the place were the dreams come true

When you were asked about your plans for the future for the first time, you hadn’t even had your first day of school yet and there were dozens of szenarios in your head of how you’d spend your life.
It took a few years for your dreams to be shaped, until the vary shadows formed contours and you could answer with a small smile playing around your lips whenever someone asked you about that time which still felt so far ahead.
However, in middle school, you had to realize that life wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought before; that many of the things you had once dreamed of would never be possible but then, new ideas started to form in your head and when your friends told you about the subjects their older siblings were studying at university, you almost couldn’t wait to grow up and follow your dreams.
In high school, you had learned about your abilities and the topics you’re interested in, what you are good at and which issues you would rather avoid.
Now, when you were asked about your plans for the future, you could answer with several opportunities lying ahead of you and you’d talk about the cities where you would have liked to study. Graduating no longer seemed out of reach nor sight but still far enough away to not worry about details or feel the need to have your whole life planned out.
But then senior year comes around.
The first weeks, even months, still feel relatively normal, compared to high school, even though more and more people around you have a concrete idea of what they will do after they graduate.
But in the beginning, it’s still possible to laugh it all off, to shrug your shoulders and form an alliance of carelessness with those who feel as lost as you do when it comes to the future.
And you begin to remember all those dreams you once had, especially those who will never truly leave your mind and you cannot stop asking yourself whether it would actually be possible for you to follow them;
if maybe, just maybe, you are really free to achieve whatever you want.
Yet, it is still easy to forget about it all by focusing on the tasks ahead, the final exams and the preparations for the last educational events you’ll ever witness with these people who have been a part of your life for so long.
It’s not hard to simply surpress your worries and fears but then the end of this final year in school comes closer and closer until all the ‘last times’ are beginning.
The last time studying for an exam, the last presentation or the last movie you’ll watch bored to death while doodling on your paper.
But also the last free period spent outside in the sun with the people who mean the world to you, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and your ribs hurt, the last time being late to class because all of you rather stay in the car to finish singing this one song, the last time of ever laughing about a joke of that funny kid in your math class.
And then, suddenly, there is only one week left until you will all go separate ways, hoping that your paths will cross again someday and you cannot possibly understand that this part of your life, which seemed endless back when you were eight, will actually come to an end.
—  // and it is when you are standing on that hill behind the building, looking over the place where you spent almost your whole life, that you realize that it might just be true what people say;
that good things have to come to an end to make room for even greater adventures
j.d.m.
A cage of golden glass

Synopsis: There was you. An ordinary human girl, wrong place, wrong time. Then there was Loki. God of Mischief, war criminal. When Thor brings you to Asgard to ensure your safety, there is nobody else you come to hate more passionately than his evil foster brother. Then Odin finally decides on a new and much more effective kind of punishment for Loki, causing your whole world to fall apart. He would simply marry him off to a mortal, someone who is, by all means, “beneath” him. You.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 7217
Warnings: smut, forced marriage

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Witch tip

“Place lavender under your pillow while thinking of your wish. Do this just prior to retiring for the night. In the morning, if you have dreamt of anything relating to your wish, it will come true. However, if you did not have dreams, or if they were unconnected with your wish, it will not manifest” ~ Scott Cunningham’s encyclopedia of magical herbs 🌙🌾✨

Where Did All the Fairy Godmothers Go?

It happened so slowly, most didn’t even realise it was happening.

The disappearance of the Fairy Godmothers.

Nobody knows where they went, but then again nobody bothered to ask. It seemed as though they’d always been there, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that no-one asked where they went until it was too late to get an answer. 

After all, the world was a big place and growing bigger every year. There were so many people. More than when the Fairy Godmother’s had first appeared.

More people than they ever hope could help. 

Magic could only do so much when they were so vastly outnumbered.

What was once commonplace became a lottery of sorts. Who would be amongst those lucky enough to meet a Fairy Godmother? To have all their dreams come true? Their problems solved? Who were the haves and who were the have-nots?

It didn’t matter how good a person was, all that mattered was being in the right place at the right time, crying the right amount of tears.

Really, it was inevitable that the backlash against Fairy Godmothers would rise over time, as the world grew bigger and fewer people got a chance at a magical happily ever after.

People always want a quick fix for their problems.

Yet, in the midst of the uproar, the anger, the envy, people forgot that Fairy Godmothers were people too. Of course, they weren’t entirely human, so it was easy to strip them of said humanity, to see them as these beacons of fate, handing out happily-ever-afters on a whim and leaving the rest of the population to rot.

It was easy to forget the fairies who had raised their children in secret.

Easy to forget the ones who loved and watched over the orphaned ones, as though they were their own.

Easy to forget the ones who protected them against the darker forces in the world, as well as those who wielded them.

Until, one day, people began to notice that it had been weeks since they’d spotted the familiar flutters of sparkling wings. There were no whispers of magical happenings at peoples’ doors, no rumours to spread. Cries for help went unanswered for everyone. It seemed at last that the world was equal- at least in terms of those hated magical shortcuts.

Some celebrated a return to fairness, others felt stabs of guilt at having pushed an entire group of beings into hiding. A few hoped they’d come back if only to help those less fortunate- who now seemed to be suffering more than ever in the fairies absence.

(There were certain murmurs among the younger folk, those who had been too small to ever be graced by fairies power, about how vocal those in positions of power had been in their hatred for the Fairy Godmothers. But those criticisms were quickly squashed by those who were louder, older, angrier.)

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and soon Fairy Godmothers were a distant memory. They became nothing more than stories to tell dazzled children, all with the understanding that Fairy Godmothers weren’t real- that if their children wanted a happily ever after, they would have to earn it like their forefathers before them.

Fairy Godmothers didn’t exist.

And their children would just have to accept that and move on.

Smartass

Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

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Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with her own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

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Movie Night.

Raphael loves movies.
He loves Godzilla and Jaws and Jurassic Park. And, admittedly, he loves disney movies. It’s not something that he shares with his brothers but he has this one memory…
He was a kid and Donnie had found a box of VHS tapes that someone had tossed out. They cleaned them up and the first one they watched was a disney movie:
Beauty and the Beast.
And he watched that movie, he watched a beautiful women fall in love with someone ugly. Someone who wasn’t human. Someone who could be mean and had a bad temper.
Someone like him.
And all Raphael could think was “That could be me. I could be the Beast.”
As he got older, he abandoned his dream and accepted that the chances of him finding his Beauty were slim to none. And even if he did…could anyone fall in love with a beast in real life? But to his surprise, he found his Beauty and she did love him.
It really was a dream come true for the turtle. So he loved movie nights because they were your nights, filled with films and takeout and cuddling.
And tonight, you were watching the new Beauty and the Beast.
Raphael brought the takeout (from that Chinese place you liked) and found you waiting on the couch.
“Hey, you! I see you brought Chang’s.”
You smiled and dug in as Raph took his seat next to you. All through the night, you cuddled and ate fortune cookies and Raphael found himself getting lost in that same old story.
It was the ballroom scence, one of his favorite parts. His eyes were locked on their dancing figures and his heart soared.
“Raph?”
He broke out of his daze and looked down at you.
“You really like this movie, huh?” you asked as you smiled.
“Yeah, I…I do. It’s one of my favorites.”
He felt embarrassed to say that out loud but you simply kissed his cheek softly and replied
“It’s one of my favorites too.”
Raphael smiled. He wrapped a muscular arm around you, pulling you closer to him. The rest of the night was spent cuddling and kissing and sharing egg rolls until you both fell asleep on the couch.

“Tale as old as time…

…True as it can be.”

Smoulder- Epilogue

Summary: Remember when this was a oneshot and it turned into a 160k fic which took almost a year to write? Lol *sobs because it’s over*

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Smoulder- Epilogue

“If you don’t stop twitching your leg, I’m going to break it.”

Adrien paused at Nathanael’s warning. A brief pause. A second’s pause.

He tried to contain himself. He really did.

A moment later, and completely subconsciously, he began to fiddle with his seat tray.

Nathanael groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Adrien apologised hurriedly, fully aware of just how irritating he was being. “I’m just nervous.”

Nathanael grinned at that.

“Really? Nervous?” he replied, tone as dry at the recycled plane air surrounding them. Quietly, he folded his own tray open, so that he had somewhere to sketch. “I had no idea banana-boy.”

“Don’t be mean tomato-head,” Adrien whined, flopping face-first onto the tiny plane window. “I’m trying my best to not be a pain.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Eschewing his own internal dilemmas, Adrien shot up, a sunlit beam brightening his face.

“You quoted it!” he cried, throwing his arms around a reluctant Nathanael. “I knew you liked Star Wars! I knew it!”

“I never said I didn’t,” Nathanael responded coyly, tapping his pencil to Adrien’s nose before bringing it to his mini-sketchbook again. Overcome by curiosity, and a need for distraction, Adrien took a quick peak at what he was drawing. A fluffy tail. Some kind of wolf maybe? Or a fox? Maybe a cat? Adrien wasn’t sure from the angle he was staring. “I just didn’t have any interest in seeing it before being made to by my roommate. My roommate who is, inconceivably, nerdier than I am.”

“Did Louis know? I bet he would’ve had something to say. Or shriek. Louis shrieks a lot,” Adrien mused, scratching the back of his head as he was still restless. “Well if he doesn’t your secret’s safe with me. What happens in London stays in London.”

“True- and you know it’s never come up. The Star Wars thing,” Nathanael replied with a small smile, his eyes distant. It was a look Adrien had come to know well over the past year. He’d dubbed it Nathanael’s ‘dream face’.

Having realised the horrendous London rent prices were worse than that of Paris (how was that possible?) Adrien had quickly asked Nathanael move in with him and his friend had jumped at the chance. Adrien couldn’t blame him, he’d seen Nathanael’s old place. The mould on the wall had looked like a demented clown and it still gave him nightmares.

They’d been roommates the entire year.

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When I was 17, from a kinda terrible home, newly out as Trans, and hugely angsty, Anthony Head took me into his life, and for the first time I was made to feel that I was worth something, he told me that he believed in me and that I should follow my dreams.

He then proceeded to spend the next few years proving those were not empty words. Now I just turned 20, I know that I’m loved, and I followed my dreams. I’m studying at university, a national award winning poet, and this is the dedications page of my second book:

Trust me when I say, life gets better. So much better. And dreams, they can certainly come true.

One, two, three

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary/Prompt: The first time you meet him, he’s fun. The second time, he’s amazing. The third time you realize he’s the most dangerous man in the universe. A chronology of a story that was never meant to be but that happened anyway.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: I want to thank my baby for giving me a prompt to work on. This is over 5.6k words so bear it with me, would you? Feedback is love, feedback is life.


Originally posted by loveironman

The first time you meet him, he’s fun. 1988.

First days of school were always terrible for you, not to mention that this one in particular seemed a lot harder than the usual first days. Further studies were always a dream you had, and everyone in your family hoped you’d get into a good school; even though your field of choice was not their favorite option, it was better than nothing. Engineering was your passion and even though you once loved dolls, make up and all those things parents feed they baby girls, they were not enough to take your heart away from your true passion, and the MIT was the place where your wildest dreams would come true. All of them.

You got inside the classroom, and you’d lie if you said you were surprised to see how many men were around you. And being the only woman in the room was even less surprising, but you were not standing small. You searched on the list hanging from the door to see if there was any other fellow female, but nope. You were the only one, and you were focused on being the best, not even Tony Stark could beat you. Wait—Tony Stark? Oh shit, this was gonna be fun.

You sat in the last row of the auditorium, near the stairs, and funny enough, you found a slouched body next to you. It never spoke a word and as you still had a few minutes before the professor arrived, you took out your notebook and started to sketch some doodles on the first page. Apparently, it caught the stranger’s attention, because he tried to start a small conversation.

“That’s cute, you should be in art class.”

“And apparently you need someone who cares about your opinion.” You shot back, not looking at him.

He giggled almost in amusement. “I’m Tony—Tony Stark. Nice to meet you”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you nodded calmly, “nice to meet you too.” You replied, trying to be cool about him.

He awkwardly thanked you for not freaking out, and you spoke for about most of the class; well, except when the professor called out on both of you. He was fun, charming and what was most important to you, he was very smart. But not the kind of book smart. He was someone with a great sense of humor and he was a great story teller. Even though you didn’t hear a thing about the class, you did learn a thing or two about the millionaire guy sitting next to you. He was not as spoiled as you thought he was, and you realized that you were prejudging him for his last name, a thing that probably he had been through a hundred times.

“You know…” you murmured, “I thought you were a brat, but you’re actually really nice.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe because you look like an ass? Just… try to smile and you’ll see how people change towards you.”

“So… may I borrow your notes?” Tony asked innocently, looking at your filled page. Even though you had not paid much attention to the professor, you still picked up some great details.

“Fuck you.”

With time, and as you saw in each other great study partners, you became fonder of his presence. He was so incredibly rich that he had a place on his own and even a maid, whom was very nice and always tried to slip out her preference for you and what great good you had done to Tony. You only laughed at it because Tony wasn’t really bad, he just needed to come down from his cloud.

You stayed there long, sleepless nights that were filled by tired groans, feelings of defeat and non-stopping cups of coffee. Tony Stark, the richest kid of your class, had seen you in your worst moments and you couldn’t care less. Even her maid –he called her his nanny—Margarita, seemed to be very fond of you and always had something delicious when you were going home. Sometimes, when Tony headed to your place, he brought some kind of edible gift, courtesy of Margarita, of course.

As months started to go by, it wasn’t a rare thing when everyone said you looked great together, but your reaction was to wrinkle your nose in disgust. You never thought about Tony in that way, but you did think about how sex would be with him. He surely was one of those rick kids that fucked everything with a vagina, and for some reason, he was just naturally good at it. A few weeks went by before you could put the idea into words, and so you broke the news to him one day.

“Stark, do you consider me your friend?” You asked. It had been a long day of studying and you both had given up on reading anything else. You were at his place, lying on his bed next to him. Even though Margarita was still around, she was very discrete and never asked personal things unless she felt completely entitled to; she knew things, she was like a bruja, but you appreciated her a lot anyway. Tony hummed and nodded in response. “Have you ever thought about me as something else?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I mean, we spend a lot of time together but you’ve never given me that hint.”

“So you have?” You asked again.

“Yeah? I don’t know.” He shook his head in confusion. “You’re great, and I do consider you my friend… but you’re just too good to be with a guy like me. I’m a fucking mess.” He giggled.

“Agreed,” you chuckled, “but… what if I told you… that we could have sex just for fun?”

“Would our friendship be ruined?” He looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow raised. You shook your head. “Just sex?” You nodded. “What if one of us start to feel something?”

“We’ll be as honest as we have always been.” You assured him.

You didn’t do it immediately; in fact, you two were just too exhausted to even think about having sex, so you just hummed in agreement. But, after a night of studying and cuddling –and a bit of drinking—you two were at your place for a change, and things started to get all heated up real soon. In just a few minutes Tony was devouring you whole. Well, it was not that good; you had way higher expectations, but he was not so bad either.

“Good night, Tony.” You lazily said and wrapped yourself with the blankets.

“Good night, gorgeous.” He replied, nuzzling at your neck and giving you a quick kiss on your hot skin.

You fell asleep in his arms and had the best night of sleep in a very long time.

The next morning, he was not there anymore; he was nowhere to be found. The next few days he ignored you and pretended like nothing ever happened, not even your friendship. The last time you saw Tony Stark, was when he held a blonde in his arms at one of the faculty parties. You tried to play it cool, like you didn’t care, but you did care. You cared a lot. It took you a while to understand what he had done.

He used you.

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DEAR EVAN HANSEN LYRIC STARTERS ! 
     feel free to change any pronouns & such & make it more like your muse would say it, if you need to ! <3

“ have you been writing those letters to yourself? ”
“ dear ____, today’s gonna be a good day & here’s why…”
“ can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh? ”
“ can we buck up just enough to see the world won’t fall apart? ”
“ we’re not giving up before we’ve tried. ”
“ this year, we make a new start. ”
“ perfect. ”
“ i’m proud of you already. ”
“ another stellar conversation for the scrapbook. ”
“ i’m kinda coming up empty. ”
“ does anybody have a map? ”
“ anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? ”
“ i don’t know if you can tell, but this is just me pretending to know. ”
“ i need a clue. ”
“ the scary truth is i’m flying blind. ”
“ i’m making this up as i go. ”
“ you are not missing the first day. ”
“ i already said i’d go tomorrow. ”
“ he doesn’t listen. ”
“ look at him, he’s probably high.”
“ he’s definitely high. ”
“ each days another wrong turn. ”
“ i’ve learned to slam on the brake before i even turn the key. ”
“ give them no reason to stare. ”

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Luxuriation

Plot: just Seb fucking you in a bathroom | Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral, fingering, this gif I added???

Word count: 2375

A/N: I haven’t posted in a while so take this as a peace offering! Also, I’m not at home and I have really bad Internet access here so I won’t tag anyone atm!

Masterlist | Request

Originally posted by sebastiansource

A New Year’s Eve party with your co-workers, in a club. What a dream come true. This was the last place you’d wanted to spend the last night of the year, but here you were, standing next to the bar, a glass of red wine in your hand, waiting for your friend who promised to be back in 5 minutes, but it had already been about 20.

You watched people grind on each other on the dancefloor; two of your male colleagues making out in the corner across the room made you smile. They always did have a crush on each other, it was adorable, yet gross since they were practically dry humping each other in public. 

But then your friend popped up right behind you, startling you. “Giiirrlll, you have no idea what just happened.’‘ 

You snorted. ’'What?”

“I just met my possible future husband! Did you know Chris Evans is here?” she practically squealed. You arched an eyebrow in question, since you weren’t really familiar with the name. 

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Marissa Smith of NYLON Magazine

We can’t imagine that being NYLON’s Senior Fashion Market Editor is easy, but Marissa Smith sure knows how to make it look FUN. We’re constantly checking in with Marissa to stay in the loop for upcoming collections and collabs, and thought it was about time we introduce you to our go-to girl. With a closet filled with color and checkerboard, we just had to take Marissa to the Brooklyn USA Diner for a bright and bold photoshoot. Checkerboard on checkerboard? Yes, PLEASE! Read on to hear about Marissa’s journey at NYLON, and why Vans have been her style staple from the start.

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Tables Turn

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Junmyeon x (she)reader

~ Inspiration to one of @wonho-ful-reactions pieces of work, thank you :) x


Being married to the leader of the EXO aka Asia’s biggest and most feared mafia gang had its perks: nice car, nice house, traveling, respect from others, and a nice life overall. Except the reason that you were here in the first place… Junmyeon. You have no choice in this marriage, Junmyeon wanted you for himself, all for himself. If only he could get the same message.


You didn’t want to admit it but you were jealous, girls and boys practically throw themselves towards Junmyeon and the other EXO members, some of them gladly respond but the thought of Junmyeon with someone else sickened you to the core.


A soft voice pierced your thoughts. “(Y/N)?”


You jumped slightly at the noise and came back from your imagination. “Sorry, I was just thinking about tonight.”


The maidservant smiled as she set out your outfit for the evening, a long pearly white dress with a silver belt decorated with beautiful gems and diamonds; paired with bedazzled shoes to match. “Mr Junmyeon will love to see you in this dress, my lady.”


You nodded in response and turned back to your dressing table. The maidservant walked over to you and began to work her magic. Slowly taking pieces of your freshly washed hair and creating a small plaited bun on the back of your head. Usually you would have another person to do your hair and makeup, however Charlotte is talented in those areas, despite her being just a servant.


“There… finished,” She said proudly. You closely into the mirror beside you and saw her wonderful creation. You looked beautiful, even if it was hard to admit.


Charlotte’s eyes frantically went from your hair to the reflection, back and forth, back and forth. “So… do you like it?” She asked hesitantly, grasping her hands tightly together.


“Yes, I love it.” You smiled back. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Now let’s get you dressed.”


You gently walked down the long steps into the front foyer, holding onto the banister for support in your tall heels. There were many people waiting in the huge room for transportation to arrive to then be whisked away to the ball. However, Junmyeon was nowhere to be seen. Your bottom lip protrudes slightly in sadness, even if your husband did annoy you most of the time, you did miss him. Especially on a night like this, these balls were infamous for hosting great mafia gangs and groups alike, it was an evening filled with trades, deals, and negotiating; in an orderly fashion.


You feel a warmth on your shoulder. Jongdae greeted you in a tight embrace. As if he read your mind he says, “Junmyeon hyung is going to meet us at the ball, he had some work to deal with.”


If you had a penny for each time you heard that, you would be able to take over the mafia yourself. Jongdae noticed your sudden drop in mood and gave you a reassuring smile. You liked Jongdae a lot, and the other EXO members too, but Jongdae knew about your jealously and love/hate about Junmyeon, he’s the only one you trust with such secret information.


“Come on babe, let’s go.” Jongdae said holding out his arm for you to grasp.


You snorted at his words, “My husband would kill you if he heard you say that.”


You’d seen some amazing things in your life but this place was unforgettable. A tall singular chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light coming through projected rainbow patterns onto the decorated walls. The humongous room was filled to the brim with people, all dressed to their best. A soft tune of jazz echoed in the background which had people slowly swaying too. This place screamed the life of luxury and lavishness.


After taking in the beauty of the setting, you focused yourself onto one thing. Junmyeon. Jongdae said he was here… where is he??


You squeezed through the crowd and bumped into people but he was nowhere to be seen. You had even asked rival gang member Namjoon from BTS if he had seen your husband, you received no answer.


You huffed out in frustration and brought your hand to your hurting head. You needed a breath of fresh air to calm your senses. You made your way towards the back entrance, which overlooked the gardens to the mansion. Even during the dark night, it still looked beautiful.


The cold evening air prickled your skin as you walked towards a rock bench. You plopped yourself down and looked at your surroundings. Your eyes scanned the setting. People, people, another bench, more people, Junmyeon, a plant, even more people… wait… Junmyeon??


You blinked your eyes in shock and tried to focus on the figure in the distance. He was stood with a woman, who was wearing a tight black dress. She was clearly trying to get his attention, showing off her long legs, flashing a toothy smile. You were used to this kind of stuff, it happens on a daily. You sighed at her attempt.


You start to make your way over to your husband for a strong word to word when you’re stopped in your tracks. He was… smiling at her. Laughing at her jokes. Looking her up and down like a piece of meat. He was liking the attention he was being given. This was your worst nightmare. Your heart shattered. Your gasped at the scenery so loud it alerted Junmyeon. Abruptly, he averted his eyes to meet your broken ones. His face went blank, guilt rushed over.


You ran from the scene with tears biting at your eyes. You dashed towards the next empty vehicle, not stopping despite the shouts from your husband behind you.


“Take me home please.” You said quickly to the driver, slamming the car door.


“Which house ma’am?” He questioned looking at you through the rear-view mirror.


“The EXO house.” You sighed.


Once you saw your bed, you collapsed onto it and burst into tears. Everything was coming up to that one moment, all your jealous thoughts had been true. You tried so hard to deny your love for Junmyeon, despite all the love he gave you. Seeing him looking at someone sparked this emotion you had never felt for him before. If only you knew this sooner. Now here you are, enveloped by your tears and dirty tissues. Welling over your husband you now only love due to jealously and envy. Oh, how the tables turn…


“(Y/N)?”


You know that voice so well.


You couldn’t bear to look at him, you were torn between punching him straight in the jaw or tackling him to the bed in kisses. Best to look away…


Junmyeon sighed and rested himself next to you on the bed. His dark eyes showed concern and sadness.


He gently placed his hand onto yours and rubbed slow circles onto your thumb.


“(Y/N)… I am so sorry for what I did.” You didn’t respond. “But I had to.”


What?…


Your head quickly snapped up to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean you had to?” Your words turning slowly more sinister as each syllable was spoken.  


Junmyeon chuckled slightly and moved his lips to your forehead, a soft kiss. He pulls away. “Blame Jongdae.” He said smirking “He told me everything.”


You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Remind me to never tell anyone anything around here.”


Junmyeon’s smile grew wider and he kissed you again on the cheek. Hand placed on the lower part of your back.


You turned to look at your husband. For the first time in years you look at him with love. This is all Junmyeon could ever ask for, his dream had come true.
You both leant forwards to embrace in a passionate kiss. You were finally both happy, with each other. Forever and always.


Auston Matthews - Mystery girl

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

featuring Patrik Laine (as a cute little brother)

A/N: This is definitely gonna have another part! 

Word count: 1,444

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Being Patrik Laine’s older sister was amazing. He was really good brother, always taking care of you and vice versa, of course you needed to take care of your little brother. Making sure he ate healthy and many another things, what only annoying big sister does. And when he got drafted at second, you almost dragged him down to floor. You were proudest big sister in the world. Best moment in your life. Then he even took you to Winnipeg with him! Okay, he needed you to take care of his house and him. Even though he didn’t want to admit last one. Deep down you knew it. He didn’t need to tell you it.

Living in Winnipeg was like dream come true. Canada has always been interesting place and you’ve read lots of good things about it. But Winnipeg! It was perfect place to live. Patrik for sure knew that. What wouldn’t he knew? You both read each other like open book. Sometimes it was great thing but in the other hand, you really couldn’t keep anything from him. He always knew what was going in your life but you did too. 

Sadly your brother didn’t really like to party. Especially now that his girlfriend from Finland was in Winnipeg. That’s why you were in club alone. You liked to go clubbing but Patrik wasn’t really that kind of person. He liked quiet nights in home but you in the other hand loved to go out and meet new people. Of course you had to do that now, you were living in big city where you had like five friends. Thanks to Patrik. You had meet few people in the club but hadn’t really stayed in touch with them. But one of guys you had know through Patrik was Nikolaj Ehlers, one of your brother’s best friends.

And thanks to Nikolaj, you now knew best clubs in Winnipeg. When you got to know him, he took you to “night club tour by Nikolaj”. It was great night but Patrik didn’t really agree with that. You were absolutely smashed after your guys little nightlife tour. But kind brother that Patrik was, he actually took care of you when you were puking out everything you have ever ate in your entire life! He even made you breakfast. What a brother!

Now you were alone at one of your favorite clubs. You had talked with few people but always got lost from them at the dance floor. But you really didn’t mind about that because every time you found yourself ordering different drinks. You wanted taste everything that you didn’t taste in Finland. As far you were loving drinks in Canada, even though you missed some Finnish drinks. 

After waiting for a good ten minutes without service, you were getting frustrated with the situation. But suddenly bartender place drink in front of you, disappearing to service another customers. You didn’t even have time to ask about drink or who order it for you. You tried to watch people around you, thinking about who ordered fancy drink for you.

“Hello stranger”, you heard deep voice next to you. Turning around you saw one and only Auston Matthews next to you. How did you not notice that there were Leaf’s players in the club. Were you blind or what was wrong? You weren’t even thinking about that there might be any players in the club. Because; first, Jets’ players usually didn’t hangout at this club and second, Leaf’s has lost a game today against Jets. In your mind hockey players would stay at home or hotel if they lost. Not partying. And yes, that opinion was based on Nikolaj’s and Joel Armia’s actions. 

“Oh, you’re famous Auston Matthews”, you blurted out and soon after felt kind of embarrassed. Did you really start conservation with that? You tried to laugh it off and you heard Auston chuckle. Probably wasn’t first time when he heard that.

“Yes, that’s me. But is pretty girl doing alone here?”, he answered to me and I laughed. You needed to admit that he was hotter in person than in pictures or in television. He was actually really hot. At this point you didn’t even want to tell him that you were Patrik’s older sister. Why? You had only bad memories about it. People trying to date and hook up with you because of the name, not just you. Even though he was hockey player but still and right now you didn’t want to be just Patrik Laine’s sister. 

“Didn’t want to be at home. I knew I could get friends here”, you said to him. Suddenly you felt how he put hand against your lower back. It send tingles through your spine and you liked it. You even took step closer to him. Damn, he smelled nice. Like really nice. And his smile! Everything in him. Were you in heaven? What did you do in your previous life to get this?

“I see. Well then, I’m Auston and you are..”, he continued, even though at this point he knew that you knew who he was. You still laughed at him.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you”, you played with him.

“Pretty name for pretty girl”. Oh, he was really flirty!

After talking hours with Auston, you were walking with him towards his hotel room. You were sure that you would regret this at morning. Patrik has told you not to hook up with any of the players. But rules are made to break, right? And right now you couldn’t really even think straight. You just walked with Auston, leaning on him little bit. Laughing at something stupid he has said.

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You could swore that you haven’t had this bad hangover ever and waking up to phone beeping next you wasn’t nice either. It took couple seconds to understand that it was your phone that was blowing up from the amount of text messages you were getting. Yawning bit, you took your phone and looked who was texting you. Fuck, it was Patrik. Asking where you were and why didn’t you come home at night. There was even few texts from fellow Finn, Joel, telling how Patrik was losing his mind.

You took your time before texting to your brother. You watched Auston sleeping next to you, blanket on his hips, showing his muscular chest and abs. You lucky girl was all you could think. Then you snapped back to reality, thanks to Patrik. You avoided to answer him where you were but told him how you would be back soon. After texting and muting your phone, you turned to see Auston who was still sleeping. His mouth slightly open, little bit drool on his jaw. Still he looked hot with that messy dark hair. 

Wanting to tease him bit, you planted little kisses to his chest and soon he woke up to that. Smiling. He wiped around his mouth and jaw, laying on his back. He was piece of art. Really.

“Good morning. I hoped you would be here when I wake up”, he told you. His voice was so sexy. Morning voice. You could swore that you were dying in this spot because how sexy he was.

“Had to break that because I need to go. My brother is losing his mind ‘cause I didn’t go to home like I promised”, you told him and laughed. He placed kiss to your lips and nodded. Probably understood that because he had sisters too. Or that’s what you read about.

“Leave me at least your phone number?”, he asked, still laying on the bed. You nodded to him. 

After you were dressed you found piece of paper and a pen. Automatically you wrote your first and last names without thinking about it. No big deal, right? Then you wrote your number on the paper and left it on the table next to bed. You placed kiss on his lips and left the hotel room to go home to see your brother.

What took Auston by surprise was to see name (Y/N) Laine on the paper that you had left on his hotel room. Did he really hook up with Patrik Laine’s sister without knowing it? To someone else it wouldn’t sound bad but this would mean lots of trouble with Finnish player at the ice. That was last thing Auston wanted. But still he felt something, he was sad that you left. He would liked if you had stayed him couple hours more. He definitely would contact you even if Patrik didn’t like that. There was something in you that Auston really had liked. 

Archie Drabble

Originally posted by kylogue


Charachters: Archie x Reader?

Word Count: 294 (Reminder that this is not a full-length fic but a drabble…)

Warnings: None… slight angst

A/N: So you guys seemed to like the first imagine I posted on this blog which makes me really happy. Requests are open so if you have an idea, ship, or charachter request please go over to my ask box and let me know! Feedback is always appreciated. Love ya!


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You watched the fiery head of hair with longing. Archie Andrews had your heart and you did nothing about it. The beginning of the summer was great. You talked nearly every day, or every other day. And then one of those days had turned into a steamy make out session in his backyard. 

 He hadn’t regretted it, and clearly neither had you. It went on for a couple weeks, until his dad had him start to help out at his shop. You saw less and less of him until the week before the 4th of July. Then he had just stopped talking to you altogether. 

 You continued to watch from afar, never knowing why it all had stopped. The more you thought about it the more anxious and depressed you became so you decided to let the issue go for the time being. 

 On the day fireworks were to be let out to represent this country’s independence, Jason Blossom turned up dead. That’s when you started to notice how squirrelly Archie became when it was mentioned and how he always seemed to find away to be near Ms. Grundy when school had started again. 

 You had also noticed how the events that had taken place at the beginning of summer would never be mentioned again. As if it were a mere dream you had to convince yourself was real. And so as you watched the boy who had wrecked you from the inside out, you realized it would never be real. 

That fantasy that had come true for you this summer would never be brought up, but instead ignored. And those stolen glances you occasionally caught from him only struck a pain in your heart, when you were reminded again of what could have been.

Long Time

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: When the reader’s best friend moves to the other side of the country, they certainly never expected to bump into him two years later.

Pairing(s): Ethan x Reader

Warnings: None! I was a pure bean for once.

A/N: It took me a looong time to get round to writing this, but here it is. In this the reader is from Maine like Ethan so I apologise to everyone that lives elsewhere (that’s gotta be, like, the majority of y’all, right?). Flashbacks/memories are in italics.

Originally posted by nestorquik

The strong scent of coffee hit you instantly as you stepped into the café. You ordered your usual, popping your headphones into your ears as you received the paper cup and stepped back outside into the street. It was a bright and sunny day, something you were still getting used to since you had only moved from Maine a couple of months ago.

You couldn’t help but feel a little homesick as your mind wandered back to your family and friends that were currently on the opposite side of America. All of your dreams had come true when you were accepted into an elite college in Los Angeles, a place you had always longed to see. You sighed as you thought back to when Ethan Nestor was in your life. You had grown up together, your entire lives you were practically joined at the hip. Everyone would comment on how close you were and that, some day, you would wind up married. He was your rock, your soulmate. Nothing could separate the two of you.


Five years ago

“That’s no fair, you cheated!” Ethan panted as he reached the bench you were sprawled across.

“You said it was a race, you never specified when said race started.” You laughed at him, patting the seat next to you.

“God damn you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He grumbled, collapsing onto the bench and resting an arm over the back of it. You instinctively manoeuvred yourself into his side and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, watching the sun set over the horizon, before Ethan stood up and suggested you start walking back home.

“Stay round mine for the night,” you offered. “You know you’re welcome to.”

“That’s just what we need, more evidence suggesting we’re dating.” He joked, removing his jacket and throwing it around your frame to protect you from the cold.

“Well, can you blame everyone for thinking it?” You teased.

“As if I’d ever date you, you’re gross.”

“I’m gross? At least I don’t have cooties.”

“Real mature, Y/N. The day I date you is the day Hell freezes over.”

“I’d rather shave my head than date you.” You laughed, prodding him in the ribs playfully.

“Tell you what, if we end up dating then we can shave our heads together.”

“Nah,” you said, running your fingers through his thick, brown hair. “I like your hair too much. Why don’t you dye it instead?”

He grinned and nodded in agreement. “What colour should I dye it?”

You shrugged, thinking of his favourite colour. “How about blue?”

“You have yourself a deal,” he said, shaking your hand. “When we start dating I will dye my hair and you’ll shave yours off.”

I think you mean if we start dating, Ethan.”

“Yeah, sure, if.”


Present day

You mentally cursed as the image of your old best friend found its way into your brain. You had managed to avoid thinking about him ever since he had left you. That selfish, arrogant bastard. He had moved away with little explanation, leaving you all alone and wondering why you weren’t good enough for him. It had been almost two years now since you had last spoken and you had given up all hope on him tracking you down and apologising like you had hoped.

Suddenly. everything around you reminded you of him. The song playing on your phone described how you felt about him; the sky was his favourite shade of blue; the drink you were holding was the same one that he used to make you every morning.

You needed to get this boy off your mind, fast.

Rounding a corner, you found yourself at a large park that you had discovered about a week back. It was the ideal spot to sit and watch the world go by, especially when you had a good playlist and a delicious drink. The song ‘Fergalicious’ came on and you felt a bitter-sweet pang of pain in your heart. You were there when Ethan recorded himself lip-syncing to it all those years ago and from then on you would use it to wind him up. Hurriedly, you skipped the song, allowing yourself to relax slightly when it was no longer playing.

Your eyes wandered over to a yellow Lab, happily trotting alongside a group of men. Two were making large gestures with their arms and having a conversation as another recorded it, the camera on his shoulder blocking his face. The dog watched them warily and you could hear them talk to it before erupting into laughter. You couldn’t help but smile as the dog’s tail started wagging excitedly at the sound of its owners’ happiness. Ethan loved dogs too.

You groaned, finding it impossible not to think of him now. It was like the floodgates had opened and every suppressed emotion and thought were now crashing through in one massive tidal wave, flooding your senses and consuming your mind.


Two years ago

The sound of someone knocking on your door echoed through your house. Beaming at the person on the other side of it once you opened it, you stepped to one side to let them in.

“Ethan, hi. I didn’t know you were coming round today.” You greeted him, leading him to the couch in the living room before sitting next to him.

“Actually, I have news,” he announced. “I can’t stay too long, I need to pack.”

“Going on holiday?” You asked, surprised neither he - nor his family - had told you.

Ethan fiddled with his fingers, twiddling his thumbs and cracking his knuckles. “Not exactly.” You waited patiently for him to elaborate before he took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N, I don’t want to make things awkward between us, but there’s something I need to get off my chest. I just hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” you reassured him, holding one of his hands in your own. “Ethan, you’re my best friend, you can tell me anything.”

“Y/N, I love you.” He blurted out. His cheeks turned pink and he dropped his gaze.

“Well, yeah, I love you too, doofus.” You joked, a little confused.

“No - I mean - more than a friend.” He explained.

“Wait, what?” You said weakly, not quite taking it all in yet.

“Y/N, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. You’re everything to me, I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s why this is going to be really difficult…”

You stared at him in shock as he trailed off. Never had you thought that he would harbour romantic feelings for you, let alone declare his love for you like this. You felt your face light up, you were overjoyed with happiness.

And that’s when he spoke again.

“I’m moving to California.”

Your face fell in disbelief as you struggled to find the right response.

“W-what?” You finally managed to stammer out.

Ethan spoke quickly, as if he was worried he might change his mind if he stopped talking for even a second. “Tomorrow. I’m leaving Maine and moving to California. My friends from YouTube invited me to work with them and it’s an offer I can’t say no to. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared you would try and stop me. I don’t want to leave you, but you have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. And I don’t want my feelings for you to get in the way of me finally getting what I want in life. So, this is me getting everything off my chest and… and saying goodbye.”

When he was finished talking he just watched you, waiting for your reaction. You were overcome with emotions as everything clicked in your head, your best friend reciprocated your love for him, but he was leaving you. He didn’t want to tell you in case it hurt you, but he also didn’t trust you enough to let him achieve his dreams. You looked into his stormy green-blue eyes and saw nothing but anguish.

“Ethan, I would never try to get in the way of your goals, and if you don’t know that by now then you clearly don’t know me as well as you think.” Your voice wobbled slightly and you tried to keep a straight face.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I meant- I just meant that if you had tried to convince me to stay then I would’ve. But I need to put this job first, I can’t have someone tying me down.” He stopped when he realised what he had said. “Wait, no, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t-”

“Get out.” You hissed, cutting him off.

Ethan’s face paled, his eyes wide. “No, Y/N, please-”

“I said get out.” You said sternly. You stood up pointed to the door.

He walked away, tears threatening to spill onto his face as he watched you open the door for him. “Y/N-”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for in California,” you told him, going to slam the door on him.

“Wait,” he called, leaning against it with one arm. “Before I go, I have to know. Do you love me too?”

You clenched your jaw and stared him straight in the eye. “Goodbye, Ethan.” You pushed him outside and let the tears fall silently as the latch clicked behind him, removing him from your life forever.


Present day

Something warm and wet hit your hand and you opened your eyes in surprise, half expecting it to be tears. Instead, you found yourself face to face with the Labrador, who was now licking your palm and nuzzling her nose into your fingers.

“Well, hey there, gorgeous.” You cooed, petting her gently and cracking a small smile when she barked in response. “What’s your name?”

“That’s Chica,” a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up and saw one of the men from before watching you. He had dark hair and kind eyes. “I’m sorry if she’s bothering you, she ran off before we could put her back on her leash.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble. She just wanted to say hello.” You replied, returning your gaze to Chica, her big, brown eyes staring up at you and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.

“Well, say goodbye to the nice person, Chica, it’s time to go home.” The man said. You gathered your things and went to head off yourself when the other two men walked over to the three of you.

“You ready to go, Mark?” The taller of the pair asked. The first man said something in reply, but you were too distracted to hear it.

The last man was staring at you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with shock. His bright blue hair was different, yet a familiar shade. The same colour that he loved so much.

“Ethan?” You asked quietly, not sure whether to trust your instinct.

“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking as tears started flowing down his face.

“Ethan!” You ran towards him and he met you halfway, pulling you into a tight hug and twirling you around.

“Y/N!” He cried, collapsing onto the floor, you still in his arms as you sobbed. “I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

“I am too. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You whispered, clinging to him for dear life, as if you were afraid you would lose him again if you let go.

“I wanted to call you but I was so scared you wouldn’t want to be friends after what happened. Not a day’s passed that I don’t regret what happened.” He told you, cradling you gently as his tears fell on the top of your head.

“Ethan,” you managed to choke out between sobs. “I love you too.” You felt him stiffen before he hugged you even harder and kissed your forehead.

“I love you,” He repeated. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Hey, uh, guys?” Mark called awkwardly. “I hate to interrupt, but what the heck is going on here?”

“I’ll tell you what’s going on here,” Ethan replied, scrambling to stand up and pulling you up behind him. “Y/N here has to shave their head.”

anonymous asked:

Will you do prompts on the hero's younger sidekick being taken hostage by their nemesis? Maybe even for more than just "having the kid around ruins our fun"? Different reasons for a villain to take the sidekick please. Thanks x

1) "Let me go!”
 “Now, stop it. Running around and getting into trouble is no place for you. Really, I don’t know how they can call themselves hero and allow children to fight their battles.”
“I’m not a child,” the sidekick spat. 


2) “They saved me!”
“You say that as if saving someone doesn’t inspire gratitude. Or, perhaps, you imagine they did it out of the goodness of their hearts?” The nemesis raised their brow. Tutted, chiding, and turned the sidekick’s chin. “So young, so powerful, so mouldable. Oh, I bet you were a dream come true to them.”
“It’s not like that!” Of course it wasn’t like that. They were just trying to mess with their head. 


3) The sidekick stumbled forward, limbs bound, only to find themselves facing - young, their age, the stranger was their age. But the features were startlingly familiar to the villain’s.
“And you say I never give you anything,” the nemesis said. “Look what I’ve brought you, just as you asked. Maybe now you’ll stop complaining about having no one your own age to play with, hm?”

Monthly Fic Rec March (x)

A fluffy AU in which Louis owns a restaurant that’s next door to Harry’s shop, and Louis is completely unaware how smitten he really is. 

The one where Harry is Britain’s new pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager and things get confusing. 

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.
Harry and Louis choose the latter.

The AU in which Louis and Liam are forced to stay at the B&B Harry runs, and Louis really cannot stand him (who runs a B&B at the age of twenty anyway?) until he finds himself really not wanting to have to say goodbye.

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Do you love me anymore? Part 2 (Alec x Reader)

“Y/N” A voice said snapping you out of your thoughts. It was Isabelle running into the room with a smile on her face.

 

“Hey Izzy, what’s up?” You said

 

“I wanted you to help me pick out dresses for the wedding” She said while jumping around. If there was one thing that Isabelle love more then anything in this world it had to be fashion, it was her favourite passed time as she put it.

 

“Sure, maybe you can pick out mine?” You questioned. Izzy just nodded at you happily then grabbed your hand pulling you towards her bedroom.  As much as you didn’t want to be happy about Alec’s wedding you knew that you couldn’t just be stuck over him forever. So even if you weren’t happy you could as well try to be. Plus bonding time with Isabelle was always the best.

 

 

 “You look beautiful Y/N” Jace said as he waked into the room. You turned at him and smile

“You really think so?”

 

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you. Maybe Alec can finally see what he let get away.” Jace told you as he went for a hug.

 

“Hey” You said hitting his chest “It’s Alec’s wedding day let’s not talk about this. We should all be happy for him. It’s going to be one of the best days of his life.”

Jace just laughed and step back.

 

“Wow leave it to you to be happy on your ex’s wedding day” Clary added as she and Simon walked into the room.

 

“What can I say, I’m all about that mess up fairytale” You joked as the others laughed. This is what you needed to take your mind of everything. You didn’t want to think about how in a few minutes you will watch the love of your life to get married to someone life.

 

“Well we should go if we want to catch this mess up fairytale” Jace said as he put his hand in Clary leading the way.

 

“You ready?” Simon asked cornered while lacing your hands together too.

 

“As ready as I can ever be” You whisper back at Simon pulling your usual fake smile.

 

 

 

 As you guys took your seats you look around the room. It was beautiful, it was like a dream wedding come true for anyone. Everything was perfectly in place. You wondering for a belief moment if you were going to able to stay and watch but then you remember that you were stronger then this. No one was going to see you cry. You also weren’t going to ruined this day for Alec. If this is what he wanted he could have it, as long as he was happy. You caught Izzy running the down the aisle from the corner of your eye so you turned and look at her with confusing all cross your face. She grabbed your hand as she got in front of you guys and said

“Excused me but I’m going to take Y/N”. The others nodded and she dragged you away.

 

“What in the world do you need Isabelle? The wedding is about to start” You commanded while crossing your arms.

 

“That’s the thing I need to talk to you about” Isabelle took your hands into hers and whisper “ I went to check on mom to see how she was doing because you know her first born is getting married. I came across some news I wasn’t suppose to hear.” Isabelle stop for a second catching her breath then rumble on again “She was talking to Dad and Alec about the wedding, and she umm how do I say this? She told Alec that it was what was best for this family and this institue.” You look at Izzy lost

 

“I still don’t get what you mean Izzy” Isabelle took a deep breath preparing herself to tell you the news, finally looking you in the eyes Izzy said “The wedding isn’t real oh wait that’s not what I meant. Alec’s and Lydia are only marrying each other for this institus. Everything going wrong here is making a bad name for this place so their getting married to try and fix it.” You stared at Isabelle with wide eyes. Not knowing what to do. Maybe Alec still love you maybe he lie. You didn’t know so you didn’t take the chance.

 

“Who cares Izzy, can we just go back before the wedding starts?” You asked trying to hurry her.

 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Izzy answerd taken back by your questioned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

 

“No but this is what Alec wants so it fine by me. I’ll support him no matter what” Izzy smile at you before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “Your amazing person” she whipser into your ear, making you smile. “Now let’s go watch this wedding” As you two walked back out together you knew you did the right thing because Alec loved his family and would do anything for them. This was it, it was the right choice.

{ five's company }

pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

t/w: none!

a/n: my first!! poly!hamilsquad x reader fan fic!!! it’s finally up lol im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s kind of good?? not even sure about the name yet but you know what it’s finally up! that’s worth celebrating. thanks for being so patient. enjoy!

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prologue. 

 New York City was your favorite place in the world hands down. You’d been out here for school to begin with but stayed because of the atmosphere. It was also where you met your four boyfriends. You shared the city you loved with the four loves of your life. 

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