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The Five Times You Encounter Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2,914

Warnings: Drinking. 

A/N: I missed writing Dean, so this happened :) Hope y’all enjoy! Let me know ^^ 

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


Five Years Old
There is a new kid in your kindergarten class. He’s quiet, has freckles all about his tiny face, and wide green eyes. He stands next to the teacher as she introduces him to everyone and you smile widely when you realize that the only open seat in the classroom is the one next to you.

A new friend and you’re thrumming with excitement as he takes his seat next to you.

“Dean!” you exclaim, making him jump.

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Things We Wish We Could Change

Originally posted by jaded4fox

Request:  Hi could I request a batsis story? She is Bruce’s biological child but she didn’t become a vigilante so they tend to ignore her (not on purpose but they’re always busy with a case). She goes away for university and when none of them show up to her graduation she decides to cut ties with them.  After a few years (maybe 3 or 4) she gets married to a wealthy businessman and they had a kid(s) together. The batfam didn’t realize that she cut ties with them because of all their cases they thought that she was still at school, when they realize that they haven’t seen her in a while they try to find her. The end is up to you.

Pairing:  Batfam x reader, Ryan(oc)x reader

Summary: You are the forgot Wayne. Forgotten not on my by the public but your own family as well. If you aren’t worth remembering to them then they aren’t worth it to you.

Words Count: 2,750 My longest fic to date!

Genre: Angst

Notes:  So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.

The reader in this is a little older than Jason

~REQUESTS ARE OPEN~



“Alfred, when will daddy be home?” 5 year old you asks as the old butler tucks you into your bed.

Alfred’s face falls a bit, but it doesn’t last as he saves face and gives you a reassuring smile.

“You must be mistaken, your father is home mistress (y/n).”

“Then why don’t I see him ever? Why doesn’t he tell me goodnight?” you ask curiously. Back then you were just innocent and naive, you didn’t know why your father was never around, why you weren’t aloud to go into his library, what the big bangs coming from below the house were. You couldn’t explain to your teachers why you never saw your daddy for more than an hour a week if you were lucky or why your butler came to your open houses not your father.  You couldn’t explain why the other boy that lived in the house treated you like you had the black plague.

You see Alfred become physically defeated, “I’m sorry mistress, there are some things even this wise old man doesn’t know.”

You are let down by the answer but you didn’t let Alfred see it.

“It’s OK Alife! no one could know everything” you stress in your little childlike way.

Alfred smiles, “Goodnight (y/n).”

“Goodnight!”

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Double Shot - Part 2

Characters - Steve x Reader, OFCs (@bovaria & me), Thor Odinson, Bucky Barnes

Word Count - 1411

Warnings - Language

AU - Coffee Shop

A/N - Did I meantion that this is supposed to be a drab series? I keep hitting over 1k words but yeah. I’m not gonna lie, this is my favorite part so far that I’ve written. Stick with me, there will be more Steve. As I’ve said - slow burn! Enjoy the ride.

Part 1

Your days off were the most cherished days of the week. It was the time that you could just relax, spend time with your friends and not have to be on your feet for nine hours at a time. You did, however, find yourself waking up way earlier than you wanted to.

Though it was a solid five hours after your normal rising time, you were stirred from your sleep by the sound of a voice singing loudly from downstairs. Knowing who it was didn’t make matters any better; you couldn’t be mad at her if you wanted to. It was nearly eleven at this point, but you really wanted to get a bit more sleep. Grabbing one of your pillows, you rolled onto your stomach and squeezed it around your head in an attempt to drown out her voice, but it was no use. Accepting defeat, you got out of bed and started for the door.

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anonymous asked:

Let him rest? Who the hell do you think you are? Louis is not a helpless child. He's a grown ass man, he's rich, he's got an adorable son, a hot girlfriend. He gets paid to walk around in fancy clothes and sip coffee. Why the fuck do you act like people should feel sorry for him? Aren't you ashamed to act like this when so many people around the world struggle with REAL issues?

Okay, anon. Okay.

Let us imagine for a moment that we are two separate and yet civilised bloggers. 

Let us imagine that we are both fans of Louis Tomlinson, and as such take an interest in his general wellbeing, as well as support him in his work.

Let us imagine, that you, dear blogger, saw a three word tag on a post that I wrote, one made up of nine words.

Let us imagine that you read the words ‘Just a happy hug for Louis. Pass it on’ and then clicked into my original post and saw the tags ‘one less thing to worry about’, ‘let him shine’ and  'let him rest’.

Let us imagine that in seeing this, for reasons best known only to you, you chose to focus on the three words ‘let him rest’.

Let us imagine that without choosing to ask, or to seek context as to why I would have made the post to begin with, let alone used those three particular words, you then instead chose to send me a cowardly anonymous message.

Let us imagine that I attach no shame to what I choose to blog about, and that instead I choose to blog about things that I find positive, or wish to raise awareness of, as well as things I enjoy.

Let us imagine, anon, that you are unaware of the fact that I am a real life activist, and that I have in fact been to parliament to discuss real life issues with real life MPs.

Let us imagine, that you anon, recall before you press send, that you know nothing about me, my life, nor the REAL issues, I, nor anyone around me, face.

Let us imagine, anonymous person who came to my blog with the express purpose of sending me this message, that you cannot in fact imagine what it was like, like I, to be raised in the shadow of sectarianism.

Let us imagine, anonymous grey box of safety you choose to hide behind, that every day of my career, I work assisting people whom I was inspired to support, after my mother lost the vast majority of her hearing and was injured in a bombing when I was five years old.

Let us imagine, person presumably too ashamed of their actions to use their real name, that no, I am not ashamed to act with compassion and empathy, and to have a post reflect those parts of me.

Let us imagine that I, a fan of Louis Tomlinson, used those three words, because I was happy to see that he will not face charges in a case that I feel should never have been brought against him in the first place.

Let us imagine that I used the words ‘let him rest’ because I am happy that instead of having the shadow of the aforementioned case (and the way certain people chose to report it) hanging over him, I hope that he can instead now get some respite, away from this particular kind of exposure.

Let us imagine, that while I understand that everyone experiences and deals with grief in the way that is personal and right for them, that grief is something I sadly understand all too well.

Let us imagine then, that as someone who in the past few years alone, has lost five of my cousins (including one to suicide, the pain of which I talked about in depth here), my aunt (who was like a grandmother to me), my uncle (who was in fact buried today), and my father, who died aged fifty-nine (and whom I didn’t even get to say goodbye to, because he passed away with no warning), knows a little bit about grief and how it can weary you.

Let us imagine that within the scope of my experience, I feel, personally, that while we all handle grief differently, that the one thing you do not need when grieving is more external stressors in your life, because grief is an all consuming experience (tiring in a way that you cannot know until you have lived through it), that no amount of money, sipping coffee, or fancy clothes can assuage.

Let us imagine that I, someone who has experienced the life changing blow that is losing a parent, empathises with Louis Tomlinson in this instance, and that I hope he is able to relax a bit and rest a little more (something that in and of itself is open to interpretation) with one less of those external stressors to worry about.

Let us imagine, anon, that you have not experienced even a fraction of such a monumental emotion (because I would not wish it on anyone), and that you can find it within yourself to understand, to examine context, and to use critical thinking regarding the words of someone who has, and who in turn chose to make a small statement on their own blog regarding it.

Let us imagine, dear anon, that we live in a world where people think before they speak, where someone who is grieving can visit a site they enjoy for some respite from said grief, and where unchecked denigration and spewing vitriol are not the norm. Where people consider their words and how they will carry them with them (because carry them they must), before they send a stranger an anonymous message on the internet.

Imagine THAT.

Love is patient,
except sometimes, it isn’t. like when you’ve already gone months without seeing her and you’re so badly yearning for more of her that it hurts, it hurts you deep in your core. like when you can’t wait to be with her again, like when you want so badly want to make up for lost time; to trace the patterns of freckles on her shoulders that you haven’t felt in so long; to kiss her and lose yourself in her again like you did the first time, like you haven’t done in so long. like when you’re in a hurry to become us all over again and waiting just one more day is enough to drive you crazy.

love is kind.
except sometimes, it isn’t. because sometimes love is hearing a sound and thinking for a split second that she’s here with you, only to realize a moment later that you are waking up alone after she’s already woken up hours before you, miles away from you. and it’s cruel, it’s cruel to love someone you can’t be with, it’s cruel to love someone you can’t comfort when she’s upset and crying, it’s cruel to love someone you can only reach through text messages and phone calls. they’re enough to get you through the day, but never enough at the same time. 

It does not envy,
except sometimes, it does. because there are people who are able to take her out to dinner, to go to the movies with her, to go over her house and just sit there, to be with her - and you can’t. and green is all you can see because they just don’t realize these simple pleasure are everything to you; green is all you can see because you can’t do the things that they take for granted. 

it does not boast,
except sometimes, it does.  and how can it not? when the most amazing creature that God has ever created is yours, yours alone and no one else. how can it not succumb to the desires to shout to the world about how blessed you are to have this beautiful human in your life? how can it not tell everyone and anyone who is listening, over and over and over again, just how much you love her? 

it is not proud
except sometimes it is. because pride is all you can feel for her, when she calls you with good news or when she accomplishes something she didn’t think she could do or when she achieves a goal she has always wanted to achieve or when she does something that makes your heart swell up for love with her and you’re so full, full to the brim, that you can barely breathe but with your final breaths, you will use them to exclaim just how proud of her you are, just how proud you are to be in love with her. 

It does not dishonor others,
except sometimes, it does. but not intentionally. sometimes, other people are so offended and disgusted by your love for her, you have dishonored them without even realizing it. when you hold her hand in a crowded store or kiss her cheek when you meet her at the airport or cry in her arms when you say goodbye at the train station, you will attract stares before you even know what to do about it. let them stare. because her hand, her kiss, her arms mean more to you than anything in the world. and sometimes, dishonoring others is okay as long as you aren’t dishonoring yourself. 

it is not self-seeking,
except sometimes, it is. like when you just spent a week straight with her but the second you are back home, you start looking at plane tickets for the next time you can be together. you start planning, picking dates, calling off work, arranging rides to the airport and train station. all because you can’t stand to be away from her, because you crave being with her more than you can even begin to put into words. because you love her and you want to be with her and a week is just never long enough. 

it is not easily angered,
except sometimes, it is. because in the day and age of digital media, Helvetica Neue still is not able to convey sarcasm or any feelings really. and it is so easy to misconstrue or misunderstand, it is so easy for tempers to flare and tears to fall. and then she calls you, and you can hear her voice and your anger subsides. we must allow the anger to visit but we must not allow it to stay.

it keeps no record of wrongs.
except sometimes, it does. memories are stronger than we think and you were such a bitch to her the other day, you can’t stop thinking about it, even after she’s already forgiven you and moved on from it. you can’t move on. you keep thinking about the things you said, the things you didn’t say, the things you wish you said, the way you said it, the way you should have said it. you were wrong and you know it, but she still loves you anyway. 

It always protects,
always. when you wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking, she will hold you until you can sleep again. when you forget how to breathe, she will put your hand to her chest and remind you. when anxiety eats away at you from the inside out, she will make you feel safe. when you can’t get out of bed, she will lay there with you. when it hurts, she will take away your pain. 

always trusts,
always. when she says she’s going out drinking, you trust that she won’t get drunk and drive. when she smokes five cigarettes in one day, you trust that she will take it easy tomorrow. when she stops replying to your messages, you trust that she is well and safe. you trust that she is not lying to you. you trust that she has your best interest at heart. you trust that she would never intentionally do anything to harm you. you trust that she loves you as much as she says she does. 

always hopes,
always. because the future seems so bright when her smile is all you can see. because she called you up today to talk about name options for the baby boy you hope to have one day. because you can’t wait for the day your home is full of cats and dogs. because you can’t wait for the day your home becomes our home.

always perseveres.
always. because she’s worth it. she’s worth all of the flight delays. she’s worth all of cab services that won’t let you pay with a credit card. she’s worth having to change your plans to see each other because real life gets in the way and you can’t make it, not this time. she’s worth all of the tears you shed because you're anticipating saying goodbye. she’s worth all of the travel anxiety, all of the money spent just to be together, all of the days you can’t be together. because she’s worth it. because you’re both worth it. 

Love never fails.
never.

—  1 Corinthians 13:4-8
(cc, 2016)
Working Girl

A Peter Parker x Reader Drabble

A/N: This is a thank you gift for @riseofthehufflepuffs because she’s my best friend and the greatest person I know and I wanted to write a Peter fic for her for always supporting and being there for me. So, if there are any weird specifics that don’t pertain to you, well, they’re meant for C. 


You hated working, no, hate wasn’t a strong enough word. You loathed it. You weren’t Hillary Duff from A Cinderella Story, you didn’t work in a diner where the popular kids would come to and joke about calories. You worked in a nearby chain restaurant that forced you to interact socially with people you didn’t always care to talk to. Men making awkward flirtatious comments, judgemental stares from people when you ask them to repeat an order, mom’s getting angry at their socially awkward kid for not being able to pick out something to eat; you despised it. 

What sucked the most was when your peers would come around. Not your friends, no, they were always supportive; your peers, on the other hand, were mysterious. You didn’t always care what people thought of you, but watching them walk away and whispering, you couldn’t help but think it was about you. That they thought you were beneath them because you were the same age and you had to work. 

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It’s a Date

Anon asked: could you do a haechan we got married scenario pls :) similar to the Mark one but you can change the theme if you want

yO I LOVE. MY KIDDO. so much that this turned out longer than i anticipated but whaTever. i also still know next to nothing about wgm so. here you go i hope you enjoy.^^

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Good For You (Evan Hansen x reader)

Date written:6/6/2017
Genre: Angst/Songfic
Written by: Alexander K.
Type: x reader
Note/s: The internet got cut, I was bored. So I made this angsty piece of shit. Enjoy. Ps. I’m not good at writing so sorry in advance.

Tags: @mlpnightfall @dropthe-nicities @endotox @k8lex @littlemissnightmares @yangeliio3o @stakticc @tsurushokubutsu @that-gay-fangirl

Evan and [Name] had this thing going on, where if they did something once, they’d always do it repetitively. When they shared their first kiss, Evan would always find a chance to just sneak quick pecks to his girlfriend. When they first held hands, they would always walk around holding each other’s hands when possible.

And then they had their first fight.

Every single night, they would argue. Ranging from something so small like who would wash the dishes when Mrs. Hansen wasn’t home yet, to what they were arguing about right now.

“Why are you always talking about Zoe?! Zoe this, Zoe that! It’s always about her ever since we went to the jazz concert!” [Name] screamed, on the brink of tears. “Well it’s not like you actually care! Zoe told me everything! She told me how you were just faking to love me because you pitied me since I don’t have that many friends!” Evan screamed back, she was speechless.

“YOU are the ONLY person I’ve ever loved this much! To the point where I would be the one to apologize in EVERY SINGLE ARGUMENT. EVEN IF it wasn’t my fault! I was the one who would always try to salvage our relationship! And what do I get in return? The fact that you would choose to believe THE GIRL WHO BULLIED AND HATED ME since sophomore year, that YOUR OWN FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” [Name] was crying, she could believe how Zoe would do this to her.

“WELL IT ISN’T MY FAULT YOU’RE SO WHINY” Evan quickly retorted back, not thinking much. “FUCK YOU EVAN!” she screamed after a few moments of silence, getting her bag and speed walking towards the door. But before she could open the door, a tired Heidi Hansen opened the door to see her son’s girlfriend crying.

“ Honey, what’s wrong?” she quickly asked, holding her shoulders. “Tell your son to see if what Zoe said was true.” She harshly said before leaving, slamming the door behind her. Heidi turned to her son and her eyes became emotionless. She just found out that every time that Evan wasn’t out with [Name], he was at the Murphy’s. They told her how Evan and Zoe said they were dating, they told her how they thought of Evan as their own son. It was enough that Evan almost had another family, but the fact that he lied to them about how Zoe and him are dating instead of him and his ACTUAL girlfriend, he had crossed the line. She knew Zoe was a bad person, she knows that she had bullied [Nickname] since sophomore year. She was furious.

She walked up to Evan’s room and barged in. “Mom, what are you doing here?” Evan asked, as if he did nothing wrong.

“So you found a place where the grass is greener, and you jumped the fence to the other side. Is it good? Are they giving you a world I could never provide?” Heidi asked, slowly walking over to her son, face full of disappointment. “Well I hope you’re proud of your big decision. Yeah, I hope it’s all that you want and more. Now you’re free from the agonizing life you were living before! And you say what you need to say, so that you get to walk away. It would kill you to have to stay trapped when you’ve got something new.” Evan stood up from his bed and asked, scared 

“Mom, what are you talking about?” “well I’m sorry you had it ‘rough’ and I’m sorry I’m not enough, thank God they rescued you!” she yelled “so you got what you always wanted, so you did what you had to do. Good for you! Good for you! You! You! Got a taste of a life so perfect. Now you say that you’re someone new! Good for you! GOOD FOR YOU!” she said before leaving his room, slamming the door behind her. Evan’s eyes widened, now realizing what she was talking about.


The next day, Evan woke up and did his morning routine. He walked downstairs, expecting his mom downstairs, waiting for him so she could say goodbye. But all he saw was an empty downstairs, with a few dollars on the table for dinner. He shrugged and took the money, leaving for school. While Evan was off with Zoe, Jared and [Name] shared a look before hugging each other, then leaving their separate ways.

On her way to biology, she bumped into Conner Murphy. Before he could say anything, she had quickly dragged him to the side of the hallway. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”  Connor asked. “Be quiet Murphy. And do me a favor and tell your sister she had crossed the line. And tell Evan to fuck off for me and Jared. Thanks” She said before turning around and leaving. Connor stared at her retreating figure before smirking and mumbling to himself “what the fuck did you do Zoe?” before trailing after her to go to Biology. Meanwhile, with Jared, he went to History he had with Evan. Once there, he sat down farthest from where Evan would sit, not even caring to who wanted to sit there.

A few hours past, lunch came. Evan had went after to look for [Name] and Jared, who he knew are best friends. Conner had already told him to leave Jared and [Name] alone, but he doesn’t care. He wanted to talk to the two. He had found them in each other’s arms outside, eating lunch together. “JARED WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOIN WITH MY GIRLFRIEND?!” He yelled, both of them turned and glared at him, he took a step back. They walked to him, Jared standing on his left side and [Name] on his right. “Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry?” Evan turned to look at his, now ex, girlfriend. “Do you even care that you might be wrong?” She asked, face devoid of emotions. “Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along!” He turned to run back in when Jared showed up in front of him. “And you say what you need to say, and you play who you need to play! And if somebody’s in your way, crush them and leave them behind!” “Well I guess if I’m not of use, go ahead you can cut me loose.” They stood in front of him with fake smiles on their faces, “ Go ahead now, I wont mind!”

He stood up but Alex took him by his shirt, “I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go, is that for you? Will that be good for you? You? You?” she threw him down on the grass, and Jared joined in in saying “ I’ll just sit back while you run the show? Is that good for you? Will that be good for you? You? You?” “All I need I some time to think! But the boat is about to sink! Can’t erase what I wrote in ink! Tell me how could I change the story?” Evan asked, looking up at the emotionless best friends. “All the words that I can’t take back! Like a train coming off the track, cause the rails in my bones all crack. I’ve gotta find a way to stop it. STOP IT! JUST LET ME OFF!” Evan screamed, head in his hands.

“So you got what you always wanted” Jared said, “So you got your dream come true! Good for you!” [Name] continued “Good for you! You! You! Got a taste of a life so perfect, now you say that you’re someone new! Good for you!” They said together, making Evan remember what his mom had said, burying his head in his face even more. “Good for you!” [Name] screamed. “Good for you!” Jared screamed as well. “GOOD FOR YOU!” They screamed in sync. “So you got what you always wanted!” They said, before getting their bags and leaving Evan on the ground.

“This is all Zoe’s fault” Evan mumbled under his breath. “No, it’s not. This is all my fault. I knew Zoe hated [Name] , why did I even believe her in the first place?!” Evan asked himself. “I need to find a way to apologize for everyone” He thought before standing up and going back inside for the next class .

The Goat

Summary: Alex learns a fact about demons that he never knew before

Authors note: Look at @katzun ’s sinners au to understand the dynamic between all the characters. I am very tired XD Not proofed and updated on mobile :)
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There was a goat in their living room.

Actually, Alex wasn’t sure that the small mass of black fluff was even a goat. The animal that was sleeping on one of the fluffy, Egyptian cotton pillows from one of the many guest rooms in their apartment didn’t seem like a typical goat. It was a lot smaller than one. Alex thought if it stood up on all fours it would only be about knee high, and that was including the ears. Another thing that made this goat different from other goats was that this one seemed to me a lot fluffier than most. Curly black hair swirled and compressed around it’s body almost like sheep wool. In fact, the only reason Alex thought it was a goat was that it had two small horns poking out of his head. Although this goat was strange, Alex couldn’t deny it was adorable.

Alex stared at the goat for a solid ten minutes, watching the little goat’s chest rise and fall as it slept, before he was finally ripped away from his thoughts from his phone ringing. He smiled seeing that Thomas was calling him from work. Usually, Thomas did his business in hell around the same time Alex was at work. It was something that worked for them as a couple,  and Alex appreciated the alone time. After all, Thomas could be clingy sometimes. He walked onto the kitchen and set reusable, grocery bags on the table full of groceries he picked up on the way home from work.

“Hey, babe. Do you have a break right now?” he asked stuffing semimelted things into the freezer.

“Yeah, I might be a little late tonight. James has been dealing with some border disputes for days without sleep. I sent him home earlier to rest, and dumb ass and I can’t come to an agreement about how to handle this.” he groaned.

Alex laughed. “Dumb ass” was one of Thomas’s cute nicknames for Charles. Charles was another demon who Thomas had recently hired to help out with everything happening with hell. It was something James appreciated since he felt he was being worked harder than an underpaid and underappreciated school teacher. “You know you really shouldn’t call Charles that.” he muttered putting the milk in the fridge.

“I’m just saying the truth.” Alex could nearly see Thomas smirking through the phone. “Oh, and if James is still sleeping on the couch, can you move him to the guest room? He gets kinks in his back easily.”

Alex looked on the couch and didn’t see James. All that was on the couch was the small goat. “I don’t think he’s here anymore. And did you make any unusual purchases?” he asked noticing the goat shift and start to wake up.

“I’m not sure what you would describe as an unusual purchase…” Thomas said. Alex could hear Charles yelling at Thomas on the other side of the lines, and Thomas groaning. “I have to go Alex. I’ll be home later. Love you.”

“Love you too” Alex muttered putting the rest of the groceries away. As he was putting the last box of crackers on the shelf, he felt something hit his leg. He looked down and saw the little goat head butting his leg. The goat looked up at him and brayed softly. Alex melted. This thing couldn’t get more adorable.

“What’s up, little guy?” He chuckled picking the goat up. The goat brayed again and nuzzled into Alex’s hand like he wanted Alex to pet him. Alex smiled and pet his cloud soft fur carrying him to the couch. “Did Thomas buy you or something?” The black goat only looked at him and blinked before braying again. Alex laughed. “Right, what ever you say. Let’s just wait on the couch until Thomas comes home. I’ll just order a pizza or something.” He muttered using an app to order. After he was done, he groaned realizing the remote was across the room. The goat looked at him, got up, grabbed the remote, and set it into Alex’s lap. Alex grinned.

“Thanks, buddy.” he said patting the goat’s head before softly rubbing the goat’s velvety ears. He wondered how Thomas taught him to do that trick. The goast purred, but Alex paid no attention to it as he watched “House Hunters”. He had been around demons long enough that he didn’t even notice…

Alex pet and rubbed the goat for a while until the doorbell rang. The goat poked his head up and ran towards the door head butting it. Alex laughed and patted his head before opening the door.

“Uh, you ordered a small pepperoni?” A teenaged delivery boy asked checking a ticket.

“Yeah, hold on a second. Let me grab some money.” Alex muttered. The goat brayed and both Alex and the pizza guy looked down at the goat. The pizza guy cooed and pet him after handing the pizza to Alex. “Awe! He’s so cute! What’s his name?” he asked tickling the goat under his chin. Alex smiled.

“I’m not sure. I think my boyfriend just made an impulse buy. He’s such an animal lover.”

“Well, he’s got good taste. This little guy is so friendly. Yes, you are. Yes, you are” the man cooed talking to the goat like one would talk to a small puppy. Alex laughed and handed him the money along with a sizable tip.

“Alright, say your goodbyes. I have a pizza to eat.” the man cooed and picked up the goat and rubbing his fur before setting him back down and leaving. It seemed the goat was too cute for his own good. Alex grabbed a slice and gave the goat one. Being New York raised, he didn’t know what goats ate. All he knew was that pizza tasted good and it didn’t hurt his childhood dog any whenever Alex would give him some. The goat would be fine. After he ate, the goat laid down next to Alex and fell asleep.

About a half hour later, Thomas walked in to see Alex watching television with the goat sleeping next to him. He sighed and picked up the small goat who brayed in its sleep.

“Alex, I thought I told you to put James in one of the bedrooms. ”

Alex yawned and followed him to the nearest room. “What are you talking about? James isn’t here.”

“James is right here.” Thomas said motioning to the goat. Wait, that cute little goat was James? Alex’s eyes widened in shock. The goat did act intelligent… and it was purring earlier…. everything fit.

“That’s James?” he asked. Thomas nodded shutting the door.

“Every demon can only stay in its animal form when it’s exhausted. I thought you knew that.” he muttered giving Alex a quick kiss before walking back to the kitchen. “Hey, thanks for ordering food. I didn’t want to cook.”

Alex was frozen in place. Demons had an animal form? Thomas had some explaining to do. But, for now, all Alex wanted to do was cuddle with his boyfriend on the couch. He made a mental note to be around a lot more when James was exhausted, and plopped on the couch before asking Thomas about his day…

wanna one!kid au

HENLO I PROMISED THIS AT 8PM BUT IT’S NOW 1AM THE NEXT DAY IM SORRY

before i start just a big big big big big big big big big huge ass thank you to @exojjanggg and @wendyson for helping me w/ this!!! i wouldnt have been able to write it without them lmao

disclaimer: all of them are like 4-11 years old respectively and u act as their babysitter in this !!!!


daniel

  • probably holds their poor pet cat everywhere he goes and the poor lil kitty just lets him 
  • nervously sweats when he has to choose between holding seungwoo’s hand or the cat
  • buddies up with seungwoo whenever he goes anywhere
  • DONT SEPARATE THEM PLEASE
  • IF YOU DO DANIEL WILL CRY
    • “y/n i need 2 go to the washroom !!!” 
    • “ok- wait why are u taking seungwoo with u?” 
    • “ಥ_ಥ” 
    • “oKOK YOU CAN TAKE HIM PLEASE DONT CRY”

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20 Years From Now

Daughter: Hey mom I like this band-

Me: omg I;m so sorry

Daughter: sorry?

Me: I’ll call the teachers

Daughter: why are y-

Me: to let them know that your grades will be dropping.

Daughter: why will-

Me: I’m afraid it’s all down hill from here.

Daughter: what are you talking ab-

Me: you might as well say goodbye to your friends.

Daughter: but i-

Me: want me to help you with your blog?

Daughter: I don’t even have a-

Me: you will.

Daughter: but-

Me: shh. it’s already done. theres no turning back

And now the special came out and Bloody Mary is completely over in Japan and the final volume’s official release, which is the last Bloody Mary release in the country, is in two hours. However some places are selling the volume for two days now already.

Anyway, this final special was explaining further the end of the manga, so it’s important to read to the fans.

Another new thing in the magazine was: Samamiya-sensei’s next manga has been announced. It has a name, main characters and a starting date already (everything I’m telling you now comes in the picture below, which is a page of the magazine that came out yesterday).

The manga’s name is “Ballad Opera” and its first chapter will come out on May 24th. There’s nothing about it being in any other magazine and Monthly Asuka is released on the 24th, so it’s safe to assume it’ll be serialized on Monthly Asuka. The main character names are (from left to right): Kuro, Haru and Shiro.

There aren’t details about the plot itself so we’ll have to wait to know about that.

With the sale of volume 10 of Bloody Mary, depending on the store, some costumers get this picture of Maria and Bloody (photo source: Monthly Asuka Official Twitter) while others get a picture of Samamiya Sensei’s next work, “Ballad Opera”.

Animate Kamata official twitter (it’s a store in Japan in which you’d magically lose all your money, believe me in what I’m telling you) tweeted the picture of Ballad Opera that is given with volume 10 (source)

Also, a Japanese fan posted a photo of the page at the end of volume 10 of Bloody Mary, in which appear the main characters of Ballad Opera again (here’s the original tweet)

– Caramel

Hello, Baby. Part 1.

This is my first story, ever. So please be honest. I went kind of light on the smut and language. Just kind of wanted to get a feel for it. 
Im sorry its so long.
I love having details in stories and having the back story, so i just ran with it. 


Let me know what you love & hate.


You start walking home from a long night at work, thankfully you only live a couple of blocks away. But no matter what, you always walk past HIS club, morning or night. You just want to be able to see what everyone talks about. 

You want to see the green hair, the cool white skin that sends chills down your spine when you imagine it, and clear ocean blue eyes that you can see yourself melting in. You feel your heart rate increase just thinking about him. You were drawn to a man you have never met, have never even seen.

 You know if you could just afford to get in his club, you could see him. Touch him. You can feel the warmth between your legs grow as you think of running your hands all over him. It feels like the people around you can hear what you are thinking. You put your head down and head home. 

 You toss and turn as most nights when he is on your mind. The morning comes quick and you wake up unrested. Time to get ready for work. Your long black hair is tied up in a tight bun on top of your head. A light foundation, blush, mascara and a light purple lipstick. One last glance in the mirror before you turn and lock your door behind you. 

You start your walk to work and find yourself in front of his club again. Like it should surprise you. 

It is so mysterious. The outside is dingy and dark other than the double green doors and a tilted J at the top of the building. There are huge windows across the entire second floor and from seeing it morning and night they must be tinted or mirrored because you can never see in. You straighten yourself up as your mind has wondered far now and get back to your routine. 

Work is a small dinner; you never make much and rarely make any tips, but this job keeps a roof over your head so you keep the job until something better comes along. Your shift seemed to go by quickly, there were many people that came in from out of town. A huge smile starches over your face when you see the tip money tonight, rarely does this happen, but when people make this place their rest stop, the money is nice. You count it out evenly between you and the cook, you smile and say your goodbyes and head home.

 You were going out tonight! 

As soon as you get home, you throw off your clothes as fast as you can. You shower, wash your hair and shave everybody part you would want him near. The thought makes you tremble a little. Trying to calm your nerves you tell yourself ‘maybe he won’t be there tonight of all the nights I decide to go.’ You straighten your hair, letting it fall down to the small of your back looking like black silk. You find a tight black dress and some bright red heels that would match your lipstick. You spritz perfume on your collarbones and inside your wrists. You give yourself a small pep talk before heading out. “He will be there and I WILL meet him. Ugh, how badly I’ wanted this! I can do this. Be mysterious. And don’t drink. Well, don’t drink a lot.“ 

You walk up to the green doors and realize there are gold specs all over the door. The J at the top is lit up in purple that is so bright it almost hurts to look at. You hand the guy at the front door the cash. He looks at you questionably and you think he’s not going to let you in. 
He asks “you alone?”
Your voice is quiet from being nervous and taken aback. ‘Is this guy hitting one me right now?!’ you think to yourself
“Um, yes.” Your voice squeaks at the end.
He nods and let’s you in. ‘Weird’ you say under your breath. 

 It’s beautiful inside, huge chandeliers; elegant cage dancers, gold and purple cover the club so tastefully. It is far from what you expect a club to look like, it is well lit, almost like a dewy gold lighting. The dance floor is packed and it reaches all the way to the bar. Everyone seems happy or drunk, or both. Quickly you scan to the upstairs, more freaking Windows. 'I can’t see a damn thing!’ Frustrated, you head to the bar.
“One shot of any kind of vodka” 

You are stuck watching the cage dancers, glitter all over them; their hair is up like it’s in some sort of fashion show that no one would ever wear on a normal basis. They move effortlessly. The way the lighting hits their bodies and the glitter it almost makes them seem unreal. You immediately wonder how close they get to him. You shift in your seat trying to get the thought out of your head.

One of the girls gets off her platform, a large man in an all black tuxedo escorts her. 'Screw this, who the hell knows when I’ll get back in here!’ You say to yourself. You order another shot. You make your way through the crowd. You ask the guy next to the cage to help you get inside it.                                       “Do you work here!?” He asked “No I don’t. I…” You trail off thinking how crazy you seem right now. 
He brings you back from your thoughts,
“Do you want a death wish then?!” His eyes are wide.                                        
“I know what I do want. Him” ‘I just said that aloud. Yep, he heard me. Yes, I am crazy. Crazy for a man I have never even seen!’ You are screaming at yourself in embarrassment. 'What the hell am I doing!’ Runs through your mind for a split second. Too late, he pushes you up in the cage.
“Your funeral.”           

 You panic at first. People are starting to notice. There is a lump in your throat “Now or never, right!”                                              
You start moving your hips, your arms above your head, you let loose. You actually are having fun; you really let go and kept thinking how grateful you are for having rhythm. For a second you actually forgot about him. Only a second. You body sways with the music.                              
‘Time to shine baby!’ You are not sure if that’s you talking or the vodka. You drop down and slowly lift your ass facing the windows hoping that he is there, watching. You realize the man in the black tuxedo is opening the cage reaching for your hand.        
“Don’t make this difficult.” His voice is low and serious. You understand, you feel a rush of emotions flood you as he helps you out. You’re being thrown out and you didn’t even get a glimpse of him. The man takes you firmly by the arm, being gentle at the same time. He leads you away from the front door. Your heart feels heavy, almost broken. He brings you to an elevator and pushes you in before him. 

This is not out. A smirk comes across your face. The elevator opens up, it’s almost like another club up here. Definitely VIP, or people that do not want to be seen here. It’s a lot darker, a lot more secluded areas. Of course more cage dancers. As soon as the doors open all eyes are on you. 

You flush red. 'Shit.’ You keep your head high acting as if you are ok, even though your insides are screaming and wanting to vomit. You walk past the first section of people, second and third section as well… There is a thick purple curtain that is touches the roof as well as the floor. Your heart is racing. You feel almost like a surge of ecstasy has run through your veins. The man in black opens it up only enough for him to see inside.                                             “She’s here boss. Where do you want her?”                                                  
Your heart is pounding and you are sure the man next to you can hear it. Little does he know it is out of excitement, fear is the last thing on your mind right now. He looks at you and nods you in                                                            
“Mr. J would like to speak with you.”                                                                   'Mr. J’ you say repeatedly in your mind. You walk behind the curtain and the man is fast to close it shut behind you. 

 He is real. He is right here. Right in front of you. Right now. 

His back is to you and he’s looking into the club from the windows. His hair perfectly in place and bright green. You just want to run your fingers through it. The thought sends a warm chill through your legs. His pale skin drawing you in, the lights from the club giving him a sense of warmth. He turns to face you, still across the room, but you feel his eyes scan over you as you do the same to him. He is gorgeous. Your knees feel weak. There isn’t a single imperfection on him. He is better than any image you could of pictured.                                “Well, well, well, well.“ 

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

He walks towards you. He is standing so close to you. You now notice the smaller tattoos on his face, his jaw line, the scars, the jewelry, the details on his coat, his scent. Oh, how he smelled. He smelled of cologne, sweat and power. It’s was intoxicating. Your eyes were trying to devour him, making sure you didn’t miss a single detail on him. He noticed.                                             
"Slow down.” His voice low,  
Your eyes snapped up and met his. He reached up and pushed hair behind your ear. His touch soft and cool. A strong shiver took course of your entire body. You wanted to reach up and touch him, you knew he probably wouldn’t like that and you don’t even know what side you are on with him.                                     “Did you enjoy yourself out there?” His eyes intense.                                         “I-I did.”                                                                                                     “Mmmm” he growled softly                                                                               “Do you go into a restaurant and just head to the kitchen and start cooking?” His stare was starting to burn but you couldn’t look away. You don’t want to seem weak, even if you were ready to pass out.                                             “No, I don’t.”                                                                                        
“Interesting. Why did you see that tonight’s performance was welcomed?”     He walked to his desk and gestured me to sit in the chair in front of him.        
“I-I just wanted to have fun, forget about… Everything.” You hope that sounds convincing as you take a seat in the cold leather chair.                                   “Are you sure? Don’t lie to me. I hate, hate, hate liars.”                                 “Well, I also wanted to…” You trail off and look away.                                      
His voice is frustrated now. “Darling, you can come into my club, take one of my cages and dance for all sorts of people, but you can’t tell me why. You will not keep my patience long. Try again.”                                                                 “I wanted to see you!!” You almost yell.                                                               He doesn’t seem bothered by what I said, nor does he seem to care.           “Why, why would you want to come pay a visit to the Clown Prince?”             You figure you are here might as well just tell him the truth. He will either let you live or kill you.                                                                                                    
“I-Im … I think im obsessed with you.”                                                              
He shoots you a sharp look and walks behind the chair your in. It takes everything in you to not let your eyes follow him. You can feel him so close to you.                                                                                                                    
He whispers in you ear “Obsessed?”                                                              
He moves the hair away from your shoulder and neck. He leans in even closer. You are able to feel his lips on your ear as he speaks.  
“Obsessed. Mine. Mine. Mine.”                                                                         You tried hard to not let him see how he affected you, but you were wet. He ran his cool hands up and down the sides of your arms and softly kissed your neck. “Answer me this Doll, have we met before? Do you even know who I am? What I am capable of?”                                                                                                
“I have never met you, I have lost sleep over you. Clown Prince, as you said before. Yes, I do. I figure I might as well be honest now. You will either kill me or let me live, but either way at least I was able to see you.” You keep your voice soft. You can feel that he is still close behind you.                                             He begins to rub your shoulder in a good way; it almost does help you relax but it not helping the fact that you are still wet. He reaches down and starts leaving small bites in your shoulder and neck, you cant help but let out a moan.   “That’s what I wanted to hear Darling.”                                                          
With that he reaches his hands down the front of your dress taking each breast in his hands. Your nipples are hard and he has his thumbs working them. You keep letting out soft moans, hoping this isn’t a tease.                                            
“Tell me, how is that?”                                                                                      
You let out a moan that is louder “Don’t stop. It feels so good!”                      
He takes one hand out and begins to reach up your dress.                         “Ahhhh, you have been waiting patiently.” He says as his fingers run up and down your slit. 

“Uh, Boss?” You forgot you were at his club. The voice pulls you out from your trance for a brief second.

“Moan for me.” He whispers in your ear.                                                          
He doesn’t stop, and neither do you. You keep moaning as his fingers circle your clit.
“Yes Jay!” he says sharply                                                                            
“Your business is here. What would you like me to tell them sir?”                
“That my hands are busy!!” his voice is full of sarcasm and switches back to serious in an instant. “Send them up in 3 minutes.”                                           He rams 3 of his fingers in you. Your back arches and your hands reach up to find his shoulder.
You dig your nails deep into his skin and you can hear him growl. “That’s a good girl.”  
You cum on his fingers and he licks them “So sweet darling.”                                The room is still spinning and you are trying to find your breath when he tells you “Get under my desk doll. You pass this and I might take you home with me.”                                                                                                                   You do as your told, your mind begins to race as you think you know where this is going. He sits in his chair and you can see the massive bulge in his pants. “Send them in boss?”                                                                                       “Yes Jay, send them in!” He responds quickly                                                       You take that as your cue. You start to unzip his pants as he tells them to take a seat. His dick is big. You let the spit build up in your mouth as your run your hand all over him. You can hear the other men talking but you aren’t paying attention to the words, just focusing simply on his reactions. You slowly take the tip and swirl your tongue around it, he reaches down and squeezes your arm. You keep doing it, adding more into your mouth until you cant fit anymore. You can see his eyes close almost all the way in pleasure while he keeps his focus on business. You grip the base as you nod your head up and down on him keeping your hand in sync. He grabs the back of your hair and you feel him tense, you push him as far back in your throat as you can and he lets go. He lifts your head up under the desk to look at you and nudges your mouth open with his thumb, you open up showing him what he wants to see. 

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

He bites his lip and lets a grin appear on his face. You swallow. 

The voices of the men in the room sound nervous. He nudges you from under the desk to come up. A small sense of panic sets in as well as a rush of excitement. He scoots his chair back and you can hear the men in the room shift.                                                                                                             “Excuse me men, this darling here seems to need some fresh air.”                 You get up, lightly resting your hand in his lap and he lets out a small grunt. He pulls you by the waist and sets you down in his lap. The men in the room try to not let their expressions show.                                                                       “Now say hello to my Doll here.” The men all give off weak hellos.               “Nice to meet you guys!” you say with a bit of pep.                                        
You have no idea where that even came from. He smiles at you and gives you a slap on your ass                                                                                            
“Now let me finish this up and we can head home, ok baby doll?”                
You wink at him and leave the curtain. The man in the black tuxedo is right there, grabs you by the arm gently, and has you sit in the chair by him.         “You must be Jay.”                                                                                              He nods.                                                                                                          
“So friendly! I am Katrina.” You are on could 9 right now and your voice and attitude show it.                                                                                             “Don’t get too comfortable.” That’s all he says with a stern voice.                     “Is this nor….” 

You cover your ears from the sounds of gunshots and Jay has your chair pushed in a corner with him in front of you. Jay’s composure is calm yet protective, everyone else is calm as well. You are so confused.                           “What the hell just happened?! Is he ok? Should you go check on him?! Let me go see him!!” your heart sinks. You can feel your eyes start to water.
‘I just got to meet him. I felt so good with him. Why!’ you kept asking yourself question after question. It felt like hours went by but it had only been a few minutes.
“Where is she?!” His voice is loud but emotionless                                         “Got her right here boss.”                                                                                
You push Jay out of the way and run at him, you wrap your arms around his neck.                                                                                                             
“What happened! Are you ok?!” Your voice is shaky                                          
“I am fine doll, this is business. This is what I do. What I am capable of.”         He pulls you off him and sits you down and he paces in front of you. The others up there try not to look but are definitely listening.                                               “I don’t love. Never will. I will never love you. You are merely a thing, possession, possibly an obsession one day. I can live without you, I do not need you. Do you understand that? I am not a fairy tale. You cross me and I will kill you. I am a businessman, not a family man. Do you get that baby doll?” His voice is stern, almost angry.                                                                             “Yes. I have no intention on changing you.” Your try to keep your voice strong but there are hints on weakness across your face.                                            
“If I choose you, IF I choose you. If I choose you. Baby this life ain’t easy. Like I said, I don’t need you. However, if I choose you, you will be mine. Is that clear?” He is so hard to read. His face says one but his voice says another and you can’t tell which one he is hiding behind.                                                         “Yes.”                                                                                                                 “Jay pull the car around.” He reaches for your hand and you take it.             Once you are up, he places his hand at the small of your back and leads you to the elevator. ‘What did I just do?’ You keep asking yourself. He puts his jacket around your shoulders as you exit the club. Jay pulls up in a black unmarked car. He opens the door for you both and he lets you in first. Your mind and emotions are having a hard time finding a balance. It is not silent long.         “You can call me Mr. J, or J for short. Usually you have to earn those names baby doll, but you did one hell of a job in my office.” He gives off a smirk as if he is having a flashback.                                                                                
“Ok, Mr. J.” you reply with a full smile on your face.                                    
“What shall I call you darling?”                                                                   “Katrina or Kat, since I think you earned that.” You say it with such sarcasm. “Oh. Kat.” There was a small pause. “Daddy doesn’t think you have earned enough to back talk me.”                                                                               Before I could say anything Mr. J slapped me across the face. I could taste blood. I could feel my eyes well up from shock and pain. Before I could even speak again we pulled up to his place. 

Similar to his club it was very dark and dingy on the outside. It almost looked vacant, but im sure the inside would say otherwise. Mr. J opens the door and extends his hand, I take it. I’m not sure if it was out of fear or because I was still so confused. He brings me to his side and we walk inside. His hand never leaving my back. His place is perfect. High ceilings with big, beautiful chandeliers. Bright white marble floors covered the entire house; the décor was rich and warm but still felt like him.                                                               “You’ll be sleeping in my bed, is that a problem?”                                           “Not at all Mr. J.” You reply.                                                                                   He reaches for your face and you flinch a little. He ignores it.                     “Come here.” he says he walks toward the bedroom.                                      
“Ill be right back, do not move.” He went to go turn and stopped at the door. “Are you forgetting to say something Kat?” His voice is neutral, like he is tired. “Sorry. Yes, Mr. J”                                                                                              
He turns and keeps walking. He comes back a few moments later with an ice back and a purple towel.                                                                           “Change into this, we will get your clothes and everything else in the morning ok baby?”                                                                                                     “Thank you Mr. J” You slip off the little black dress and slip on the shirt he gave you. He lets out a small growl and you feel in in your bones. ‘How can someone that just slapped me make me weak with just a noise?’ You brush off your own thoughts. You glance up at Mr. J and his eyes are fixed on you.                         “Is everything ok Mr.J, did I do something wrong?”                             “Absolutely not baby. You are just on hell of a sight.” He sounds tired now.   “May I get in bed Mr. J?”                                                                             “Please do.” His eyes still glued to you.                                                          
You lay down and face inward. Your face still felt like it had a heart beat from where he slapped you. He brushes your hair out of your face and places the ice pack wrapped in a towel gently on the side of your face. You wince at the pressure. You look at him and he looks as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. A few moments pass by and your eyes are closing.                       “Good night my sweet.” He says as he kisses my forehead, still holding the ice pack on my face.

 “Good night Mr. J.”

  • Sara: You got over him then?
  • Scott: For the hundredth time - we weren't dating!
  • Sara: You lived together.
  • Scott: We were roommates!
  • Sara: He dumped his boyfriend so you could move in together.
  • Scott: I was low on money, he was a good friend and "boyfriend" was a dick.
  • Sara: You said that about all of his boyfriends.
  • Scott: Because they always treated him like shit.
  • Sara: He stayed at home for a week and made you soup when you were sick.
  • Scott: He was being nice!
  • Sara: THAT kiss was definitely not friendly.
  • Scott: We were just saying goodbye!
  • Sara: You haven't tried to stick your tongue in Rick.
  • Scott: I never slept with Rick!
  • Sara: Aha!
  • Scott: What? We fooled around a few times when we were bored. It's still not dating.
  • Sara: When was the last time you dated someone for longer than a month?
  • Scott: I never met the right guy! Look, if we wanted to date, we would've. We didn't.
  • Sara: Ugh, you hopeless. So who is this Reyes I keep hearing about? Will he last more than a month?
  • Scott: ...It's been three already.
  • Sara: Awww...
  • Scott: Stop it!

anonymous asked:

55? For the prompts thing?

Again, I am so sorry for the delay!

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“You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?” Beca said pulling Chloe into an even tighter hug. “You’re the person I love more than anyone. And this isn’t goodbye.”

She felt Chloe sniff against her as she gripped tightly at the fabric of Beca’s shirt.

“It feels like goodbye,” she said, her voice breaking.

“I know,” Beca said, struggling to keep her own tears at bay. “But it isn’t. I promise.”

“Beca, I hate this. I don’t want to be apart from you for six months. I don’t even want to be apart from you for six hours,” Chloe said, still sobbing into her shoulder.

Beca ended their hug but kept her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“Then come with me,” she said, as if the idea had just occurred to her. “Come on tour with me.”

“As your groupie?” Chloe said, laughing at what she assumed was a joke.

“As my girlfriend,” Beca said.

“You really want me to come?”

“More than anything,” Beca said. “I didn’t ask before because it seemed like a farfetched idea. But saying goodbye to you is too painful. I want you with me.”

Chloe still looked hesitant. In her head she was thinking of all the reasons she’d have to say no.

“Do you want to come with me?” Beca asked.

“Of course I do,” Chloe said. “But what about money? What about my job?”

“You hate your job,” Beca said. “And I’m getting paid enough for the both of us.” She took hold of Chloe’s hands. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I want to share it with you. Say yes.”

Chloe smiled.

“Okay then. Yes.”

Jenny Kenway
Jenny Kenway/Jennifer Scott/Edward Kenway
Jenny Kenway

Jenny: Father… did you always know how to sail a Boat?

Edward: The Jackdaw is a Ship, Jenny. Not a Boat.

Jenny: But did you always know?

Edward: No. No, I learned after leaving Bristol.

Jenny: After you left Mother?

Edward: Well, I didn’t leave your… I didn’t leave without saying goodbye, that is. It was an Arrangement, you see? Between your Mother and me.

Jenny: She said you left her. She said you always talked about sailing a Boat and making Money in the New World.

Edward: I did always want to Sail a Ship, that’s true. But not for a Lark. To support us. To take care of her… and you.

Jenny: Not me. Mother said you didn’t know about me. She said you wrote only once a Year, and that she never knew where to find you.

Edward: That’s all true. And I’m sorry for that. If I had known earlier… I don’t know. I might have come Home. I hope that I would have.

Jenny: Well… you were busy. That’s what I think.

Edward: I was. But… that wouldn’t have mattered.

Jenny: Can I steer your Boat?

Edward: Boat? I seen no Boat here. Do you?

Jenny: Ugh. I mean Ship, obviously. I don’t see the Difference anyway.

Edward: Ah! It’s a very simple One, Jenny. A Ship can carry a Boat, but a Boat cannot carry a Ship.

Jenny: Why, then everything is a Ship, large and small, but for my Toy Boat. The one I take into the Bath with me.

Edward: That’s a clever Way of seeing it.

Is it hard to talk about Caroline, Jenny? About your Mother?

Jenny: Hmmm… no. She passed some Years ago. I miss her, but it’s all right.

Edward: Was she in Pain?

Jenny: I don’t know. I don’t think so. She was very happy for quite some Time. Then not so Happy. I didn’t see her much after that. Then she was gone.

Edward: I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.

Jenny: It’s all right. You’re here now. And we’re on an Adventure!

Edward: Only a little One, I hope. I couldn’t handle too many more Surprises.

Jenny: Do you think we’ll see a Whale?

Edward: Yes. There’s a very good chance.

Jenny: Hm! And what about Pirates? Will I see Pirates?

Edward: No. There’s not much chance of that, I think.

Jenny: Oh. That’s rather sad. I should have liked to have seen One.

Edward: Tell you what, Jenny. As soon as these Winds die a little bit, I’ll let you steer the Jackdaw. One little Trick at the Helm before Sundown.

Jenny: Yay!

Here’s to all the band students who have parents who don’t support them. Here’s to all the band students that has someone in their life that doesn’t support their passion for music and doesn’t support their career in music. Here’s to all the band students who had to hear crap from other people about band when those people really had no idea how wonderful and beautiful band is. Music is beautiful and in this day and age, people seem to forget that. Money doesn’t matter. Music does. They don’t understand how thrilling band can be and they don’t understand our deep sorrow when we must say goodbye for the last time. Fight for your love of music. Music will always stand by you no matter what.
—  Ashlyn Port

wistful-wanderer  asked:

OQ and The Proposal :)

The boxes sat beside the door, packed and ready for her moment of departure. She should’ve left by now, should’ve just grabbed the necessities and gotten the hell out of dodge. Word would spread soon about what’d happened, about what she’d done, and she’d be more of a laughing stock than she already was. God, she’d been such an idiot and for what? To stay in a job where practically every member of staff hated her guts? To live a horribly lonely existence in a house too big to hide from her own sadness?

She’d alienated practically every single person she’d ever known save for the only man who’d been able to tolerate her – her father.

God, she wished he were alive still. Perhaps things would’ve been different. Perhaps she would’ve been different.

She wasn’t even sure when she’d become the monster that she was but she could see it all too clearly now. Had seen it reflected back at her from eyes that’d finally opened her own.

It’d meant to be a quick fix, a simple solution that would’ve kept her from deportation but instead she’d done what she does best and ruined a life other than her own. Ruined it in front of his damn family too.

She wished she could just go back to hating him.

If she were being honest with herself, she never truly had hated him. Not one bit.

“The tattoo on my foot was for him,” she confessed quietly, hoping that he had fallen asleep already almost as much as she was hoping he was awake so that she could finally speak about him, her Papi. “He used to take me out into the backyard with all of the lights turned off so that we could lay on the grass and look up at the stars.” She smiled sadly up at the ceiling, her throat tightening with emotions that still hurt like a thousand knives piercing her skin. “He was my best friend,” she sniffled, nuzzling a little deeper into the pillow beneath her head, “my only friend.”

 

“It’s a beautiful tribute,” Robin replied softly. He’d never known of the tattoo’s existence until this whole thing had started. It had been practically the only bit of information he didn’t already know about her. She’d refused his attempts at learning the origin of it up until tonight and she still wasn’t sure why she was telling him but, she thought, she found herself content with having done it.

 

“Thank you,” she breathed, wishing she could see through brick and stone to the sky above them.

 

“And Regina?” he asked a long moment later when her eyes were beginning to grow heavy and sleep began to claim her. He waited until she made a soft sound of encouragement before he finished, “He wasn’t your only friend,” and to clarify, to ensure she understood him, he added, “not anymore at least.”

 

She startled at the tap on the glass of her door, forcing herself to smile at the sight of the intruder on the other side. Zelena. She motioned for the redhead to come in, asking, “What can I do for you?” when the other woman closed the door behind her.

“Oh, it’s nothing really,” her voice was saccharine, her smile almost verging on maliciously gleeful as she took in the bare walls and taped boxes, “just came to have a look at the place, see how you’re getting on.”

Regina could hear it for what it was, a poorly concealed hint that time was ticking and that she was no longer an editor here but now something of an intruder. “I’m almost done,” she gave back, keeping her gaze steady and her tongue bitten – what she wouldn’t give to tell the woman what she’d really thought of her for all of these years but she wasn’t going to leave like that, she was going to be the epitome of class – “just saying goodbye to the place.”

“Yes, well…” Zelena smiled with a shrug, “don’t linger too long, will you?”

Regina matched her terribly fake laugh and watched as the redhead left with one last flash of her wicked smile and wave of her fingers. God, she was awful.

“She gives you a run for your money, I’ll say that much,” Robin laughed before taking another swig from his bottle, giving an indignant but amused “hey!” when she threw her bottle cap at him in retaliation.

 

She watched the fire burning for a little while, allowing her thoughts to ebb and flow like the tide hidden by the dark of night before she was frowning and asking, “I’m not as bad as her, am I?”

 

“Asks the woman forcing me to marry her lest I lose my job?”

 

He’d meant it to be playful, she can tell by his tone but his words pick at an already open wound because she’s been thinking about it more and more these past few days. Thinking about just what she’s asking him to do. It’d been easy in the beginning, he’d been nothing more than the assistant she relied on throughout the work day but she’d gotten to know him over these last few days, gotten to know his family and there’ve been promises made about spending holidays in one another’s company despite the plan to get a quickie divorce in a couple of months. 

“I’m sorry, Regina.”

 

“Don’t apologise,” she laughed softly – it sounded forced even to her own ears – “you’re right. I’m just as awful as Zelena, if not worse.”

 

She struggled to open the door with the box in her hands, managed to squeeze her way out but grunted when it swung and hit her in the back with a dull thud, winding her and dislodging something that fell to the floor with a great smash. Blinking open her eyes, her heart sunk when she realised it was the framed photograph of her father that had sat atop her desk for the duration of her time here.

Her resolve to remain strong and not show weakness in front of everyone faded as she stared helplessly at the only picture she had of him before she moved to bend and retrieve it.

“Let me.”

She stilled, froze at the sound of his voice. “Robin?” She was almost sure she was imagining things because she’d left him back in England standing at the altar in front of all of his friends and family.

He lifted his head and blue eyes met her own. It really was him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the very same thing,” he replied, dropping his gaze back to the ground so that he could scoop up the bigger shards of glass and the photograph between gentle hands, turning it and depositing it on top of the desk behind him before turning back to her. “A note was all you left me with?”

Her stomach flipped, she’d confessed to ridiculous things in that note expecting to never see him again. “I thought it was easier-“

“Than what?” he questioned, “than staying and having a real, adult conversation with me after everything that we’ve been through, after everything that happened.”

“What was the point?” she shook her head, fighting against the tears building at the sight of him before her, “it wouldn’t have changed anything. I’d still be the bitch boss forcing you to marry me.”

“You know that you became so much more than that the moment we kissed.”

She was shivering violently, kept warm only by the strong arm holding her against his body as he walked her up to their shared room. God, she must look like such an idiot.

 

It’d been too much for her to take though, being surrounded by love like that, the love of a parent and of a grandparent. She hadn’t belonged to a family in so long and suddenly she did through their acceptance and care. “I’d forgotten what it felt like,” she murmured, allowing him to sit her down on the edge of the bed as he moved to the drawer in which her things lay.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Her brow furrowed as she fought against her building tears, staring down at her fingers as she picked at her nails. “Having a family.” But the damn broke and suddenly she was thrown into a fit of sobs as she lowered her head into her hands. At least now though, she couldn’t fall off the side of a speedboat as she had done when she’d practically hijacked it to run away from her feelings.

 

He was kneeling before her in an instant, his palms on her upper arms as he tried to calm her with soothing words, pulling her against him and accepting her weight when she all but fell from the bed and onto his lap. Her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders as she pressed her face against his neck and allowed herself to be comforted for the first time in almost ten years.

 

Robin rocked them both and continued whispering those soothing words until she was able to catch her breath again. She let out a shuddered exhale before pulling back and wiping at her face. She was sitting sideways on his knees and kept from falling by strong hands at the base of her back. “I’m sorry,” her head shook. She didn’t deserve his kindness and so tried to pull away but he kept her in place.

 

“Don’t apologise for your feelings, Regina,” he replied, lifting a hand to stroke damp hair from her face, “not to me.” That touch lingered as another tear fell. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, catching the salty drop on his lips before trailing up to kiss her temple and then her forehead. It was endlessly soothing.

 

She found her palms moving to his chest, fingers curling in the damp material of his t-shirt and remaining when he pulled back enough to look at her. There was such depth in blue eyes, such emotion that she found herself almost transfixed by him. She couldn’t be sure who moved first but, after a long moment, she found herself leaning into him until their mouths met in a sweet kiss that was nothing more than a gentle press but that stopped her heart completely.

 

“That should never have happened.”

“But it did,” he pressed on, “and I’m glad it did.”

Her lips parted as she glanced at those not even pretending not to be watching the exchange and found herself shaking her head as she whispered, “I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

Dark eyes found blue once more and, God, the sincerity there, the kindness, the patience…it only broke her heart further because, “You deserve so much more than me, Robin,” her chin quivered as she continued, “you are a good man and me? I’m nothing but a monster.”

His head tilted as he looked at her in that way that always had her feeling vulnerable and over-exposed, like he could see into her very soul. “Bold and audacious perhaps but not a monster,” he shook his head a took a step closer to her, “nothing even close to a monster.”

Her eyes closed when he cupped her cheek, the tears she’d been fighting back falling as she leaned into the touch and confessed softly, “I’m scared.”

He chuckled, his hot breath washing over her skin as he replied, “Then that makes two of us.”

The box dropped from her hands and hit the floor between them but neither paid it any mind as mouths met in a kiss filled with a desperate longing and hands scrabbled to thread into hair and grip at clothes, keeping them impossibly close as cheers erupted around them.

“Marry me, Regina,” he whispered against her mouth in a break for air, smiling as he added, “because I’d really like to date you.”

Send me a pairing and a Movie Verse

Scott McCall AU (part 5)

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry for the long ass wait guys! Sorry for any typos or mistakes, I’ll go back and fix them later. I also posted a little something before this if you wanna check it out! Feedback on that post and this post are welcome! Love you guys!

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The next morning you awoke, surprisingly early, and well rested. It was only 7, what time had you even gone to bed again? Didn’t matter, you got some quiet time now, alone, to be with your thoughts and digest everything that has been going on in life.

You turned on the TV, not even thinking to turn on your phone yet, you were still kind of out of it. Still too tired to read through all the texts that Scott had no doubt sent you late into the night. Music he wanted to share, feedback on the music he found out you liked, and even some funny things he found that he felt like sharing.

You were happy about the past few days, but you never really just say and thought about everything.

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