meg, and Bela.

Words- 1897

Summary- You’re the new kid and you’re starting a new school. Hoping to change your ways. You weren’t the best kid and you hope things would be better. You figured with your list of teachers you would be on your best behavior. Until you meet Professor Metatron, a group of girls that you never had to deal with before, and your situation at home gets worse.

Warnings- Language, abuse

A/n- Surprise! Here’s the next part the to the Silence series, this got such a positive review that even I was shocked about it. I honestly thought it wasn’t all that great but I am so happy y’all liked it, here’s part three!

Previous Parts- Part One, Part Two

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You were to your classes trying to hide behind your hood. Charlie and Jo trying to pry information from you but you told them little as possible. What is going through everyone’s head? Were they thinking you did something to yourself or someone did it to you. You didn’t know how you were going to handle questions that were bound to be asked.

Walking through the hallway you remembered whose class you had next. Metatrons, the one teacher who hated you the most. You’re parents hadn’t even hated you that quickly. You walked in to see him staring right at you. Trying to make your way to your seat, he stops you.

“No hoods in my class Ms. Y/l/n,” You give him the finger and sit down.

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Fallout Library AU

Hancock looks up at the sky and prays for a tornado to sweep away him and everyone else in this shit little town. The smoke from his cigarette drifts up lazily, not stirred by the faintest breeze. There’s nothing to do. The library is on an intersection at the two main roads that turns into highways leading out of town, but cars meander past as slowly as his smoke.

“Hey, man.”

MacCready flops back to lean against the same brick wall as Hancock is propping up. He wordlessly offers the cigarette to the other man. Mac sniffs at the smoke to check that Hancock had rolled this one with some weed laced in it, as if Hancock ever rolls his cigarettes any other way. But then he sighs and slouches back against the brick.

“Can’t,” he says.

Hancock snorts. “Don’t tell me you have a job interview or something.”

Mac just shrugs, leaving his shoulders hunched up the way he does when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“I mean, I got a guy with clean piss if you need to—”

“I have a kid,” MacCready blurts out.

Hancock blinks at the cloudless sky and looks over at him. “What’d you buy a baby goat for?”

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New Beginnings (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Hey everyone! I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while but I’ve been working on this one-shot the whole time! I’m not kidding you it took me forever. I’m considering writing a part 2 but I’m not sure, please tell me if you’d like a part 2! Also make sure to send in requests! I’m willing to do anyone of the hamilsquad or even actual cast members! 

Basis: Your parents are loyalists but you think otherwise. Because of your beliefs they arrange an engagement to Samuel Seabury. They send you out to hear him speak but during his hearing, Alexander Hamilton interrupts him. You meet Alexander and spend some time with him and end up falling for him. 

Warnings: Departures, heartbreak, tears

Words: 6876 (Yeah now you understand why it took so long)

New Beginnings (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

You looked out unto the wide world before you, dreaming to escape the prison of a household you lived in. You see, you had a problem-a major problem might I add- with your family. Your mother and father were loyalists, they praised the crown. Now when you were a bit younger, you were hearing things about a ‘revolution’ and ‘we will all be free’ and whatnot. Being the child you were, you blabbed to your parents about it, telling them how amazing it sounded. They were beyond upset and worried their precious little girl would turn into a rebel, so they rarely let you go out anymore. You were 16 years old now, and they have finally found you a suitor.

“His name is Samuel Seabury,” Your mother explained, “He is a squire of the king which indicates that he possesses the same ideals as we do.” Your nose scrunched when she said ‘we.’ There was no ‘we’ in this situation, it was them. Although they have tried to lock you up in the mansion you lived in, you found ways to sneak out and educate yourself about the rebels and what they believed. You had to agree for King George was a lunatic with power.

“I see…” You mumbled, gluing your eyes to the ground in disappointment. Your father sighed at your dismay and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Y/N, he is having a hearing today and we would like for you to attend it,” He said, “Your mother and I think it’s best for you to listen to him. Thankfully, the speaker will be your husband and he will help guide you to the right path as a loyalist.” You still studied the red rug beneath your fancy heels.

“Of course, I shall see you both after his reading.” You curtsied and scurried off to your room to prep up. You know your mother would scold you if you did not look the least bit nice. You applied some makeup and put on a lavender dress with white accents. Then you took your hair and put it in a half up half down look. Deciding it was good enough, you left your household and headed off to where Samuel will be speaking.

You were very upset that you were being married off, to a loyalist at that, but you knew this day was coming. You fret the day of the wedding. How will you be able to fall in love with a man who does not share the same opinion as you?

“They do say opposites attract.” You pathetically tried to convince yourself. Having your parents pick the man that you were to be wedded to was not idealistic to you. You wanted to find true love and get out of that damned house.

You finally arrived and saw a box that your soon-to-be husband will speak upon. As you waited, you twiddled your thumbs impatiently, hoping that he sounded a little bit intelligent.

“Hear ye! Hear ye! My name is Samuel Seabury and I present “Free Thoughts on the Proceedings of the Continental Congress!” Heed not the rabble who scream revolution. They have not your interest at heart.”

“I’m already unimpressed.” You thought, completely unsatisfied. Yes, he was attractive with blonde hair and some stubble but-

Your observations were cut short when you heard a deep voice say,

“Oh my God, tear this dude apart.” You glanced over to see a man sporting a grey hat fling an arm around a man, who was much more handsome than Samuel, with black hair in a loose ponytail with blazing blue eyes. Your cheeks became hot and you quickly looked back at Samuel, hoping that he wouldn’t see.

“Chaos and blood shed are not a solution, don’t let them lead you astray. This congress does not speak for me.” Samuel continued, each word he spoke you swear you lost another brain cell.

“Let him be.” This time a man with dark skin had to prevent the handsome man from attacking Samuel. Two more people joined their group, a man with black curly hair in a ponytail with freckles and another with thick hair tied in a bun with brown eyes. You quirked an eyebrow, figuring man would now not go up there and defy a squire.

“They’re playing a dangerous game. I pray the king shows you his mercy, for shame…for shame.” Okay now you were praying this man would stand up to Samuel. How were you expected to marry someone like this?

“Yo!” The audience gasped as the black haired man stepped in front of Samuel. You were shocked as you noted how brave he was for doing that.

“He’d have you all unravel at the sound of screams-” The man began as Samuel went on with his speech.

“Heed not the rabble who scream revolution-”

“-But the revolution is coming! The have-nots will win this-” This man had more guts than anyone you have ever met before and you…loved it!

“-Have not your interest at heart!” Samuel desperately tried to speak louder than the very boisterous man who was up there with him.

“-It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.” The man stated and gasps and whispers spread across the crowd, along with a few chuckles obviously from other rebels. You couldn’t stop yourself from cracking a smile, he was so quick-witted and he spoke his mind. Not only that but he sounded smart as well.

“Chaos and bloodshed-” They both said, might I mention that almost everything they say is simultaneous.

“-are not a solution, don’t let them lead you astray!” Your suitor resumed, he was not willing to be outspoken by a revolutionary.

“-already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk. And what about Boston? Look at the the cost, n’ all that we’ve lost and you talk about congress!” The long haired man was very determined to win this debate they were having and you could tell he was not backing down anytime soon.

“This congress does not speak for me!” Samuel repeated and the opposing man glared at him with a finger pointing at him.

“My dog speaks more eloquently than thee!” The shocked gasps that were once carrying through the crowd suddenly turned into chuckles. People who took the side of the revolution started to become accustomed at this man’s brash but politically correct behaviour.

“They’re playing a dangerous game.” The squire was becoming exasperated with this man and he knew it too which is why a smirk crept its way onto his glowing face.

“But strangely, your mange is the same!” That’s when you laughed a little louder and a little harder, this man knew no restraints!

“I pray the king shows you his mercy.” Samuel said, sliding his finger across his throat. You crossed your arms and had to bite your lip to prevent you from giggling again.

“Is he in Jersey?” ‘Ooohs’ were heard among the crowd of which you joined in on. You were very thankful your parents asked you to come to this, even though they intended different things.

“For shame.” Samuel spat out at him as if he was offended.

“For the revolution!” He pumped his fist in the air, hyping up the crowd.

“For shame!” Samuel made an effort to turn the crowd back to him but to no avail.

“For the revolution!” The sea of people chanted, including you, mimicking what the man did.

“Heed-” Samuel began and you internally moaned as he tried to say his speech again.

“If you repeat yourself again I’m gonna-” The opposer hopped onto Mr. Seabury’s box and got all up in his face as they both say, “-Scream!”

“Honestly, look at me, please don’t read!” The male exclaimed, shoving his hand in front of your suitor’s paper. Samuel became intimidated by this man’s power and if you were in hsis shoes, you would be too!

“Not your interests-” Samuel tried to shove him off of his pedestal but the rebel quickly latched onto his arm to prevent himself from falling.

“Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me!” He ordered as he pulled himself up using the messengers arm, moving his finger back and forth motioning between the two of them.

“Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?” He questioned out to everyone but was interrupted.

“Alexander, please!” The man who tried to hold his friend back before, pulled, who is now identified as Alexander, off the step.

“Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive drop the niceties!” Alexander protested who you now know as Burr.

“Silence! A message from the king! A message from the king!” With that, you stopped listening and rummaged through the onslaught of listeners, searching for Alexander…or Samuel, who you hope you can avoid. You finally neared the edge of the swarm of people and you caught sight of a posse of blue coats. Among them, you saw Alexander. You knew you’d have to throw away your pride saying this but you just had to tell him. You made your way up to him and they all looked at you, wondering what you were going to say. A soft smile graced your lips as you stopped in front of them.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen, my name is Y/N L/N and I would just like to say what you did back there,” You curtsied and then made eye contact with Alexander, “Was very courageous and I most definitely admire you for it.” You felt a blush emminent on your face but that was not a problem for you right now, the real difficulty is if Samuel will find you socializing with this man.

Little did you know that Alexander was mesmerised once he saw you. The soldier was in awe of how pretty you were. He was in disbelief that a beautiful young woman like you would say something like this to him. He was also a little red in the face. His friends could tell that he was practically drooling over you. They’ve never seen him look so…so starstruck! The man before you snapped out of his trance and tenderly took your dainty hand.

“I am Alexander Hamilton, a pleasure to meet you, Ms. L/N.” He instilled as he bowed and kissed your hand softly. Once he stood up, you both noticed that his friends have left you by yourselves.

“I still am in shock you were able to build up the nerve to speak out against Mr. Seabury.” You swooned, you loved how outrageously stupidly intelligent he was.

“It’s really not that big of a deal…” Alexander chuckled out sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. You shook your head.

“Oh but it is, Mr. Hamilton. I know of no one who would dare try to overthrow a squire!” Which was true, not because you came from a family of loyalists, but most people just ignored them and whined about them. Never would they dream of talking back to one for they all feared the king would chop their heads off.

“Well there’s a first for everything, Ms. L/N.” You simpered at his clever response, this man is the exact opposite of how your parents perceived anti-loyalists.

“I guess there is, Mr. Hamilton.” You couldn’t get enough of Alexander, “I must say, you have quite a sharp tongue.” You complimented him.

“Honestly, you flatter me.”

“What can I say? You have the utmost respect from me and have thoroughly impressed me, more than any man has before.” You remarked. Sparks flew between you two. You both talked for a while longer, getting to know one another better, not breaking eye contact and not moving a step away.

Then, realization hit you like a horse and you remembered you were already betrothed to Samuel, the man Alexander currently despises.

“Alexander, much to my displeasure, I regret to inform you that I am already set to be wedded to another man.” A frown was printed onto his mouth.

“Is that so? To who?” You scuffed your heel on the dusty dirt below you in sadness.

“Samuel Seabury.” Alexander looked at you, absolutely puzzled.

“But, Ms. L/N,” The man began, “I am perplexed for you complimented me for refuting your partner?”

“Yes, well, you see it is not exactly my choice of marriage,” You began to explain as you fingered the purple fabric of your dress, “My parents are loyalists and are well-aware of my beliefs on the revolution. They have rejected my view on the matter so they are aiming to change it. Doing so, they think it’s best if I am married off to a squire.” Alexander looked at you, stunned. He felt bad that you were being forced into a commitment you wanted no part in.

“I apologize for that is unfair-”

“It’s alright, I don’t need your pity-” You started after you cut off Alexander.

“-but you do have the right to marry who you want.” Well you’ve never heard that one before.

“How so?”

“Well, all you got to say is ‘no.’” Alexander said it as if the answer was obvious.

“No?” You retorted back to him and he bobbed his head.

“Yeah, ‘No.’ Just like how we are saying no to Britain by fighting in the revolution.”

“Well I’d most definitely prefer not to start a war with my parents!”

“Of course not, Ms. L/N, all I’m saying is you should take a stand. Don’t let people force you to do things you don’t want to do.” Alexander’s philosophy implanted itself in your brain and it made you think. You could say no if you wanted to, stand up for yourself just like Alexander did today. You could tell his words swayed a few supporters of the king waver due to his words.

“Huh, thank you, Mr. Hamilton,” You peeped to your left and saw Samuel who was probably chatting with some loyalists, “It seems I must be going.” You said, upset that you have to depart from this amazing man you just met.

“I presume you’ll write to me, Mr. Hamilton?” He was surprised you said this but complied as you wrote down your address on a scrap piece of paper. Reluctantly, you sauntered away from Alexander and went off to the man whom you’ll soon share a ring with, a bed with, and supposedly affections with. Once Samuel saw you coming over, he said goodbye to the people he was conversing with and focused on you.

“Good afternoon, Y/N, it’s lovely to see you again.” He greeted sweetly as he put his lips on your hand. You didn’t feel as giddy when Samuel kissed your hand as when Alexander did. You had met Samuel once but only briefly for he was mostly talking with your parents, very likely talking about marital arrangements.

“Likewise, Samuel. Your speech was very well done except for the rebel butting in.” You lied and you could tell Samuel was still enraged by Alexander talking over him.

“Oh Y/N you are as kind as ever but we both are well aware that that hearing was a disaster because of him.” Samuel grumbled bitterly. You assured him he still did good and walked off with Samuel elsewhere, spending your afternoon with him.

He wasn’t boring or anything, he was quite nice, but he just wasn’t right. The whole time you were with Samuel, you thought about Alexander and how dreamy he is. You were lucky to be able to talk to such an astonishing man, one that women threw themselves on.

Once you were home and in comfort of your bedroom, a maid brought you a letter. You opened the envelope eagerly and unfolded the parchment inside. It was a letter from Alexander, as you had hoped. You began to read the neatly written message.

My Dearest Y/N,

Of sweet sorrow is it that you are to be married off to a man poisoned by the king himself. It is of tragedy indeed that such of man filled with stupid political perspectives gets to spend the rest of his life with someone as astounding and as alluring as you are. I only loathe to be in his place. I have never met someone with such integrity and intuitive notions as you. I reminisce of the first time I set sights on you today, my friends can vouch for me, I was completely helpless at the sight of your beauty. Y/N, I encourage you greatly to divulge about your engagement to Samuel to your parents. You have a voice, and one day, I swear to you, you shall have the ability of expressing your feelings freely. We rebels will fight for America and become a country of freedom and prosperity. For now, I will be by your side and impede your marriage to him.

Oddly enough, I have only interacted with you once and I feel as if time has passed in our relationship. I would adore to get to know you better so I request that you accompany me to the Winter’s Ball and endorse yourself with others who fancy the same judgment as you. If you choose to accept, meet me at the fountain in town’s square at 6 O’clock tonight.

Yours truly,

Alexander Hamilton

You gushed at his letter. He was such a romantic and had such an empowering way with words. You looked at the time now and saw that it was 4 O’clock. You had enough time to get ready for the ball and come up with a convincing excuse for your parents.

As you sat at your desk, you tried to devise a plan to get out of the house with a convincing alibi. You softly played with Alexander’s note as you contemplated what to say. After consideration, you decided to go with Samuel taking you out to dinner. You stood up and treaded over to your parent’s loft. Once you entered you told them and they said ‘okay’ and ‘have fun.’ You were over the moon that your scheme worked and you got ready in your room.

For tonight, you changed into a scarlet red dress decorated with white fringes at the sleeves, neckline, and hem. You had a pair of white shoes with a buckle and small heel. White tights were wrapped around your legs. Then you had a simple gold necklace with a shiny sleek pearl trapped in gold as the pendant. You then fixed your half up and down look to make it look more elegant. You opted that you looked fine enough and rushed to the fountain to meet Alexander.

Once you arrived you saw him, standing there in all his glory. You became flustered when you noticed how charming he look in his uniform.

“Alexander.” You called out to him. He pivoted at the sound of his name and his eyes enlarged when he took in your appearance. You had this strange effect on him where you would make him utterly speechless. He was enchanted by how gorgeous you looked, especially since the sun was about to go down, the light hit you perfectly.

“Miss L/N-” You put up your hand, signaling for him to stop.

“Please, call me Y/N.” You urged, not accustomed to formalities anymore.

“Of course, Y-Y/N. Call me Alexander then.” He stuttered out and you felt as if you were in Heaven with him.

“Thank you, Alexander.” You chirped happily. He offered you his arm that you linked with his.

“Shall we?”

You both hopped into a nearby carriage and were whisked off to the ball. In the carriage you had a pleasant time. Your lungs filled with exhilaration because this is the first time you’re doing something for yourself in years. You’ve always been terrified of what your parents would do if you did something against their wishes but being here with Alexander, you knew there was no better choice than this. You knew he would protect you somehow even though he was sort of a stranger.

You were currently laughing at one of Alexander’s stories about his friend John Laurens who went black out while his gang went out for a ‘light drink.’

“-and then he walked outside and found a man placing the reins of a horse to a carriage and went up to it. Then John started to talk to it as if the animal was a normal human being.” Alexander babbled, causing you to continue to snigger.

“Lucky for you, you get to meet John Laurens and all my other comrades tonight.” He bubbled cheerfully. This is another thing you respected Alexander for, he wasn’t loyal to the king but he was loyal to his friends.

“I am overjoyed to become of acquaintance with them, they sound…unique.” You concurred, joy rupting inside you.

“Yes indeed, my biggest worry is that they’ll scare you off.” The poetic fellow beside you commented.

“Well if the man who challenged my suitor didn’t send me away then I am unaware of who will.” You declared boldly and the corner of his mouth stretched upward. Alexander scooted closer to you to the point your shoulders touched.

“Is that right?” He coyly inquired, leaning down so your noses brushed together lightly. You felt your heart beat pick up as Alexander gradually placed a hand on your waist. In response, you gingerly rested your hand on his cheek.

“It is.” He brought his lips inches closer to yours, there was almost no distance between you two. You could feel his hot breath hit you. Once you were only moments away from his mouth on yours before the carriage came to an abrupt stop. You yelped in surprise and backed away from Alexander. He detached himself from you and you gaped at each other, both having a rosy tint decorating your cheeks.

“I guess we are here, Y/N.” Alexander emitted and you replied saying a breathless ‘Yep.’ He stepped out the carriage and held out a hand towards you. You gratefully accepted and he helped you out of the coach. You laced your arms together, not exchanging a single word. Who knew that a man who was of great renown for writing and speaking would be tongue-tied with you. You and your escort entered the grand ballroom and you were enthralled by all the decorations, lanterns and candles, and a cloud of hundreds of women in different colored dresses and men in similar uniforms as Alexander.

“It’s magnificent.” You rhapsodize, all agog to be here. Sure, you’ve gone to many events like this since you were a little girl but you were never escorted by a man whom you loved-

Wait, love?

“Come along, Y/N, I am yearning to introduce you to my colleagues.” He urged you and you dipped your head in agreement. He led you across the white tiled floor and you spotted three men waving at Alexander.

“Mon ami,” The man you saw before with a bun hollered, “There you are! We’ve been looking for you.” You both approached the pod of men that you recognized from the day before.

“I-is that a date?” The freckled-face man interrogated, looking you up and down. You squirmed under his inspection. “Ah, I remember you! You’re the girl from before,” He looked at his buddies with a mischievous look, “This is the one Alexander won’t shut up about.”

“Do you mind, John!” Your date snapped at John, the one he was telling you about on the way here.

“Oh right! You are the girl from the hearing!” The man who instigated Alexander to talk out that day, who still sported that grey cap, recalled.

You took the sides of your red dress and dropped into a curtsy, “It is lovely to meet all of you, my name is Y/N L/N.”

“Ah, Y/N L/N, I remember you telling us that. I am Marquis de Lafayette, but Lafayette is just fine.” The man with a french accent injected.

“I am Hercules Mulligan.” The tough-looking male with the hat replied.

“And I am John Laurens.” Freckles said, with a short bend towards you.

“It was wonderful meeting the lot of you.” You acknowledged politely and little did you know that Alexander watched you, admiration flashing in his eyes.

“Likewise, Ms. L/N.” They all countered back. You noted that they were all very sweet after some more small talk but you did not expect them to be so rambunctious. Even so, you took a liking to them and the five of you now share some fond memories.

“Hey, Y/N, may I have this dance?” Alexander asked you and you graciously said yes so he swept you away to the dancefloor. His hand lay on the small of your back while the other balanced your palm in his. You lifted your dress so it was out of your way as you moved your feet in sync with his.

“So, Alexander,” His blue orbs bore in your E/C ones affectionately, “You’ve never told me what your standing is in the revolution.” His pearly whites were revealed as the corners of his mouth parted.

“Well, I work under General Washington, as expected,” He started, “I’m his secretary, or as most people phrase it, his ‘right hand man.’” You were dumbfounded. He had such an important job for he literally worked for General Washington.

“Alexander, that’s spectacular!” You cooed, feeling fortunate enough to be ushered by a man like him.

“It is not that big of a deal-”

“But it is, Alexander! I mean, I knew you were skilled with the quill considering how well-written your letter was to me but wow!” Saying you were shocked was an understatement, it seems as if Alexander keeps on getting better and better the more you get to know him.

“Well, I had no idea you would react this way.” He admitted to you. Alexander was thinking that you were going to scoff at him since he didn’t command a troop.

“Well I did, Alexander.”

The night finally came to a wrap and most folks headed out, including you and Alexander. As you waited for your horse-ran vehicle to come along, you noticed a pained expression etch itself onto Alexander’s features.

“Alexander? Are you alright?” You enquired, distraught about the non-stop war vet. He peered at you meekly and gave you a solemn smile which made your chest pang of sadness.

“Do not be of concern, my dearest Y/N, it’s just that,” He took a long pause before perusing up into the night sky, “I am upset that you will be marrying someone else soon.” You fixated your gaze at the grass below your shoes. Then, adrenaline rushed through you and your fingers wrapped around his biceps.

“A wise man once told me that I should speak for myself and just say no.” You mused and he looked at you with a cocky smirk.

“Sounds like a smart man.” Alexander quipped arrogantly.

“Yes, but he tends to ride on his high horse a lot.” You teased and his eyebrow twitched.

“I’d prefer to call it ‘confidence.’” The secretary exhorted and you chuckled.

“Is that so? How much confidence does this man possess?” You beseeched for an answer,  trying to play with him. You were curious as to what his reply would be.

“Enough to do this.” He pressed his lips onto yours, pulling you in for a kiss. Although you were clearly taken aback, you had the decency to close your eyes and kiss him back. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach as he put his hands on your hips. You affectionately latched onto him as you melted into the tranquility of his touch. You wish time froze and you could relish this moment forever but, as you know, all good things come to an end. He pulled back and you both regained air and your posture, much to your dismay. Still in a trance, you brought up your pointer and middle finger to your lips, feeling the ghost of Alexander’s pair. Then, Hamilton brought your figure into an embrace. You snuggled into his chest, taking in his scent.

“Pen ink and soap.” You noticed after taking in his body cologne.

“Y/N,” You felt him rest his chin on the top of your head, “I am not sure if this sounds rash but I’m in love with you.” You felt all the blood rush to your cheeks as your jaw dropped and you pulled back to look at his manner. You had to check if he was being serious because you never thought that Alexander Hamilton would just confess his love for you.

“Alexander-” He interrupted you and said, “I know you are banded by rings to another, but I can’t help it. The way I feel is uncanny and I seemed to be falling deeper for you every second we spend together. Y/N, I find myself longing for you when we are parted and if I could court you, then I’d be happy and I know you would be too. I know you can’t stand that Samuel-” You cut him off with a chaste kiss. Your digits lingered on his strong jawline as one of his hands intertwined with your hair. You both became red, despite the fact you have both already shared this heartfelt action. You pulled back and rested your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Alexander.” In response he gave you a quick peck. After the pure confessions were exchanged, your carriage arrived. Hamilton helped you into the mobile and you took a spot on the velvet seats. He plopped right next to you and scooped you in his arms. Your head was on his broad chest. He began to hum in a soothing way and you listened to the melody.

You marveled upon the situation at hand and you wouldn’t want it in any other way. Now you just had to work out out how to tell your parents. You couldn’t just go up to them and be all like,

“Hey mom, hey dad, what’s up? So like I just kissed this revolutionary and fell ass first in love with him so like, hate to break it to you, but I’m totally not in love with Samuel, cause…like…loyalists. Don’t lose your chill but I’m gonna go off and marry General Washington’s right hand man who actually testified Samuel during his declaration!” That just isn’t how the world works. You craved to be Alexander’s wife and you had no sort of desire for Samuel.

You finally arrived back at your house and you started to feel a little anxious. You had a bad feeling about this.

“Alas, our night must be cut short,” Alexander’s smooth voice eased you, “But do not worry, my love, we’ll be together again.” He gently touched your lips with a kiss filled with assurance. You (reluctantly) got out of the coach. You told Alexander to stay in the car as you did not want your parents to see him.

It was currently 8 O’clock and you were sure your mother and father would be up, waiting to hear how the “dinner with Samuel” went. You gulped feeling rather on edge, you had to tell them about Alexander and the truth of your whereabouts were tonight. You just couldn’t bear being Mr. Seabury’s partner. The doors to your large estate were opened and you stepped into the eerie room. You saw your parents standing there, prideful looks on their faces.

“So tell us, how was Mr. Seabury?” Your mother beckoned you to tell them as she walked up to you, excitement laced in her tone. You felt a deep weight on your shoulders, your parents really wanted you to be with Samuel. You felt awful for ignoring their intents but you just could not help it. Alexander enlightened you to a world you’ve never seen before and you didn’t want to go back.

“He was…” You had seconds thoughts of telling them, “…not there.” You released your secret out to them and you saw the color drain from their faces. Your father looked at you and laughed, the sound wavering a bit due to nerves.

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Your father queried. Sweetheart. You’ve never been called that by him. You clenched the fabric of your dress in anger.

“I’m saying that I was not with him,” You admitted, sticking your chin up, “I was at General Washington’s Winter Ball and I was accompanied by his right hand man.” Your mother’s for once kind and generous smile instantly faded and your dad looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“What do you mean-” Your mother began but you stopped her questions.

“I mean what I said, I was at a rebels event and my partner was none other than Alexander Hamilton himself.”

“Alexander Hamilton?” Your father bellowed and you swallowed a lump in your throat, fear rising up. “The one who dared to speak against Samuel? Out of all the rebel scum, you picked the one who testified the man who is to court you?”

“Samuel is not the one who will court me!” You foretold with tears threatening to spill.

“Apologize!” Your father shouted at you as he comforted your mom, who was distressed and in disarray about the problem at hand. You gritted your teeth and slashed your arm, knocking over a vase filled with red roses.

“I can’t apologize for falling for a man who has different beliefs than you!”

“No, this man is one who opposes the king, the one our family, including you, is loyal too!”

“I have never loyal to the king and I never will be!”

“You’ve gone mad!”

“No, father,” You glowered at him as droplets of salty liquid stained your skin, “I am madly in love with a revolutionary.”

With that you ran, you ran as fast as you could to your bedroom. You flung open the doors as maids and butlers came to your aid to console you. You refused to be solaced so you shut the doorway and collapsed on your king-sized bed. You sobbed, feeling awful for betraying your parents trust.

Amidst your teary vision, you looked to left and found a wooden box on a shelf. You didn’t know what its contents were, so you halted your crying and walked over to it. You took the box and opened it. You regretted it after you did so. You saw all the memories with your parents inside it.

You took out the first item which was a knitted princess doll. You commemorate back to when you first received this present, when you were 5.

“Happy Birthday, darling!” You walked into your home and saw streamers and confetti strung across the halls. You saw your friends cheering in the back with your kind servants among them. In front of the throng of people were your parents filled with joy. They strolled towards you and crouched down so they could match your height.

“For being a great, loyal daughter, and for aging a year.” Your mom jested and handed you a knitted doll. You became excited and hugged them, full of love and compassion.

“Thank you!”

A frown adorned your face as you remembered. A ball was held for you that night and it was glorious. When you told them you didn’t think the rebels were so bad, you got no more presents from them, no more balls were held in your honor, and no more love was sent your way.

Then you pulled out a ruby necklace, a silver ring, and letters that were filled with sentences hand-written by your parents that reminded you that they cherished and adored you. As you scanned the parchments, you were searching for some kind of sign of where it all went wrong. How did the lose their affection for you so fast, so easily? You softly wept again, noticing that of you left now, it would make no difference in their lives. They already disowned you.

You then thought about Alexander and his letter to you. You scrambled upward and dashed to your pillow. You rummaged through the pillow case until you found the piece of paper that he mailed to you. You read his words once more and you understood that he gave what your parents stopped giving you long ago.

Love.

You knew that it was time to depart from the nest and surround yourself with people who treated you like an equal. You needed to move on. So, you stuffed all the objects back into the chest and grabbed some matches. You went over to your mantle with all the stuff you gathered. You shoved some logs into the fireplace and placed the the case among the wood. You took a deep breath and struck a match. Then, you threw it on the box that held all the good mementos from long ago. Ones that will never exist again. You stood there and watched it crackle and blaze on the hearth. You were glad to watch it burn once and for all. You now finally felt the urge to start a new chapter in your life with Alexander Hamilton. You wrote him a message, telling him to meet you early tomorrow at 8 O’clock. You then gave it to a maid so she could send him the epistle. Finally feeling unrestricted, you went into a deep slumber on your bed.

The next morning, you had a brown suitcase that carried all of your belongings. You held your head up and stalked down the white marble staircase. Your parents were on the top of those very same stairs, watching as you went away. When you were younger, you imagined that when you went off with a man, they would be crying out of joy, not out of anger and resentment. Butlers pulled out the doors so you could exit.

For a very short, solemn second, you turned around to have one last look at your kin. Your eyes met with your father’s weary pair. You saw how much older and more tired he has gotten since you were a child., back when you were naive. You saw a hint of something you didn’t expect to see in your father right now. Happiness. To avoid any emotional breakdowns, you twisted forward and never glanced back.

You saw Alexander waiting for you in front of the same carriage from last night. You felt all the sorrow wash away as you saw him beam at you with that handsome smile of his. You laughed and he resounded the same tune. You ran into his arms and leaped, allowing him to spin you around. He set you down and smashed his lips on yours, reeling you into a sweet kiss.

“Is it safe to assume your parents aren’t fond of me?” He asserted jokingly and you gave a quiet chuckle.

“Well, you and I are in the same boat.”

“So they love me?”

“They would if they met you.” You claimed as your eyes began to water up. Alexander looked at you and took your delicate hand in his reassuringly. You gave him a weak grin but that made him look at you sadly.

“Y/N, if this is going to tear your family apart, I don’t think this is the best idea.” He cautioned, releasing your hold. Your hand instantly missed his warmth.

“No, I have never been happy in that house, they treated me like scum and locked me up so I could never be exposed to the other side of the revolution. I need this, Alexander, I need you.” You confessed, a blush coating your complexion.

“Well then,” He held his arm out to you, “Shall we?” You gladly took his arm and went into the carriage.

“Y/N, I love you and I promise as long as I’m alive I’ll be here for you.”

“Likewise, Alexander, my love will never cease for you.”

As you and Alexander went off to start new lives with each other, your parents grimaced. Your father’s hold on your mother tightened as she wailed. Little did you know, your father was glad that you found someone that would love you forever. At first, he didn’t think Alexander was right for you but after witnessing that scene that took place in the courtyard, he knew that you would live a jubilant life with him.

“Do you think she will ever come back, Ronald?” Your mom bawled.

“No,” he sighed, “I don’t think she will, Elise.”

“Oh, God, what have we done.” Elise clamored as she used her hands to cover her face.

“At least we know our daughter will be overjoyed to be with the one she loves.”

“With a revolutionary?”

“Yes, a revolutionary that loves her with all his heart.” You father cordially smiled at his wife and snaked his arm around her waist, “Now come along, let us go eat our breakfast.” And with that, your parents paced over to the dining hall to eat.

e)(o  Halloween AU

A/N: I wote this because I’m a hoe for Halloween and supernatural stuff and I hope everyone likes it! I actually came up with a lot of ideas whilst writing this, so if anyone is interested in me continuing this as a series please tell me! x

Summary: See what happens when EXO as supernatural creatures meet in a secret lounge on Halloween (sorry this is a shitty summary I didn’t know what to write lol)

warnings: blood, gore, death, mentions of sex (literally pure sin)

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My 6 inch heels clacked on the empty pavement as I strut down the lonely, narrow street. What would be painful for normal human kind felt numb to me. I’d worn these shoes for the past years, never taking them off for longer than a few hours. The moon lit up the night, almost too bright for someone of my kind. The pathetic young man’s desperate cry was still present in my head.

„Please don’t kill me,“ he had begged. And then I remember my breathy laugh as his blood was dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My previously red dress now had a deep, blood red stain on its front. The smell lingered in my nose, but sadly it would soon be gone. I licked around my lips, trying to get every last drop of the sweet, red liquid I lived on. From around the corner I could hear children’s excited shouts and squeals as they went from house to house, asking for candy. It’s funny, really. Don’t adults always tell their kids not to take candy from strangers? Halloween had always been obscure to me, back in my days we didn’t celebrate it. Not the way they do now. It’s not about scaring ghosts and evil creatures away no more. It’s about parties and dressing up and candy. Oh how I hate the word candy. Although scaring us creatures of the night away had never worked anyways. We’ll always find our way back to you, you just wait, humans.

There they came. A little girl, dressed as a princess with bright hair and a blue dress bounced past me, her eyes following my figure just shortly, as she was fixed on the next house she would knock on. Silly, silly little girl. Who knows what would await her behind the door? I could think of a few things. The next group of kids I passed seemed to give me more attention. A girl dressed as a cowgirl stared at the red stains on my skin as if she was possessed. I chuckled and fastened my steps. From afar I could make out the music playing in my favorite club. Not that vampires go to clubs, no way, the music is deafeningly loud for us. But this club is different. Out the backdoor of it, that’s where I was really headed. I slowly got sick of walking and started running. Given human speed, it would’ve taken me another 20 minutes to reach my destination. Now it took me less than one. Fake spider webs and skeletons were hanging on the front wall of the building, attracting young people just like death attracted demons. The bouncer stared at my chest, I wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that my boobs looked great tonight or if it was the blood, but I didn’t mind. One sweet smile in his direction and he let me in, hypnotized by my spell.

“Thank you,” I coaxed, my voice dripping like honey as I ran my nails along his neck. The lively pulse underneath his skin captured my senses for a second. The guy was lucky I had just fed. The music that could even be harmful to humans felt like hammers pounding against my eardrums. Yet I enjoyed the scene in front of me. Drunk, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor, vibrating vivacity lingering in the air. I often wondered what being alive felt like, since I had no memory left of it. A young woman smiled in my direction, complementing my ‘costume’ with her eyes. Silly, silly girl. I smiled back, flashing my sharp teeth at her, at which she seemed to light up even more. If only she knew. But she didn’t, and because it was Halloween, no one did. Halloween was the one and only night monsters could freely walk among humans, not having to worry about showing too much of themselves, because nowadays costumes got more and more realistic. Silly humans, can’t tell tomato sauce from their own kind’s blood. My eyes fixed on the black door with the small 'private’ sign on it. The strong smell of death crept into my nose the second I had entered the lounge. It was a stone old room without windows. Red satin sofas lined the walls, at the back of the room was a bar, held in dark wood. Old lamps spent sparse, pale light, but not that I needed it anyway. The dark ceiling had cracks in it, here and there was a dried splash of what could’ve only been blood. It was fairly quiet, my steps drawing attention to my figure walking through the room, familiar faces looking my way as I smirked at them, heading straight for the bar. Chanyeol’s red hair was the first thing I noticed about him, and as the demon turned my way I stared into his fully jet black eyes. Underneath his half-opened black shirt I could make out scars from years ago, as well as some new ones.

“Ah, I love Halloween,” I sighed, leaning against the frame of the bar, letting my eyes run over the few visitors that were in the lounge. All of them frequenters, just like me. It was too early for a lot of guests to be here already, but I liked being early. It’s not like I had any duties. In the corner of the room I spotted Xiumin and Chen, sitting comfortably by a table across from each other. Xiumin’s green hair wasn’t what made him special. It sure drew attention to him, but not nearly as much as his cat pupils did. He wore a silver leather jacket and black skinny pants. For some reason warlocks always seemed to adapt to the current fashion perfectly. Being around 350 years old, he didn’t mind people staring at his special eyes anymore. And neither did his best friend, and by best I mean only friend who was still alive. Other than Xiumin, who simply had different kind of eyes, Chen had a third eye on his forehead. There was no way he could ever explain that to human kind, but he didn’t need to. His abilities allowed him to make the eye disappear with the snap of two fingers whenever he went outside. He gave me a quick wave when he noticed my look on him, and I returned it. Behind me, Chanyeol cleared his throat.

“You got blood?” I asked, now spinning around to look at the only demon I knew personally and didn’t feel the deep desire to kill.

“Other than the blood that’s in my veins, I don’t,” he replied, making me huff.

“Stop acting as if you’re more human than I am, black eye,” I said, making him chuckle. When he sent me an apologetic look, I shrugged and made my way over to the wall-length mirror in the corner of the room. No one knows how long he’s been there, but the dreamy boy with the white clothes and black ruffled hair always made my day better. I jumped when a black snake suddenly crawled out from underneath a table, raised in front of me and hissed dangerously. I felt the urge to kick it, but I wasn’t in the mood for a bar fight, so I simply raised my voice.

“Who’s missing a black, very pesky snake?”

Seconds later Xiumin knelt in front of me, picking the animal up and hanging it around his neck like a piece of jewelery. Its tongue moved in and out of its mouth as it relaxed at the smell of its owner.

“I apologize for his behavior, he is not usually like this,” Xiumin said, smiling at me in repentance. Having a warlock as powerful as Xiumin apologize to you for a such thing was definitely not a downside, so I decided to accept his excuse and smiled back at my friend. His pupils were big due to the darkness, but they still kept the cat-like shape I had gotten used to long ago. As he walked away I continued my way through the labyrinth of tables, over to the mirror. All I gazed at was my own reflection. I waited a few seconds, knowing Yixing it would take him a few moments to notice me, so I leaned against a pillar behind me. For the second time this night I got startled, my annoyance rising as Kai’s fluffy haired head peeked out from behind, or rather through the mirror.

“Goddamn Kai! How many times have I told you to stop doing that?” I complained.

“Exactly 42 times that is, m'lady,” he spoke, sitting down on the floor in a cross-legged position. He’d never told me how he died, I assume he didn’t remember himself, but his clothes looked like they were from another century and the way the ghost spoke was only slowly adapting to the 21st century slang.

“Hello,” Lay’s soft voice spoke as he appeared in the mirror next to me. I watched him hug me, but all I felt was a gentle breeze of air coming my way. Both Xiumin and Chen had wasted entire nights trying to get him out of the mirror, but nothing seemed to work, and there he was, stuck inside his little world that was whatever was behind the dirty glass. I smiled at him gently.

“You know, they’ll catch you one day if you walk around with all that blood on you,” he worried, gazing at my dress.

“That gent is right, m'lady!” Kai spoke, looking up at me innocently.

“Don’t worry, it’s Halloween,” I explained. “No one suspects anything on Halloween.”

“Oooh Halloween,” Lay swooned. “I miss Halloween…”

I had never felt protective of anyone, not before I had encountered the dreamy, messy haired Yixing inside the mirror, and even to the 'I-take-everything-you-say-literally’ – Kai I felt a little like a mother.

“Thy evening shall be hallowed, then!” he exclaimed and with another quick move he was gone. Through the ceiling. Yixing tried to follow him with his eyes, but he only had so much room to look from where he was captured.

“Do you remember Halloween?” I asked him.

“When I was little I dressed up as a bunny and we played the game with the apples…,” he said. His voice always sounded as if he was deep in thoughts, somewhere completely else, but somehow still here. “If you excuse me.”

And then, before I could say anything else, he disappeared as well. Just on time, because that’s when I smelled it. Blood. Flesh. My nose held high, I strut down the room, stopping at the table Kyungsoo sat at. You see, zombies aren’t the way people portray them to be in the movies. They’re not stupid, they can in fact speak very normally and they’re not thinking about eating brains all day long. Although it probably was what Kyungsoo was thinking about at that moment. I’d seen him around a few times, seen him feed a few times. And let me tell you, if one says vampires are messy eaters they haven’t seen a zombie eat. The pieces spread out in front of him I could only identify as parts of a brain, still covered in delicious smelling blood that made my insides tingle.

“You mind sharing?” I swiftly asked, but quickly moved backwards when he growled at me threateningly. From previous experience I knew that zombies weren’t to mess with, not even if you are a vampire. Once your brain’s gone, your immortality is as well, so I slowly walked away, slightly annoyed that I didn’t get any of the blood when the smell was still blinding all my senses. That changed quickly as I roamed the room with my eyes once more. I grinned when I spotted Sehun next to Baekhyun, sitting on a sofa, their feet on the small table in front of them. I could see the little drips of blood on Sehun’s skin from afar.

“You got a lil something there,” I said, confident his vampire hearing was good enough to understand me while I pointed at my neck, showing him the spot I was talking about.

“Wanna lick it off?” he replied, smirking at me from across the room. I debated whether to go over for a second, but when I recalled the countless hours I had spent with Baekyhun and Sehun, both being of my kind, remembering how they could make me feel, my vampire speed carried me onto Sehun’s lap in the blink of an eye. I didn’t say hi or greet them in any other way because I was too busy licking and kissing Sehun’s neck, tasting not only the blood but also his own taste. He always smelled like the woods, like nature. I assumed it was because that’s where he spent most of his time. Baekhyun, on the other hand, carried the scent of roses, which ignited my cells as he moved behind me and began planting kisses on my shoulder. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, allowing Sehun to bite along my front neck, where the young man’s blood still stuck to me like a precious perfume. From somewhere I could hear an indignant hem and voices. Slowly, I pushed the two men off me and met eyes with the black ones of Chanyeol. He was shaking his head in disgust.

“What is it with you vampires and having orgies wherever you go?” he questioned.

“Wanna join?” Baekhyun asked the demon, who he was surprisingly good friends with, smirking at me.

“Let the kids have some fun,” Chen threw in from across the room.

“Kids?” Sehun protested. “You’re not that much older than me!”

“Son, I’ve already drank with Shakespeare, don’t provoke me,” Chen spoke calmly. Sehun shut up at his words, but sent him a glare nonetheless. Suddenly, Baekhyun and Sehun both stared at me as the three of us listened closely. Somewhere outside the building we could hear howling.

“Werewolves,” I grumbled through gritted teeth. Chanyeol immediately shook his head in my direction. He was trying to remind me of what happened. Last week I’d had a fight in here, a couple tables got smashed and some of the blood spots on the ceiling might have been caused by me.

“What was I supposed to do? He threatened to hunt in my territory!” I defended myself, knowing what Chanyeol was thinking about.

“You could’ve solved your disagreements somewhere else than in my lounge,” he spoke calmly. I huffed and leaned back into the soft sofa, Sehun and Baekhyun on either side of me. “Don’t you dare start something like that again.”

“We’ll continue this later,” Baekhyun muttered under his breath, referring to the fact that we had just started making out a few minutes ago.

“Oh please, that’s what you call whispering? Even I heard that, and my ears are pretty much non existent,” Kyungsoo now threw in, making Sehun chuckle lightly. That moment the door on my left opened, and I could smell the dog before I had even taken a look at him. His name was Suho and he was the leader of the biggest pack of werewolves I’d ever encountered. But that didn’t intimidate me one bit. His leather jacket hugged his muscular body tightly as he coolly walked through the lounge. I snarled at him dangerously.

“Calm your tits, blood sucker,” he spit. “I’m just here to have a drink. Or a couple.”

My eyes followed his every move like a predator eying their prey, and so did Sehun and Baekhyun’s. Chanyeol handed him a drink, and in silence we watched him down one, two, three shots in a row. He only gave short answers when Chanyeol asked him what he was up to. When he ran his hand through his hair I only noticed how fed up he seemed. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the lit up screen.

“What did you say that was called?” Lay asked from his mirror in the corner, directing everyone’s eyes to his interested gaze. At his words, Suho smiled. That’s right, werewolves sometimes smile.

“It’s a smart phone,” he told the boy in the mirror, walking over to him. At that moment I was convinced: Only Lay could turn an alpha into a puppy.

“How can it be smart? It’s a metal box, isn’t it?” the black haired boy questioned, rubbing his head in confusion. Suho came closer, chuckling.

“Here, this is called taking a 'selfie’,” he said before holding up the phone so the camera pointed to the mirror where Lay stood. Sehun snorted in amusement next to me. After the short click the wolf checked the screen, but just as we all had expected, his face fell. Taking a photo of Lay was impossible, he simply didn’t show up on it. Meanwhile I was distracted by a very needy Baekhyun nibbling my neck, licking off the remaining blood, humming in content.

“Baek,” I whispered, signaling him to stop before someone would start complaining again.

“I’m so hungry,” he whined. “I hope some stupid human finds their way in here tonight, I’m dying of hunger.”

“Alloweth me to remindeth you that thou are already dead, sir,” Kai suddenly spoke, appearing from the ceiling. Baekhyun shot him an annoyed glance, but I grinned. That second the black door opens another time, and I am met with a familiar face. The girl who had smiled at me in the Club was looking inside, and I smiled innocently when I spied her. I could practically hear Sehun’s fangs grow bigger as the girl remembered my face and came inside. When she spotted the predatory way every single person in the room looked at her, it was already too late to turn around. And for once in this evening, all creatures in the room seemed to agree on something.