things go by quickly

current fav thing to draw is lil Allura with young Coran

Also

i have fallen hard

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Aaaand more triforce voyage AU, now with colors.

Expect a comic soon.

The One With The Interruption
  • *221B*
  • John: *knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door*
  • Sherlock: *in a sexy voice* Come iiiiin. I've been waiting for youuuuu.
  • John: *enters* Hey, I was just wondering- *shouting* for God's sake! *backs runs out in horror* what the hell are you doing?
  • Sherlock: *following, pulling on a dressing gown; annoyed* What does it look like? I was- I was taking a nap.
  • John: *averting his eyes* Since when do you take naps in that position? *groans* tPlease tell me you weren't waiting for me...
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Don't flatter yourself. I'm seeing someone from work *thinking* I'm seeing a woman from work!
  • John: *impressed* That really fit Hopkins woman?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Sure.
  • John: *quickly* Well, in that case, just give me a second and I'll be out of your hair. I'll just get a jacket and when I get back, I don't want to know anything.
  • -knocking-
  • John: *grimaces* Maybe that's her... *approaches the door*
  • Sherlock: *panicking* Okay, umm...
  • John: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *relaxes* It's just Grant and Mycroft...
  • John: *frowns* I thought you two were at dinner?
  • Greg: Well, we were! But Mycroft was talking so loudly on his phone they told us to leave.
  • Mycroft: *texting* I had to talk loud because that awful music was loud!
  • Greg: *frowns* It was important.
  • Mycroft: *sighs* They'll be other meals, Gregory.
  • Greg: *narrows his eyes* You'll be lucky.
  • Molly: *entering, happily; flipping a bottle of champagne, giggling to herself*
  • Molly: *sees everyone; suddenly shy* Oh...um... *grins widely; falsely excited* I'm so glad you're all here! My lab finally got new scalpels!
Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

idril-fay replied to your post : What happened between you and Jason Manns?

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omg no i promise we’re on the same page

at the end of the weekend we hugged and we’re good

i just really want to hear him try and attempt this song

Flutter - Ch. 7

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 3,354


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You woke up slowly, wiggling around in the soft bed and relishing the warmth before opening your eyes. You were slightly disappointed to find the bed empty next to you. You sat up, looking around sleepily when you heard a faint clatter coming from outside the bedroom.

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A Few More Small Prayers

From Zeus may you be judged justly by your actions

From Hera may your parents and children live well

From Hestia may your home be warm and full of love

From Dionysus may time with friends bring you joy

From Apollo may music and art fill your heart and you be overcome by the beauty of man’s creation

From Asclepius may you be in good health and heal swiftly from illness

From Artemis may you be of strong will and cunning as sharp as an arrowhead

From Athena may you have the desire to seek wisdom and justice

From Hades may you be given wealth and good mental health

From Persephone may any yearning and desire in your heart be fulfilled

From Demeter may your pets be well and your pantry full of good things

From Hephaestus may your hours at work be peaceful, go by quickly and may your hard work be appreciated as it deserves

From Aphrodite may your life be full of love, from friends, family or a significant love and may they help you see the beauty in yourself

From Ares may any encounter with law enforcement be a just and fair one and may your country remain safe and free

From Hermes may your travels be safe, your luck be plenty and your sense of humour be enjoyed

From Poseidon may your heart be full of adventure desire

Glory to the Gods

Truth or Dare || Jughead Jones

Prompt: #97 Take off you’re shirt

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Underage alcohol usage, a little fluff, mild profanity

A/N: Sorry if it’s not what you wanted! 

You, Betty, Kevin, Archie and Jughead were all over at Veronica’s house sitting cross legged on the floor playing truth or dare. Veronica is a little tipsy because Kevin dared her to take a shot of tequila, Kevin also dared Archie to take a shot as well. This game has been going on for about an hour now and the dares only getting more and more adventurous.

“Hmm, I dare you to, put a bra on under your shirt,” Betty dares Kevin.

“I would rather die!” Kevin yells flabbergasted at the idea.

“Chicken!” you yell. Jughead rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll do it!” Kevin yells.

After about 20 minutes of waiting Kevin returns to the living room wearing one of Veronica’s bras. We all break out laughing at the sight of Kevin, wearing a bra. Kevin rolls his eyes, crosses his arms over his chest and huffs out a frustrated breath.

“Y/N it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” Kevin asks.

“Hmm, can I pass I didn’t even want to play this in the first place,” You groan.

“Nope sorry. So truth or dare!” Betty chimes in.

“Fine I’ll play your stupid game.”

“Woah lose the attitude it’s just a game Y/N,” Jughead sighs.

“Whatever, I pick truth.”

“Okay, you’re going to regret this but, do you have a crush on anyone?” Kevin asks.

“Yes,” you mutter.

“Oooh who!” Veronica prods.

“The question was if I have a crush on anyone so that is my answer, Kevin never asked who,” you sneer.

Everyone but Jughead groans because of the suspense. Jughead looks around the room and anywhere but you. Betty and Veronica whisper and giggle to each other. Archie raises his eyebrows in Jugheads direction something must be going on over there. Kevin starts throwing out names of people you might have a crush on. Of course he doesn’t get it right, you have a crush on Jughead.

“Oh is it Reggie?” Kevin asks.

“First off, eww! Second off he’s a douchebag!” you spit.

“Okay then I’m stumped,” Archie whines.

You just roll your eyes and sit through Veronica and Betty rattle off names off celebrities. Archie and Kevin try to get the girls to shut up so they can continue the game.

“Okay Y/N, pick your next victim,” Veronica claps.

“Fine, Jughead. Truth or dare?”you inquire.

“Dare,” he mutters.

“Okay. Take off you’re shirt.” you snicker.

A rosy color floods his cheeks and his eyes widen at you. Everyone starts whispering and wondering if you have a crush on Jughead which is correct. Archie raises an eyebrow at you and this time you blush. Heat floods your face and you look away.

“I think Y/N likes Jughead,” Archie blurts in a singsong voice.

“Okay, kids party is over go home.” You hear the familiar voice of Hermione Lodge, Veronica’s mom.

People start whining and complaining about having to leave. You couldn’t be any happier to leave. Veronica’s mom came in at the perfect time sparing you from the embarrassment that was going to ensue. You quickly grab your things and walk quickly out of the door. Halfway to your car someone grabs your arm and spins you around.

“I never thought you would like me,” Jughead says.

Heat floods your face once again making you look like a tomato. “Look I don’t want to talk about this right now,” you mumble.

“Fine if you don’t want to talk about I guess you’ll never know that I like you too.”

“Did I just hear what I think you said because if I did-” Jughead cuts you off with a light kiss on your lips.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow!” he yells. Leaving you standing at your car smiling like an idiot.

january 19

part of the valentines exchange for the @upperclassmennet written for the lovely @aronminyards :) i know your favorite characters are aaron, matt and jean but i’d started writing this and when i saw ur favorite pairing is andreil i just had to do this, hope u like it !!

Neil Josten was not one to make his birthday into a grand affair. In fact, he would have been fine if it weren’t an affair at all. January 19 was just another day; the only thing that made it remotely remarkable was that he’d created Neil Josten today. Neil Josten, a bundle of well-crafted lies and half-truths. He knew he would never be an honest man; he would always have a lie ready at the tip of his tongue, but he was trying. He was trying to become something more than Neil Josten, the boy who came to the Foxes with only one duffel to hold every one of his possessions. So, no, he didn’t exactly consider January 19 to be of any significant importance.

If he had to celebrate a day, he would’ve picked the day he forever said goodbye to Nathaniel Wesninski. When he cut the one identity that tied him directly to the Butcher. When he made Neil Josten a tangible reality rather than an imposter looking for a temporary relief. When he decided, in front of multiple witnesses, the person he was and who he wanted to be. When he made the conscious choice of accepting the family he knew would always be by side, if only he let them be.

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You know, I like the idea of Zuko making the wrong decision in Ba Sing Se and being able to recover from that. But like, I’m also lowkey upset we didn’t get to see Zuko run off with the Gaang at the end of Book 2. What we had was good and dramatic but just imagine:

- 78% of Zuko’s S3 angst comes from his decision to side with Azula in Ba Sing Se so if he never had that moral quandary, it’s arguable Zuko would be more at ease with himself and the others especially given how good he was doing at the end of Book 2. Plus the Gaang (Katara especially) would be much easier on him so instead of being angry/suspicious, it’d just be super…. awkward… getting used to another member plus an ex-fire prince who used to chase them? Classic

- Also so like it’s very possible the Gaang could’ve escaped Ba Sing Se unharmed with Zuko’s help. The city was going to fall no matter what but Zuko probably could’ve stopped Azula lightening at Aang. My point being, that spirit water is still available and she did offer to heal Zuko’s scar… just a thought. It would come in handy when undercover if the traitor prince no longer has his obvious identifying mark.

- After about 5 minutes Sokka decided that Zuko was his new best friend, he’s a guy around his age who’s mature but also mischievous with a love of weaponry and strategy and yes. Zuko and Sokka are attached at the hip and it drives Katara crazy cause they get into so much trouble but she’s never seen her brother happier. Oh my god, when Sokka gets his meteor sword the two of them will spar all day. They get their weapons taken away frequently.

- Chief Hakoda sees Zuko has repented and hears .4 seconds of his story before trying to adopt him. (“You’ll love the Water Tribe Prince Zuko! Don’t worry, your new grandmother will fatten you up” “!?!”) Toph has to break it to Hakoda that Iroh has already claimed Zuko and Zuko meanwhile is overwhelmed by all this affection. Still, he’s honorary Water Tribe now

- Zuko interacting in normal Fire Nation towns. Think about it, he was a crown prince, he’d probably never been outside the capital city and then he was banished from the Fire Nation. He’s likely never seen regular Fire Nation life. It’s just as new and exciting for him (plus he helps them blend a little better)

- Zuko starting Aang’s firebending training, being a bit more gentle once he hears the reasons for Aang’s block. They walk through the basics and soon Aang slowly but surely begins to develop his bending. Zuko is able to learn from everyone too and, on a whim, decides to practice lightening bending. His mind is free of turmoil and is shocked when he’s easily able to summon the electricity. He scared the pants off his sleeping companions who think Azula has come to them.

-  Katara and Zuko, mom and dad of the group. They just fall into sync parenting the often wild Aang and Toph while keeping Sokka in line. Zuko insists on helping her with cooking and cleaning up and is surprisingly good at it. She nags all the others about following Zuko’s example. Also awesome playful bending battles between opposing elements that always gets crashed halfway through by the others.

- Appa and Momo adore Zuko, Aang and Sokka are totally jealous. Appa because he knows Zuko saved him from Lake Laogai and Momo because Zuko is a literal heater and he can almost always be found snuggled with Zuko. But Zuko is, in general, very good with animals. Even better than Aang.

- Joking about Zuko’s past mistakes becomes a thing, it’s not awkward or snippy, they just love bringing up embarrassing memories and teasing him about it. It helps Zuko feel more at ease, he still feels bad for the things he did in Book 1, but they tease to let him know he’s forgiven.

- Like in canon, Iroh is captured in Ba Sing Se and Zuko is half mad with grief for a while afterward until he hears that Iroh was not executed but merely thrown into prison. He cried happily and openly when he learned he hasn’t lost his only remaining family member who loves him. He makes plans to break Iroh out on the Day of Black Sun.

- On a side note, Zuko tells the story of his mom and you know, you fuckening know, that Operation: Find Zuko’s Mom is a go. He doesn’t have Ozai’s confirmation but he still suspects she’s alive. They all agree to search after the war ends.

- Zuko gets along with Toph better than all the others, they get the whole idea of nobility and honor but also know when to let things loose. Firebending and Earthbending have similar principles so they gel together. Katara and Aang are relieved that Zuko is there to balance out Toph’s brashness with his own quiet stubbornness. He fits in so well, it’s weird to imagine him not always being there, he’s able to complement everyone.

- The Gaang realizes very quickly that Zuko’s self-esteem and sense of worth is below nothing. Years of emotional (and physical) abuse from his family, being told he’s weaker and worthless plus those years of shameful banishment means he’s got no confidence. Aang breaks down into tears when Zuko casually remarks that he likely won’t survive the war. He’s legitimately shocked to hear the Gaang would be devastated if he died. The team works hard to build up his confidence and let him know that they love him. It works wonders on his mood and even his firebending improves without that mental block. Team Avatar swears that they’ll defeat Ozai not just for what he’s done to the world, but what he’s done to their friend.

- Once relaxed and assured of his place, Zuko really opens up. He’s never had true humor in his life but he develops a cutting but wry sense of humor and more often than not finds himself chuckling at Sokka’s terrible jokes. His protective, stubborn nature is in full force and he would do anything to keep his turtleducks safe (he’s usually put in his place but he’s trying ok). Temper’s still there, it’s a firebending thing, but it’ll flame and go out quickly and people just get used to it. He gets playful with his bending and is not above pranks. He’s smiled more in the time before in the invasion than he ever remembers in his whole life.

if there is anything you learn from me, let it be this:
there is no statute of limitations on healing.
there is no expiration date on the ache
that won’t stop following you around
no matter who tells you there is.

i do not mean to hurt you when i tell you this;
your kiss with trauma or the nights you spent with death,
these things are not going to leave you as quickly as you wish they would.
it hurt and it’s going to keep hurting.

do not forgive and forget.
do not bury this and believe it is leaving.
it isn’t going to leave you as suddenly as it came
so stop trying to pretend it is.

cry if you still need to.
breathe if you still can.

do not be angry at yourself for hurting still.
do not be angry at yourself for hurting still.
do not be angry at yourself for hurting still.

—  On Healing, Sarah Kate Osborn (to follow On Grief)

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It was understandably a bit musty inside the cabin – and Jamie immediately set to work airing it out.

“Here – help me roll up the shades? Let’s get some light in here.”

Jenny hadn’t exaggerated – there were only four rooms. A large living area with an open hearth, what appeared to be two bedrooms, and a study/library. All the furniture and decorations were dated, but clean – well-kept. Taken care of.

“Do you come up here often?” She stepped to one side of the living area, eyes lighting on a large survey map mounted on the wall.

“Not since the fall. But I came here a lot right after I got back from Chu Lai. I needed – well. I needed time. And space. I did a lot of thinking.”

And then he was there, right behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, head resting on her shoulder.

She melted against him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here with you,” she whispered into the wall. “I’m sorry – ”

“Sshh.” His breath tickled her neck. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

Then she turned around. And locked eyes with him. And bit her lip.

Tension crackled.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I want you.”

His eyes closed – almost as if he couldn’t believe her words.

“I want you in my life, Claire. Now. In every way. For always.”

Then his eyes opened – brave. Unafraid.

“And God knows I want you – more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Do you feel the same?”

“You know I do,” she breathed.

“Then will you do something for me?”

Her brows furrowed. “Anything.”

He nodded, thinking.

“I want to handfast with you. It’s – it’s a Scottish tradition. We pledge ourselves to each other – and it’s valid for a year and a day. After that time we can part – or we can formally marry.”

“I don’t understand – do we need a priest or something? Why didn’t we do it at church?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “We do it just the two of us. It’s valid because we say it is. And in the eyes of God, it – it blesses us. Blesses our union. Because I want God to bless us, and protect us. And provide for us. Because He knows I prayed every single day for you to come back to me. And He delivered.”

Claire blinked back tears.

“Yes. Yes, of course. What do I do?”

He took her hands. “I’m going to make my vow to you – and then you can make yours to me. And then – one more thing. And then – then, we go to bed.”

She nodded. Quickly. Heart somewhere in her throat.

“I, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, take thee, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp…”

It all happened in slow motion.

Jamie’s vow to her.

Her vow to him.

They sealed their vows with a kiss. And then – then he asked for her wrist. Pulled out his pocketknife – scored a shallow cut across her wrist. Held out his own wrist for her to do the same. Then pressed his cut to hers.

“Say the words after me,” he whispered.

Then he spoke in Gaelic – it was yet another vow. She didn’t understand it – but she *felt* it so much deeper than what they had just exchanged in English.

And Jamie’s eyes were so soft and dark and intense on hers.

And then another kiss.

And then they stumbled to one of the bedrooms, and Jamie struggled out of his jacket, and Claire lay a calming hand on his chest.

“Sshh. It’s just me. We don’t have to do this if it’s too much.”

And then Jamie straightened up, focused, and took proper care of his bride.

The orange sunlight of late afternoon sliced through the lace curtains that must have been made before the War.

Claire sighed, so content, legs still tangled with Jamie’s under the old plaid blanket, hands gently caressing the scars on his back. He made a small sound and tightened his grip – burying himself even deeper inside of her. Her lips parted in a silent gasp.

“Are you *sure* you’ve never done that before? Because Jamie – ”

“Well I seemed to learn a *lot* after the first time, hmm?” he laughed, sucking on her neck, delighting in her shiver. “I have a most excellent teacher.”

“It’s so, so good with you.” Her voice rose higher in pitch as he slowly, slowly began rocking back and forth. Teasing. “I – I had no idea it could be this good.”

“And just think – we can have this every day for the rest of our lives, Claire.” He kissed her swollen lips – the tip of her nose – her eyes, brimming with tears.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Jamie. I – ”

“Hush, *mo graidh.* Hush. Let me love you again.”

Slowly he eased her onto her back, and helped her lose all sense of space and time.

“You can’t go out there with no clothes on!”

Jamie briefly glanced over his shoulder to give Claire a withering look. “Who’s around to care? Just a few deer. Maybe a mountain lion or two. And you, but last time I checked you rather liked seeing me naked.”

Claire theatrically rolled her eyes and followed him, naked, across the living room as he opened the front door.

“I know it’s nice out – but don’t you feel the slightest bit cold?”

He darted back inside, grabbed her hand, and dragged her over the threshold. “Not when I have you to warm me!”

Her laugh echoed from the fir trees circling the clearing right outside the front of the cabin.

“And where is this cave, anyway? Some of us haven’t been hiking bare-assed through the woods since we were in diapers.”

“It’s right – oh! Perfect!”

Jamie abruptly halted and Claire crashed into his side. “What is it?”

He bent, plucked a small plant from the ground, and held it out to her. “I remember these from when I was small – wild strawberries.”

Sure enough, a small red fruit hid under the sparse green leaves.

“How lovely.” Claire plucked the berry from the stem and tasted it.

“Look – there are so many of them here.” His voice was suddenly choked – and she looked up at him in concern.

“Jamie? Are you all right?”

“It’s a sign, Claire,” he said softly, voice breaking. “The strawberries – they’re our symbol. The Frasers. Well, it’s what my Da always told me – that our surname comes from the French, when a Monsieur Freseliere came across from France with King William, and was granted land in the Scottish highlands for his trouble.”

“You mean William the Conqueror?” Claire’s voice was incredulous. “I had heard that Scots have long memories, but still – ”

“But Claire – it’s March. Strawberries here in the mountains normally don’t start until April. It’s a sign, Claire. It’s a blessing from God. It proves that you’re meant to be here.”

Gently Claire gripped his forearms – the hairs glowing in the afternoon sun – and turned him to face her. Then gently she lay him down on the grass, amid the strawberries, and sat atop him.

“I love you, Monsiuer Freseliere,” she said softly, and then took him inside her.

“Je t’aime, Madame Freseliere,” he groaned.

“Where have you been? Murtagh was just going to go out looking for you – you forgot the walkie-talkie, you idiot!”

But neither Jamie nor Claire took heed of Jenny’s haranguing. For Jamie simply bent to kiss his sister on the cheek as Claire pulled a bottle of whisky from the backpack and set it on the table.

“The ten-year! You’ve gone for the good stuff,” Ian observed, eyeing Murtagh’s faded scrawl on the label. “May I ask why?”

“We’ve handfast,” Claire replied. “We’ll marry as soon as I finish school.”

Murtagh let out a whoop so loud that wee Maggie, snoring in her playpen in the parlor, burst awake in tears.

But amid the cheers and kisses and hugs exchanged by the Fraser-Murray adults, nobody seemed to mind.

Nightmares // Julian Albert x Reader

Summary: You had noticed Julian’s recent nightmares and were attempting to wait for him to come to you to talk about it. Though, when he refuses to tell you what’s going on you mind tells you what must’ve happened and your reaction puts you in grave danger.

Word count: 2,038

Warnings: mentions of cheating and sex, implied sexual harassment

Julian just wanted to leave everything that happened with Alchemy in the past. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He thought when the Philosopher’s Stone was gone he could just move on. Except it wasn’t that easy. Every night he had nightmares of all the people he hurt, of savitar’s voice inside his head.

You had been noticing he was acting strange but he never told you what was troubling him. It was unlike him to not tell you what was wrong, for the past two years you’d been together he told you everything. You knew that it must be something he’s not ready to discuss if he hasn’t told you yet. You wanted to know but you didn’t want to pry. You made sure to constantly tell him that you’d be there to listen as soon as he is ready to talk about it. It pained you to see him hurting and to know that he was bottling up all of his emotions.

You felt him jolt awake and could hear his heavy breathing. You turn on your side to face him and see him sitting up, elbows to his knees, and head in his hands. You hear light, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth and your heart breaks to see him like this.

You sit up and run a hand up and down his bare back, not saying anything and just letting him calm down. He begins to relax at your touch but you can still feel the tension in his muscles. You place a hand on his forearm and he pulls his head from his hands to look at you.

“Do you want to talk about it,” you ask lightly while sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers.

“No,” he chokes out, fiddling with your fingers. “I just want to forget about it.”

“You can’t forget about it by keeping everything in,” the hand you hand on his back moves to his cheek, he melts into your palm and looks into your eyes.

“I don’t want things between us to be ruined,” he says just above a whisper.

Your heart sinks, you don’t know what he did but by the sounds of that it’s not good. There are few things that could jeopardize the relationship you two have and your face falls when you think about what he could’ve done.

When the thought crosses your mind you remove your hands from him and place them in your lap. You just stare at them and try to fight the urge to cry, even though tears are filling your eyes.

At first he is confused at your change in demeanor, then he realizes the only thing that could be going through your head.

“No, no, no,” he quickly grabs your hands. “It’s not that, I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on my life.”

“You have been gone a lot of nights recently,” you say. “How can you explain that?”

He sighs, “I can’t.”

The first tear falls from your eye. “Okay,” you choke before getting up and out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Julian asks, concerned, as you put on a shirt and some leggings.

“To clear my head,” you say while putting on a cardigan and boots.

“Y/N, listen, you have to believe that it wasn’t that.”

“I can’t Julian,” you snap and you can see him tense up. “You haven’t been around most nights, you won’t tell me what’s going on with you, when was the last time we even had dinner together? And I can’t even recall the last time we had sex so it wouldn’t surprise me that your getting it from someone else,” all your sadness had turned to rage, you cross your arms and lean onto your hip.

“Please, just believe me,” he looks up at you with his bright blue, puppy eyes. A look that use to make you do anything, but not now.

“I’ll believe it when you prove it,” you go to walk out the bedroom door.

“Y/N it’s 3 a.m. It’s not safe to be walking around the city.”

You ignore him and just keep walking, you make sure to slam the door of your apartment shut. You stand in the hallway for a moment. Waiting to hear Julian’s footsteps coming after you but they never come. You shake your head and head for the stairs, that’s enough for you to prove you’re right.

Julian wakes up the next morning and sees you’re still not home. He wanted to go after you when you left but seeing you walk away broke him. He couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was sob and sob. He cried himself to sleep and woke up to his pillowcase still damp from his tears.

He did his best to pull himself together and get ready for work. He couldn’t hide that his eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot and he didn’t even have the energy to fix his hair. He just put on some clothes and left for the precinct.

When he got to the lab he was surprised to see Barry already there. He would’ve made a snarky remark about Barry being early for once in his life but he couldn’t even muster up enough energy for that. He just went straight to his desk, saying nothing.

Barry looked at him for a second, awaiting the snarky remark he undoubtedly deserved. It never came, Julian immediately pulled out some files and got to work. Barry tilted his head in confusion, that’s when he noticed it. He could tell Julian had been up all night, he could see he’d been crying and that his normal scowl was more of a saddened pout.

“Hey, Julian are you okay?” Barry asks.

“I’m fine, Allen,” he replied, except Barry could tell by his tone he was indeed not fine.

Before Barry could say anything Joe runs into the room. “Barry we need you to head down to a crime scene and Julian I need you to come with me.”

Barry knowing Julian was having a rough day thought maybe solving a case would lighten him up. “I think Julian should head down to the scene,” he says. “He’s a better CSI.”

“No, I need him to head over to the hospital with me.”

“Hospital?” Julian stands up. “Why?” Worry starts to fill his voice, the only thing running through his head is you.

Joe lets out a sigh, “It’s Y/N, she got hurt last night. She was found just a little over an hour ago, it was bad. Barry needs to go look at the crime scene and Julian you should see Y/N. I can explain more to you on the way.”

Julian feels sick to his stomach as Joe told him the whole story during the car ride to the Central City Hospital. It happened barely two blocks from your apartment building. All the police knew so far was that you had been pulled into a back alley and were stabbed. The only thing keeping her from bleeding out was the switchblade remaining lodged in her stomach. That was all the knew, they hadn’t gotten a statement from you yet. When you were found you were out cold and all the anesthetics are continuing to keep you that way.

Julian feels the air knocked out from his lungs when he steps into your hospital room. The sight of your weak, limp body would surely be enough to cause him to break down again, but there were no tears left in him.

“I’ll give you two your space,” Joe rests a hand on Julian’s shoulder before exiting the room.

Julian stands in the doorway, mouth hanging a gap for a few moments before walking towards you. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed and takes your normally warm hand in his, shivers go up his spine when he feels how cold you are. He sighs running his free hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he breathes out. “This is all my fault,” he shakes his head before taking your hand in both of his. “I swear as soon as your up I’ll explain everything,” he rests his head on your hand. “I’ll make this better, I promise,” a tear slips down his cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats over and over again.

An hour passes, Julian’s head still rests on your hand.

“So, this is Y/N?” He hears a voice in the doorway ask. He looks up to see Barry leaning on the door frame. He nods before turning back to her. “You’ve never mentioned her.”

“In case you haven’t noticed I don’t consider you a close friend, do I, Allen?” He remarks, eyes fixated on your features. “What did you learn from the scene?”

“Well, she was found around six, from the looks of the scene and the wound she must’ve been stabbed around five,” Barry explains.

“That makes no sense,” Julian shakes her head. “She left at three, the scene was only two blocks from our apartment it wouldn’t take her two hours to get there.”

“Maybe she was walking back,” Barry suggest.

“No, I know where she was going and she wouldn’t go by the alley where she was found.”

“I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to know what happened in that time gap. I’ll leave you two alone until then,” he says before leaving the room.

Julian caresses your face, “What happened to you?” He whispers.

He studies your face. He notices your eyes rapidly moving while shut, just as they would if you were having a nightmare. Your breathing picks up, your chest moving up and down frantically. Your heart rate steadily goes up and sweat begins to trickle down your face. Julian grows worried at the sight, not knowing what to do, if he should wake you up or not.

You start to mumble something, “Don’t touch, don’t touch me,” you repeat, getting louder. You jolt awake panting.

“Y/N,” Julian places a hand on the small of your back.

“No!” You shout causes him to back off. “Don’t touch me,” you bury your head in your hands, starting to cry.

“Love, what happened,” he quietly asks.

“He was so scary,” you choke out.

“Who?” He asks but you stay silent. “Baby, who was it?”

“I don’t know,” your voice is a whisper, you hug your knees into your chest. “It was dark and I was blindfolded,” the tears stream down your face. “And then-then-” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

Julian can already put two and two together. “Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened,” he says, ashamed of himself. He knows this is all his fault, he should’ve just told you the truth from the start. “This is all my fault,” he hesitantly places a hand on you back. He can feel your body shake as you cry. “I should’ve told you what was going on.”

“Julian, I don’t care to think about that right now,” your voice is muffled due to the fact your head is still buried in your knees. You turn your head so your cheek is resting on your knee and your facing him, except you can’t make eye contact. You take one of his hands in yours, your grip weak. “Can you just lay with me?” Your voice is almost as weak as your grip.

“Anything, love,” he says before crawling next to you on your small hospital bed.

You rest your head and a hand on his chest. You sigh as you grasp and release the material of his shirt. Your mind is filled with the memories that will forever be embedded in your brain. You screaming and fighting, trying to escape but nothing worked. Then, Julian’s arms wrap around you and suddenly you feel safe again.

“I’ll never let anything like this happen again,” he speaks, softly. “I promise,” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

“I love you.”

Julian smiles at your words, glad that even though there’s some damage you’re here. You’re safe in his arms.

“I love you, too.”

Needs Of Approval: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Reader x Klaus (Ft. Elijah)

Warnings: some violence

Word Count: 1713

PART ONE


The feelings you had for each other grew more and more each day. After that whole situation with Esther attempting to kill her children, everything started to calm down a little. The best part of it was that you and Kol were able to spend more time together.

One thing led to another, meaning you and Kol eventually ended up becoming an item. The hardest part about it was keeping it a secret from Klaus. You and Kol even included Rebekah and Elijah in this lie and thankfully, they both approved from seeing how happy their brother makes you.

Every time Klaus was home, you had to keep your distance from Kol. But man, whenever Klaus left to ‘take care of things’, you would jump in his arms like it was your last day on earth.

You don’t know when you’ll ever tell Klaus and you don’t know if the day will ever come that you’re ready.


The day was spent with Rebekah shopping around in a city just outside of Mystic Falls. You were exhausted, so the first thing you did was brush your teeth and put on your pj’s. Then, you closed out the night watching some TV. You didn’t know where Kol was; you expected he was at The Grill or something having a drink.

Your eyes were getting heavy as you were laid up in bed and just minutes later, you fell asleep.

Klaus comes into your room to tell you that he’ll be back later and not to look for him. He assumed you were awake because he could hear your TV on from down the hall, but you were knocked out cold so you had no idea he was in here. Standing at the edge of the bed, he smiles at you, then plants a kiss on your forehead. “My sweet Y/N.” He whispers, trying not to wake you. No matter how old you get, he’ll always see you as the little daughter he never had.

Kol walks in, assuming Niklaus had already left, but he was wrong. He goes wide eyed seeing him, then tries to quickly walk away with stealth, but his older brother noticed and stops him, using vampire speed to stand face to face with him. “What is your business here, little brother? I don’t suppose your reason is to tuck in Y/N, because I already have.” He says, sounding like a complete smart ass with a huge grin on his face.

Kol just wanted to cuddle in bed with you and maybe even get freaky under the sheets. Luckily, he quickly thought of a believable lie. Sounding as confident as he could so that Klaus doesn’t see through him. “Actually Nik, Miss Y/N happened to borrow one of my movies the other night and I was coming in to ask for it back.” Kol glanced over at you, then looked back at his brother. “But seeing as she’s asleep, I shall ask her tomorrow.”

“Well alright then.” Klaus raises his brows, then walks out of the room.

Kol exhaled from relief, then uses his vampire hearing. He hears Klaus walk out the front door and a minute later, he hears him turn on his car and finally drive off. That’s when Kol found it as the perfect time to be able to have the chance to lay in bed with you. His movement from getting under the covers wakes you enough to notice it’s him. 

“Hi love.” You greeted him with your tired, raspy voice.

“Go back to sleep, darling.” Kol said, running his fingers through your hair. You laid on your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around him, then fell back asleep.


Kol was fighting the urge to fall asleep. But, the battle was lost between him and sleep, so he ended up drifting off.

Hours later, the deep sleep that the two of you are having gets disrupted. Klaus comes home to the silence within the walls. Walking by your bedroom, from habit, he glances to look inside since your door was wide opened. He noticed Kol sleeping in your bed and that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“What the bloody hell is going on here!” Klaus shouts with fire in his eyes.

There’s no doubt that it woke the two of you up. Kol wakes up immediately, jumping from fear and you lazily wake up with tired eyes thinking ‘who in the world is shouting at this hour?’

Kol gets off of the bed. “Brother.” He says calmly while putting his hands up in defense. He was hoping the tone in his voice would help Klaus listen to his explanation.

You go wide eyed after finally realizing Klaus caught you and Kol. You sit up in the bed. “W-we can explain.” Your voice grew weak from the guilt that you felt.

Klaus ignores you and immediately shoots a look at his little brother. He vamp speeds towards him, holding his throat up against the wall.

“Care to explain what you’re doing in Y/N’s bed!” He pauses and glances at you, then continues, “my-my daughter’s bed!”

Wow. Hearing Klaus calling you his daughter gave you all kinds of feels. This made you feel even more guilty going behind his back. You didn’t bother getting up to stop Klaus because you know that you can’t stop him once he’s in a rage. So you sat there pouting, letting the guilt eat you alive.

From the corner of your eye, you see a figure walk in and thank goodness, it’s Elijah. Elijah is probably the only person in the world that can calm him down.

“Niklaus.” Elijah says firmly to his brother, the original hybrid.

“Elijah, this is not your fight. Please leave so I can rip our darling brother, Kol in half.” Klaus says. He releases Kol from his choke hold and then immediately stabs him with the nearest object. Klaus digs it deeper and deeper, making Kol at a loss for breath from the pain. You gasped at a distance.

“Nik…p-p-please.” Kol struggles getting the words out of his mouth.

Elijah vampire speeds towards his brothers to separate them. “Stop this childish nonsense at once.” Elijah turns to Klaus and you quickly run over to Kol to make sure he’s okay.

“Now. Please inform me as to why you are so hostile towards Kol?” Elijah asks Niklaus.

“That vile creature we call our brother was making himself cozy in Y/N’s bed!” He pointed at Kol with hatred in his eyes.

“Calm yourself, Niklaus.” Elijah said in a stern tone, holding his brother at his shoulders to calm him.

Since Kol is all healed, you walked over to Klaus to explain yourself and Elijah removed his hands from Klaus. “Klaus please. I know this is hard to take in and I know we are terrible for keeping this from you. But Kol and I have been seeing each other.”

“You what?” Klaus looked shocked.

“Well-” You paused, looking down at your twiddling fingers, then looked back up. You were scared to death to tell him. “-For awhile now actually.” Kol walks over to stand next to you and crosses his arms.

This disgusts Klaus because he knows all of the inhumane things that Kol has done in these 1000 years of existence, which is the reason why he has daggered him all of these times. “This is a joke?” Klaus did a fake devil-ish laugh, which scared you even more.

“Perhaps not.” Kol said.

“No, brother.” Elijah added.

Klaus looks over at Elijah with a puzzled look on his face. “You knew, Elijah? You knew and you kept this from me?”

“Correct.” Elijah responded.

“I-” Klaus says, but Elijah cuts him off.

“-The reasoning for keeping this all a secret is because of this exact reaction.”

You looked down and sighed. This whole thing is just a mess. Now, a part of you wished you had never fallen for Kol and that the two of you merely saw each other as just roommates. But you can’t help who you fall for.

Kol slowly walks up to Klaus. “I’m sorry, Nik. But I love her.” He glances back at you and smiles, but that smile is quickly gone because Klaus darts toward Kol with yellow eyes and his fangs out.

Klaus sinks his fangs into Kol’s neck while Kol screams in pain. You gasp at this sudden action. Klaus pulls away, looking satisfied as ever and that’s when you found the opportunity to comfort Kol.

But instead of accepting your comfort, Kol decided he has had it with Klaus attacking him and tries to have a go at him, but Elijah quickly puts himself in between the two.

“Enough.” Elijah growled.

Seeing the two people you care about the most just breaks your heart, so you immediately run out of the room to sit and cry at the bottom of the stairs. Kol immediately runs after you to comfort you while Elijah handles his stubborn brother.

“Niklaus. You have to be more open minded. For Y/N’s sake.”

“Elijah are you not aware of how reckless our little brother is?” Klaus goes to your balcony to get fresh air, with Elijah following behind him.

“Yes, I am aware. But what you do not see is that your dear Y/N is now a grown woman. She should be free to be with whomever she pleases. Even if it’s Kol, out of all people.”

“If he lays one finger on her hair-” Klaus tightens his grip on top of balcony railing.

“I know. He knows. From what Rebekah & I have witnessed is that he is good to her. She simply tames him. He hasn’t been reckless since.”

“I will not take your word for it until I see the actions myself.”

Out of the blue, Kol walks in, weak from pain, and makes himself present on the balcony. “Brother, please hear me out.” Kol pleaded.

Instead of hearing Kol’s part, Klaus speaks instead. “If you so much break her little heart, I’m going to make you suffer in ways your spoiled, little mind cannot possibly imagine.

Kol opened his mouth to speak, but Klaus quickly walks away to go and make things right with you.

Disneyland Date w/ Nct Dream

Nct Dream Scenario

Prompt: Could you pls do nct dream on an amusement park date with reader? I feel like that would be so cute :))

Genre: fluff; bullet point scenario

a/n: Sorry I haven’t been posting often, school has got me like 😵. I decided to do this about Disneyland instead of just an amusement park because I felt like I could right more about Disneyland. I also love Disneyland so ya know that was a bonus. Anyway, I hope you like it!


Mark

  • y’all arrive right when the park opens
  • determined to make the most out of you day since Mark is literally always busy and you won’t get a chance to do something like this again
  • SPEEDWALKING
  • y’all are pros at maneuvering around people because ain’t no one going to get in your way
  • ya gotta get to the rides before the lines get ridiculously long
  • but y’all are not just here for the rides y’all are here for the whole Disneyland experience
  • meaning you are here for the merch, the food, the characters, and the parades
  • speaking of characters the two of you stop Mickey while you are walking through the park and you are like we have to take a pic with Mickey because it’s Mickey, He is ICONIC
  • but you also have to keep your momentum going because y’all have places to be, things to see
  • so you quickly ask for a picture and once you have it y’all are like thx and quickly rush away leaving Mickey standing there like where is the love
  • Pictures! lots of pictures
  • gotta have them for your memory box
  • also dole whip 
  • y’all waited in a extremely long line to get dole whip because you were not leaving with out it
  • y’all watch the parade and fireworks and by the end of the day the two of you are dead
  • but all of it was worth it cause it was really fun

Renjun

  • y’all’s mission is to get a picture with as many characters as you can
  • you guys still go on rides and all that Jazz but if you happen to see for instance goofy y’all are getting a picture with goofy
  • you made a list of all the possible characters you might see
  • and you checked off the list as you go
  • while you are walking  you see a booth that draws people as Disney princesses and princes
  • so y’all get a portrait of the two of you together and it is so adorable
  • you plan to frame it when you get back home
  • y’all decide to go on the Ferris wheel in one of the swinging gondolas 
  • and from the outside it didn’t look that bad
  • but inside of it was a different story
  • once you experienced the first swing you guys were freaking out
  • like y’all were clinging to each other like there was no tomorrow
  • and when the ride got stuck and you were stuck swinging back and fourth on the gondola you were like this is it, this is the end
  • you guys made it out alive and the whole experience gave you motivation to finish your goal
  • you and Renjun were determined to get at least 75% of the characters on your list
  • y’all achieved this goal and you were happy and proud

Jeno

  • y’all arrive at Disneyland ready for a fun day
  • and that is what you are going to get
  • so you guys go on some rides and you are shook because Jeno is looking good in all of the photos from the ride
  • you know how on rides they always take photos of you out of no where and you either are unprepared or have this awkward smile because you had been smiling the whole ride because you didn’t know where the heck the camera was
  • well Jeno looked good in every single photo and you’re like wtf
  • but also impressed
  • anyways lets continue
  • so while you were walking you and Jeno decide to stop at the gift store
  • and you end up finding these really cute plushies of the little alien dudes of toy story
  • and you get it because Jeno likes it and it makes him happy
  • and a happy Jeno = a happy you
  • so you decide to collect more plushies
  • while you are walking around the park you occasionally take pictures of jeno at random times to see if he is always ready for photos
  • and he’s like what are you doing
  • and you’re like testing a theory
  • and he’s like okay then you do you
  • anyway by the end of the day y’all had a really fun time and now own a lot more plushies

Haechan

  • fun! fun! fun!
  • get ready for a lot of fun because today is going to be amazing
  • Haechan will make you take his aesthetic photos
  • especially one where he is in front of the castle
  • that is a must
  • you will occasionally be in there too
  • long story short BE PREPARED TO TAKE A LOT OF PHOTOS
  • and you will probably have to take multiple pictures of the same place because you have to get the perfect one
  • anyways
  • y’all plan out different poses for the pictures during the rides
  • like y’all be coordinating
  • and the photos are turning out fabulously 
  • Haechan will also take a lot of pictures of you
  • when you are not looking of course
  • like he’ll take pictures of you when you are in Lin for a ride
  • or you are watching the parade or fireworks 
  • let’s just say by the end of the trip he has a lot more cute picture of you 
  • but honestly the whole day will be a lot of from
  • from picking different poses to do on the ride to all the photos you’ll take the day will be amazing

Jaemin

  • You and Jaemin wear matching outfits
  • you say it is so you can easily find each other but honestly y’all just wanted to be cute
  • and it’s working
  • you are wearing your Minnie Mouse ears and he is wearing his Mickey ears and matching t-shirts
  • it is adorable!
  • #relationship goals
  • so y’all decide to have a competition on who could win and get more points  on the shooting rides
  • like the rides that move and you have to shoot the targets that go by 
  • and what was a friendly competition turns into a war
  • like y’all are COMPETITIVE
  • you’re holding his arm to make it harder for him to shoot
  • and he steals your laser gun so you can’t shoot
  • and y’all are fighting in your little car thing and the people behind you don’t know whether to find it cut or to be concerned
  • but even with the competitiveness it was really fun

Chenle

  • at the start of the day the two of you get hyped on sugar
  • and now both of you have a lot of energy
  • and you spend that energy running around the park going from ride to ride
  • you guys end up going to the Tomorrowland and end up making your own lightsabers
  •  then you guys make up a mini movie with a battle and y’all act it out
  • and in your opinion the movie was Oscar worthy 
  • like you are ready to film Star Wars 8 
  • LET’S GO!!!
  • whenever the sugar starts to where off you cure it with more sugar
  • you guys go on like every rollercoaster 
  • and the dolphin screams are present and it is adorable and you love it
  • but unfortunately by the end of the day the sugar is all worn out and no amount more sugar could cure your tiredness
  • but the rest of the day was awesome so it’s all good

Jisung

  • There is no adult supervision so you and Jisung are ready to turn up
  • Churros for breakfast, cotton candy and ice cream for lunch and no one to stop you
  • y’all plan to go on as many rides as possible
  • so you will be doing a lot of walking
  • you get one of those bubble guns that you can use while walking because bubbles
  • BUBBLES sorry I really like bubbles I’m like a child I know but bubbles are amazing and I love them 
  • anyways
  • when you are in line for all the rides y’all play a lot of phone games and try to out do each other
  • and you also each a lot of sweets and all that jazz cause once again there ain’t no adults up in this vicinity 
  • so y’all snack while you’re walking from ride to ride
  • living the life of freedom
  • y’all get your drivers licenses at autotopia and you feel so accomplished
  • and the whole day was super fun.

Requested:✅

Up next: Celebrating your birthday with Nct Dream

[Requests Open]

-Ary💞

Welcome Back (Seth x Reader)

Request: When Seth comes back to RAW from his injury.

A/N: Actors real name is Colby so I switch between both names.

Looking around the stadium, you never truly realized how much you miss this place when you were gone. Only being an announcer backstage you took time off when Seth got injured, not really wanting him to go through it alone. You knew for sure the second time around was going to be the hardest and it was. Seth blamed himself every minute for the pain that he was in, it wasn’t anyone fault. Things just happened and you can’t help it. It was all apart of this job.

“You ready?” Colby asked you as you guys made your way into the building.

“I think I should be the one asking you that. You’re the wrestler that got hurt not me” You teased trying to lighten the mood. You knew Colby was nervous about bringing Seth back, he knew that the wrestling world didn’t stop just because someone got injured during a match. Tonight was his little come back, to set him and Triple H up for WrestleMania, it wasn’t much but it was something. Colby wasn’t really supposed to be back until a few days before WrestleMania but the storyline needed to happened so the doctors clear him for this match only. Making sure that this wouldn’t hurt him any further.

“Welcome back Seth” Roman congratulated as he walked up to you two. He was already in his gear as he had the first match of the night.

“Thanks bro, won’t be long now” Colby hollered as he fist bumped Roman finally happy that he was back even if it was only for one night. As you guys made your way through the stadium more and more people were welcoming back Colby, they were all happy that they could finally see Seth Rollins back in action. Colby happiness was clearly on his face he couldn’t hide his smile as everyone spoke to him. It’s been a while but now you were both happy to be back to your guys jobs.


“Hold up babe” Colby said as he let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes. His fist were clenched by his side and you knew from the past few weeks what that meant. He was in pain.

“Are you sure you’re good to go?” You asked as you ran back to him, taking his hands trying to comfort him as the pain subsided.

“I’m fine love, it’s going to happened. Haven’t really been on my feet for awhile” You nodded your head at his replied, he was right the doctor said it was going to be different without the clutches by his side holding most of his weight. “Now’s let go, it’s time to bring back Seth Freakin Rollins” You both laughed. It was nice for once to be laughing and not worrying. Everything was starting to feel normal once again.

“Yeah I think it’s time for me to see my favourite man again” Seth put a pout on his face from your comment and all you do was laugh again. He look so childish

“I don’t know I think I might be by the way you were screaming my name the other night” Seth informed you while putting a smirk across his face. Sticking your tounge out at him like a child you made your way into his dressing room but not before you also gave him the finger.


“You sure about this?” You asked. It was almost time for Seth to make his appearance back on RAW and you were nervous now that you guys were right backstage. All he had to do now was go through the path.

“I’m sure babe. Don’t worry I know what I’m at” Seth told you as he gave you a quick kissed before someone brought him the clutches. You knew and everyone backstage that he didn’t really need them but no one could know yet, not until he was down to the ring. And if on cue his music started. Seth made his way out with the clutches by his side to get ready to fight. You watched on the screen backstage, you knew what was going to happened but you still weren’t fully ready to watch. What if they hurt his knee again? Watching him and Triple H fight made you nervous and proud. Seth was doing what he loved again, but you knew if they hit his knee wrong while in the ring things could go south pretty quickly. You looked away every time he hit Seth knee, you couldn’t take it. When Seth hit the ground you just hoped that this was the act like it was supposed to be and nothing went wrong. Triple H left him in the ring and Mike on the floor, never looking back as he made his way backstage just like he needed too. He smiled as he passed you which you knew it was a sign that everything was good. You continued watching as the refs brought Seth backstage and when he finally away, you ran over to him. You jumped in his arms and kissed him.

“I’m so proud of you” You said with tears in your eyes.

“Thanks babe couldn’t do it without you by by side.” He kissed you once before he pulled away making his way now over to your guy’s friends to celebrate. Seth Freakin Rollins was back and you couldn’t be happier. You knew that he could win WrestleMania in a few weeks. You couldn’t wait to finally see him back fully doing what he loved

Now That You Mention It

Prompt:  Write-a-Thon day one- AU day

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Female!Reader

AU: Highschool AU

Word count: 2,763

Warning: None

Summary: Reader tries out for the school’s next theater production, In The Heights, and unexpectedly gets the role of Vanessa. You’ll never guess who plays Usnavi.

A/N: Yep, here it is, Day one, done. Almost three hours later than I was hoping. But at least I got it out. I hope you guys enjoy!


It all began a month before tryouts for the school’s next musical production would begin. It was during lunch time. You were sitting in the courtyard while everyone ate inside. It was cold, which was a downside, but no one else was out there, meaning it was a quiet area for you to study.

At least it had been, until Lin-Manuel, a good friend of yours, and also your crush, had decided to join you. The only problem had been that you didn’t notice him coming outside, which means you didn’t stop singing under your breath until it was much too late. The cafeteria doors had opened and Lin had started making his way towards you. He was halfway to you before you noticed he was even there.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Lin greeted as he sat down beside you. “Was that you?” He asked, brow quirked in curiosity. You let out a nervous laugh, determined to deny the accusation at all costs.

“Was what me?” You shot back, crossing your arms. Lin’s expression changed from one of confusion and curiosity to one of amusement

“The singing. That was you wasn’t it?” You frowned, shaking your head. It was obvious you were lying, no one else was even around, but you were still determined to stand your ground. 

“Singing??? No, of course not.”

Lin let out a laugh. You both knew you were lying here, but Lin decided to humor you anyway.“Then who was it? There’s no one else out here.”

You froze, trying to think of any of your peers that you could’ve blamed the singing on. No one came to mind. "I dunno, It was just some… dude.”

“Some dude?”

“Yeah, soo, if you’ll excuse me,” You tried to quickly gather your things and go, wanting to escape the situation, but Lin quickly grabbed your arms before you could get too far.

“Why are you trying to hide it? You sounded really good.“ 

"It wasn’t me I swea- wait, what?” Did Lin, the star of your high school’s theater club, just compliment your singing? You must be dreaming.

Lin gave you a lopsided grin and let go of you, sticking his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans. “Your voice is really good. Why aren’t you in theater?" 

You were flattered by the compliment, but you had to try and hold back a laugh. You? On stage? 

"I’m not an actor, Lin. Not really a singer, either. And I’m terrible in front of others. Basically, I’m just unfit to perform to anyone but my bathroom mirror.”

Lin simply smiled and shrugged. “Well, auditions for In The Heights are in a few weeks. I won’t force you, but I’d really like to see you there.” Before walking off, Lin sent you a charming grin, one that made your knees go weak. You hated the effect he had on you.

You seriously considered joining theater that night.

You’d never been too interested in performing before. You thought it always looked fun. Lin, Chris, and the other members always looked like they were having such a good time on that stage.

You though? You on a stage would be a disaster waiting to happen. You were clumsy and you definitely didn’t have as much experience as the others. Your voice wasn’t as trained as the rest of the theater club, neither was your dancing. You’d just make a fool of yourself.

You considered your decision and made up your mind. You weren’t going to try out. 

Or, so you thought.

Lin continued to ask you if you thought about joining theater and every time you said yes he’d get this wide grin that would only go away when you told him you decided not to.

It seemed like Lin made it his job to get you to try out for the school’s next production. He constantly told you about trips and events the theater did, more than he usually told you about stuff like that. Chris, both yours and Lin’s close friend, even started talking more about theater around you. You were convinced Lin had persuaded him to do it.

You eventually decided to do it. It was partially because you knew he wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise but it also sounded like a nice experience. If you got in and liked it, you could continue doing this sort of thing. If you didn’t get in, you could just move on to something else.

You told Lin a week before auditions that you decided to try out. He never looked happier.
                                                          —
That’s how you found yourself waiting patiently with the rest of the very talented and experienced students auditioning. You felt completely out of place, to say the least. But the thumbs up you received from Lin and Chris as your name was called was at least a little bit encouraging. 

Everything went well enough. You sang a song from the show and you even sounded pretty good. The theater teacher didn’t seem too impressed, however, so you didn’t expect anything to come from it. 

You were rather shocked, to say the least, when Chris started dragging you through the halls the next Monday with no explanation other than. “You need to see this.” Where you ended up was in front of the auditorium, behind a large crowd of kids.

“Why am I here, Jackson? School starts in twenty and I still need to study for the test in third-”

“Shhhh! Just come on,” Chris grabbed your wrist, muttering “excuse me” as he pushed through the crowd. Eventually, you found yourself face to face with a casting list and smiled. Putting two and two together, you searched the list, figuring Chris was excited for the part he got. You assumed you were right when you found your best friend’s name, beside it was the name ‘Benny’

“Hey, way to go! You got the part you wanted!” You said, beaming up at him. He rolled his eyes

“No, you dummy, look!” He exclaimed, pointing sharply at the top of the list. Your eyes directed toward his fingers, confused at what he was trying to show you. 

Your eyes landed on the second character at the top of the list, Vanessa. As your eyes trailed to the other side of the paper, you felt your skin grow pale.

“You’re kidding. I got the part of Vanessa!?”

“Yeah!!”

“What the hell? But Karen killed it at auditions.”

Chris laughed at you, shrugging. “Well I guess you did better than her.  She’s your understudy.”

“Karen’s my understudy!? Karen’s too good to be my understudy!" 

Chris chuckled again, throwing his arm over your shoulders. "And look who got the lead,” Chris said pointing to the name above yours.

You looked to the character above yours, Usnavi, and felt your blood freeze. 

“Lin? Lin Is the lead?”

“And your love interest." 

"Chris!!” You screeched, pushing him away,  "I can’t do this!“

"Sure you can.”

“Has Lin seen the list yet?”

“Nah, I don’t think he’s here yet.”

You groaned running a hand over your face. “Well… I need to get to the library, Chris. See you in third, and congrats again on your part.”

Chris grinned as you pushed yourself out of the crowd, leaning against the wall. “Thanks, (Y/N)! You too!”

Chris once again laughed as you let out a loud groan. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this after all.
                                                             —
Two weeks into rehearsal and you had to agree, it was a ton of fun. The whole auditorium was full of good people who were great to be around. And you made a whole new group of friends. Your closest friend on stage was Karen, who you were actually terrified for the fist week would hate your guts. She was actually incredibly kind and supportive, and told you on numerous occasions how much you deserved the role instead of her.

“You’re just so talented,” She told you one day after rehearsals, “I can’t believe you never joined theater before." 

"Well, I’m not really a performer,” You said with a shrug, zipping up your bag, “This was just kind of a last minute decision thanks to Lin.”

The sly smile that raised the corners of her lips told you nothing good. “That’s right, Lin convinced you to join, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. He even got Chris in on it.”

“He must really like you If he wanted you to join so badly." 

You shrugged. "I don’t know. Me and Lin are pretty good friends I guess.”

“Just friends?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. “Not you too. Chris has been teasing me endlessly since the cast list was released.”

“Well, he totally likes you.”

“Yeah, because me and him are just good friends.”

Karen scoffed. It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Oh come on, (Y/N). Don’t pretend Lin is your friend we all know that he looovess youu,” Karen teased, nabbing a line from the show. The blush on your cheeks was bright and hard to hide.

“Karen! Be quiet, isn’t he still here?" 

"Hey, (Y/N), Karen”

You let out a gasp at the sudden voice from behind you and turned to see Lin, packed and ready to go. “You guys heading out?”

“U-um, yeah!” You rushed out, hoping he didn’t hear your conversation. “Karen was gonna give me a ride to her place.”

Lin looked suddenly disappointed but hid it quickly. “Oh, alright. You guys have fun then." 

"Why do you ask, Lin?” Karen questioned, mischievously, resting her hands on her hips. 

“Oh, no reason in particular!” Lin said, fumbling over his words. “I was just going to ask (Y/N) if she wants to come over- work on some lines or whatever.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, Lin. Maybe after rehearsals Thursda-”

“She’d love to Lin!” Karen said, pushing you towards the theater star. “I just remembered i can’t hang out anyway, have to do some stuff for my mom. See you two later!”

“What the hell, Karen?” You muttered under your breath, taking a step back from Lin.

Before you knew it, Karen was gone. You and Lin were alone. “Uh.. That was weird.” Lin said in an attempt to break the tension.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“You don’t actually have to come over if you don’t want to, you know. It was just a suggestion.”

“No, I’d love to!” You said hurriedly, blushing when you realized how eager you sounded. “Besides, Karen was my ride. And she just ditched me, soo….”

Lin perked up at your words, suddenly excited. “Great! Let’s go!" 
                                                            —
Thirty minutes later, Lin was pulling into his driveway. You were slurping down a milkshake that Lin had gotten you on the way, despite your attempts to pay for it yourself. He had insisted. 

"Neither of my parents are going to be home yet, and I think Luz is studying at a friends house, so we can be as loud as we want.”

You giggled as he wiggled his eyebrows at you and followed him to the doorstep. “Shut up, Miranda.”

“Make me, (L/N)” He mocked as he put the house key through the lock and opened the door. You stayed silent.

“Do you want anything?” He asked as he slipped into the kitchen. You waited awkwardly by the front door, unsure if you should follow him in.

“Yeah, I want you to let me pay you back for this damn milkshake." 

"Not happening, (Y/N). Let me be a gentleman,” his voice argued back before he emerged from the kitchen with a coke. “Now come on, my room is this way.”

The short walk down the hall to his room stirred your nerves and brought butterflies to your stomach.  Not only had your evening plans changed entirely within seconds, they had changed from going to your friend’s house, to practicing lines with your crush.

Lin opened the door to his room, dropping his things beside his bed plopping down on top of it. You dropped your bag beside his door and closed it behind you

“So… Where to start?”

You Practiced a bit of It Won’t Be Long Now, Then he practiced his monologue in Alabanza, which actually had you in tears. You helped him run Hundreds of Stories, acting as Abuela. As the night crawled on and you were about to leave, Lin asked you to run one last song. The one song you were hoping he wouldn’t ask to practice. 

“I know it’s getting late but can we do one last song?”

“You raised an eyebrow, but nodded "Yeah, sure. Which one?" 

Well, we haven’t done Champagne a lot during rehearsals. Do you mind?" 

"Ch-Champagne?” The kissing scene.

Great.

“Y-yeah! Sure thing. I mean- that’s a good idea.” You quickly turned away from him so you would shut up and flip through your script to get to the song.

“Cool, cool…”

Script in hand, flipped to the right page, you moved to the opposite side of the room, by his desk. “So, just start at the beginning of the song?” You asked, skimming over the little bit of dialogue before the song starts. 

“Yeah.”

You nodded and stared down at the papers in your hand, realizing your hands were shaking. You read your first few lines before dropping your arms at your sides.  You took a deep breath, cleared your throat and began to sing.

“So I got you a present. I went downtown to get it. Doing anything tonight?”

“Cleaning…”

“Done for the day?”

“No way…”

“Cause we got a date-”

“Okay!” You giggled at how Lin perked up, as if he was really excited at the idea of a date with you.

“Before you board that plane… I owe you a bottle of cold champagne….”

The longer you sang, the less nervous you began to feel. You had stopped shaking, stepping completely into Vanessa’s shoes. The longer the song went on, the less tense you felt, It didn’t feel like you were (Y/N) and Lin. Now you were Vanessa and Usnavi.

“I’m going down to West Forth Street. You can take the A-”

“What are you trying to say?” By now, Lin had stood up from his bed, abandoning his script on the sheets.

“You’re leaving the country and we’re never gonna see you again!” You turned your back to him, feeling actual tears brim in your eyes, actually feeling Vanessa’s pain.

“What are you trying to say?" 

"You get everyone addicted to your coffee then off you go!" 

"Vanessa, I don’t know why you’re mad at me…” You heard his voice directly behind you now. It startled you enough to turn around and face him again. You were face to face, staring into his dark brown eyes.

“I wish I were mad…” You sang, your voice trailing off. You both knew what came next, though it was always skipped during rehearsals. The kiss.  

Your lips were on his before you could stop yourself. Your arms threw themselves around his neck, his wrapped tightly around your waist. And in the midst of the moment, Vanessa faded away and you were (Y/N) again. You were yourself again, and you were kissing your crush. 

You felt like you were about to faint.

When you pulled away from him, your voice cracked as you forced out your last line.

“I’m just too… late…." 

A grin formed on Lin’s lips as he looked down at you, his hands falling from your waist.

"Good job. You did really good.” He said, smiling nervously. 

 "The singing part or the kissing part?“ 

"Well I meant the singing part, but now that you mention it, the kissing wasn’t so bad either." 

 Your buzzing phone snapped you out of the trance you’d been pulled under. You reached into your back pocket to check who it was. It was you mom, coming to pick you up from Karen’s. You forgot to tell her you went somewhere else.

"Ah, that’s my mom. I should probably call her and tell her I’m not at Karen’s.”

“Alright, no problem. I’ll walk you out?”

You stuffed your script into your back and threw it over your shoulder, allowing Lin to lead you to the front door, hand resting on the small of your back. He opened the front door for you and smiled, gesturing to the outside world. You smiled at him and started to step out, stopping yourself before you left.

“Hey, Lin? This was a lot of fun. Can we do this again sometime?”

Lin raised an eyebrow, leaning against the front door.

“The singing part or the kissing part?” He imitated you from just moments before.

“Well I meant the singing, but now that you mention it…”

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