this just stood out in my memory

I Would Hate You If I Could
Turnover
I Would Hate You If I Could

I hear you’ve been telling all your friends that you’re done with me
Like you always knew things wouldn’t work out.
And I’ve been hearing things from people that I don’t want to talk to,
Like it matters who you’re sleeping with now.

Can I erase from my mind anything that you said or
Any time that we spent with each other?
I don’t want to waste away another cell on a memory
When you’re just another meaningless lover.

Forget the nights that we spent laughing
Until the morning on your bedroom floor
Without a thought about your roommate asleep down the hall.
Forget the days we’d waste in bed, tangled,
The smoke still on your breath,
Undressed and pinning you up to the wall.

And I swore I heard you talking when I was tossing in my sleep.
You were always trying to walk in circles around me.
I was out one night when I saw you and you froze me where I stood.
I would hate you, I would hate you if I could.

Forget the nights that we spent laughing
Until the morning on your bedroom floor
Without a thought about your roommate asleep down the hall.
Forget the days we’d waste in bed, tangled,
The smoke still on your breath,
Undressed and pinning you up to the wall.

I would hate you but I’m not finished yet.

Even you, up on that pedestal, the time will come
When you will deconstruct yourself and remake what you are.
When it does you’ll remember me and the words I spoke
And wonder how you ever could have strayed so far.

flashbacks

trigger warning

my mother has a photograph
she likes to show me when she’s upset
she says
you used to be such a nice boy
i just
don’t know what happened to you
now i admit
i barely recognize the child
three years old on halloween
smiling without someone
having to remind me to do it
but the picture has a habit
of giving me flashbacks

snap

suddenly i am 7 again
and a pair of broken glasses
at the bus stop in your culdesac
it’s one of my oldest lessons
cause mama knows best
she’s teaching me
to turn the other cheek
kill em with kindness son

snap

i’m thirteen and we
are in your bedroom
you are telling me that i should
think about it this
as though we were scientists
It’s cool
it’s cool we’re just experimenting
everyone your age experiments
how will you ever know if you don’t?


snap

i’m twenty eight
and someone on the internet
is telling me that the word rape
could never belong to me
she says
“Don’t you know how triggering it is for women?”
and the only thing i can think about
is if my story deserves to breathe
if it doesn’t sound like hers
if my trauma has to wear a dress
before you believe it

snap

every single day i am seventeen
and on your doorstep again
sorry that it took me so long
to grow into these fists
that the hate grew like a pearl inside me
around a single impurity
until i could no longer bear it
the largest kitchen knife our house
in my hands
the look on my face
as i realize the home you lived
in is now
empty
how i buried it in the front yard
with my bare hands
and sometimes
i think about visiting the spot
with a wreath
or white cross
the way people do along highways
where people have died
she still asks me
what happened to her sweet boy
but never where the kitchen knife went
now i choke
when i hear things like
“you look like you turned out
just fine to me”
every time someone tells me
to man up
i watch my childhood
drive away in the white van of his bedroom
when the only person
i was brave enough to tell said
“why didn’t you just try to avoid it?”
i said nothing
it felt like someone died
and i helped hide the body
i wish i had said
maybe oklahoma city
should have tried
to avoid timothy mcveigh
wish i would have said
the twin towers should’ve tried
to avoid new york in september
cause i’m tired of feeling like
im the skeleton in someone else’s closet
tired of feeling like there’s a ghost in my house when i’m home
wondering if any of the bridges i’ve stood on
will out last the memory
of what you did to me
wondering if there is a word
for drowning
without dying at the end

The One Who Breaks The Curse » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words:  4047

Summary: After four long years, you finally return to the castle to break the curse and save Adam.

A/N: Okay, I finally finished this story! I am pretty happy with the ending! More stories from Prince Adam will be out soon as I try to fill those requests as soon as possible! I know a lot of you have been waiting for this and I am so sorry that it took so long! But, I hope you guys like it! c:

Part One: The One Who Holds Your Heart

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From the Dining Table

This was heavily inspired by this song. don’t listen to it unless you want to think about your ex and possibly cry. I definitely didn’t cry lol.

I don’t know why I can only write post-break up!Finn but it is what it is. but it’s still very different from anything I’ve ever wrote. let me know what you think.

Finn Balor x OC

Maybe one day you’ll call and tell me you’re sorry, too. 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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Iron Crown

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 5,900

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you. 

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 10] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Violence

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}

A/N: NOW WE’RE AT DOUBLE DIGITS WE ARE ROUGHLY 18 MORE CHAPTERS TILL THE END. So this is short af. I know my last few chapters haven’t been that long and I’m sorry. I swear the longer ones will be coming soon. I hope you like it, and my inbox is always open. Love you!

~ Admin Brooklyn

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“Hello (Y/N). I missed you,” Flynn said calmly. Ji Yong was shocked and pissed. His eyes were wide as you ran past him and went right into Flynn’s open arms. Everyone started at you shocked. You hugged him tightly, memories of your shared past flooded your mind. You pull away from Flynn and smiled at him. He smiled down at you, his tan skin emphasizing his flawlessly white teeth.

“I’m sorry, am I missing something?” Seungri said. Flynn looked at Seungri and smirked, then turning his head to look at Ji Yong. Ji stood rigid, a vein popping out on his forehead. He glared at Flynn as you continued to smile at him.

“He’s my friend. We went to the same college for four years, before he left.” You said, looking at Seungri. Flynn smirked down at you, discreetly putting his gun back in its holster on the back of his pants. He wrapped an arm around your waist.

“We were more than just friends, isn’t that right (Y/N)-ah?” Flynn said pulling you against him. You blushed at the washed away memories. You looked down to hide your burning cheeks, but your eyes widened. A hand was near your foot, the owner of said hand was dead lying inches away from you. You pushed away from Flynn and looked around. Dead bodies and blood were all over the floor. Flynn looked at you confused. You look up at him with shock.

“Did you do this?” You said. Ji Yong smirked at Flynn, although his anger was still evident. Flynn looked at you sympathetically.

“I’m sorry cupcake. They were gonna kill me,” Flynn said. You looked at him nervously. He stepped closer to you, taking your hand in his large one. “I had to go after you when I found out that you were involved with the mafia. I had to save you.”

“She doesn’t need to be saved.” Ji Yong said. You stepped back once more, slipping your hand out of Flynn’s. You continued to walk back until you hit a chest, the familiar cologne putting your nerves at ease. Ji Yong smirked at Flynn as he felt you relax. Flynn frowned and his eyebrows furrowed into anger. “What don’t you tell her why you’re really here Flynn?”

“Yongie, maybe this is a misunderstanding,” you mutter, turning to look at him. Ji Yong looked at you and raised his eyebrow. The look on his face reminded you of Mr. Kwon’s when he was acting threatening. Ji Yong had this playful look about him, but like his father, you knew that it probably had some alternate motive.

“Why would it be a misunderstanding princess?” Ji Yong asked, silently daring you to say something in return. You frowned at him.

“Flynn oppa wouldn’t do anything to hurt me,” you say in return. It was true, he wouldn’t do anything to you. He treated you like a princess whenever you were around him. Ji Yong’s eye showed clear anger.

“Oppa?” He asked, faking amusement. He looked down at you, anger evident in his eyes. “Well then, ask oppa how he got here. How he knew that something was wrong after not seeing you for four years.”

“Sorry cupcake, but he’s right,” Flynn said drawing your attention to him. He held a wicked smirk on his face, one you weren’t fond of. You frowned, looking at Flynn. His demeanor had dramatically changed into something darker. “A lot has changed in the past four years. My dad was murdered. He owed money. I killed someone. Now I own land that wasn’t originally mine. It’s funny what people do to have power.”

“So you’re-”

“Yes cupcake, I’m in the mafia. By choice too, unlike your predicament I presume.” Flynn said. You scowled at him, the subject of your family and Ji Yong still sensitive for you. “I’m still me though cupcake.”

“Oppa, you just killed like fifteen people all at once.”

“And G Dragon here doesn’t?” Flynn said. You look at Ji Yong and blood rushes to your face. Flynn continued talking, a slight smile on his face. “I’m sure you’ve already seen the great G Dragon here while he’s on the job, haven’t you.”

“How would you know?” Ji Yong said, anger clearly in his face. You looked down at the floor at the sensitive comment, but your gaze quickly switched to somewhere else when you caught sight of a wounded leg in a pool of blood. Seunghyun looked at Flynn, studying his calm demeanor. Seungri switched his gaze to you then Flynn, constantly making sure you were okay. You weren’t, but he was satisfied that you weren’t crying right then and there. Flynn smirked.

“I have my ways,” he said. Youngbae pointed his gun at him.

“That’s cool and all, but you made a horrible choice coming here today.” Flynn turned towards Youngbae. His smirk never faltered.

“I think I’ll take my chances,” he said. “I’m honored to be warned by TaeYang though. The most fearless man in the business.”

“He’s right,” Daesung said, pulling out his own gun. “You shouldn’t have come her Flynn. Even if we don’t have any backup it’s still five against one.”

“That’s what you think,” Flynn says, turning towards Daesung. “But I’m sure the powerful Kang Daesung knows who will win.”

“What are you? Our number one fanboy?” Seungri said. Flynn shrugged.

“Who hasn’t heard of you though?” Flynn said. He looked back at Ji Yong. “The newest Kwon with his four friend that leads the world in fear while living like Kings.”

Ji Yong narrowed his eyes at Flynn. You were watching Flynn in horror. He wasn’t the same person you knew in college. You started to doubt Ji Yong as well. Maybe he isn’t the person you thought he was. He wasn’t telling you everything and you did seem to be royalty here. Flynn smirked, knowing that his plan was working as your face contorted in confusion.

“Well then,” Flynn said. “I’ve done what I wanted to do. My cupcake, (Y/N) seems to be alive. Something I can’t always depend on around you, G Dragon.”

The sound of rapid fire gunshots had you and the boys ducking. Seungri lunged towards you, wrapping himself around you to protect you. Everyone covered their heads with their arms, protecting themselves. Everyone except Flynn. He still stood, smirking down at the boys. You closed your eyes, waiting for the noise to stop.

When it did Ji Yong shot up, pointing his gun at Flynn. You slowly stood up, Seungri right behind you. You watched as Flynn whipped out his gun and pulled the trigger. Your eyes widened as you watched the bullet leave the gun. Ji Yong fell to the floor with a groan. You screamed and Flynn smirked. He casually strolled out the door, everyone too shocked to stop him.

Why Dream Dictionaries are Mostly Garbage: Raven’s Guide to Dream Interpretation.

{Note: the following post is heavy UPG based upon over a decade of personal experience, research and observation.}

The problems with dream dictionaries is they are based on the premise of “universal symbols”. The issue with this is while dreaming does operate in the language of symbolism it’s overlooks the personal elements. Dreams speak through the languages of symbols and emotions, and these symbols are highly personal. Picture that when you dream you are putting on a play but here’s the kicker, you are everything in the play, from the other actors (in includes family members and people you know), the backdrop, the props, scenery, the animals, monsters - it is all you. Everything is a message from your subconscious to you., and it your job as the dreamer to learn the language. So how do we go about interpreting the dream? Well I’ll get to that but first things first. Dream journal. Now I know you will see pretty much every dream relate thing telling you to keep a dream journal, and their absolutely right. A dream journal is vital for your dreamwork, it is the link between worlds. By keeping a record of your dreams you are creating an open dialogue with your deeper mind. And it’s oaky if you can’t remember your dreams, even if you wake up with just a vague impression or just an emotion, even the weird dreams that seem to make no sense at all, write it all down. You are learning a new language from first hand experience and creating your own translation guide. By journaling you are encouraging and strengthening your long-term memory, it just takes dedication.You will begin to notice the pattern and reoccurring themes in your dreams when you go back and review your entries. So how do we interpret our dreams? This my 4 step process: 

First Step - How do you feel over all in the dream? 

Second Step - What parts of the dream stood out to you the most?

Third Step - What do these things personally represent to me?

Fourth Step - How do these things make me feel?

Like I mentioned above everything in your dream is a representation of some part of you, and how you feel about it is a vital part of understanding what it means. Just remember nothing is what it seem, nothing is literal. It is important that you take your time when working with a dream, you can carefully and attentively peeling away the layers to expose the core, and thus the meaning of the dream and it’s message. And don’t feel discouraged if you don’t get it write away, some dreams takes days, weeks, months, even years to understand, which is another reason why keeping a dream journal is so important so that you can keep revisiting these dreams as you grow and changes as a person. 

Wee Shadow.

A wee one shot of Jamie and Claire fluff + Jem and Mandy because why not? :) xx

With Bree and Roger both sick, Jem and Mandy had been dispatched to stay with their grandparents. It was an arrangement that suited everyone, particularly Jem, who was all but glued to his beloved Grandda’s side from the moment he entered the house.

“You’re sure you don’t feel at all unwell?”

“No Grannie. I feel fine.”

“I heard you coughing outside.”

“I just kicked up some dust running back to the house. Ye did tell me to hurry…”

The note of accusation was distinct and not lost on Claire who had plenty experience with the Fraser capability for Machiavellian tenacity and was not fazed in the least.

“I did, but only because it is freezing out there and the last thing I need is another flu patient.”

She smiled as Jem narrowly resisted the urge to roll his eyes and pressed her hand to his forehead. Warm, but then he always was, just like Bree and Jamie, Jem seemed to have a natural furnace.

“You haven’t got a headache or a sore throat?”

Claire stepped back and put her hands on her hips surveying her grandson who was now fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot with impatience.

“No Grannie, I promise.”

There was a tap on the door and Jamie’s head popped into view. Jem gave him a discreetly pleading look, hoping for saviour as Claire began prodding at his throat again, feeling for swollen glands.  Jamie clucked his tongue sympathetically and stepped into the room, ducking slightly as he passed under bunches of drying herbs hanging from the rafters.

“Sassenach, I promise if he keels over I’ll call ye immediately.”

Jamie smiled, sliding himself between them. Claire frowned as she looked up at her husband.

“You shouldn’t be in here! If Jem is incubating the virus …”

“Then I may have it from last night when he arrived or from eating breakfast beside him this morning or possibly from picking up his stockings from the parlour floor, which I mean to enquire about presently anyway.”

“Sorry Grandda, I forgot to take them upstairs wi’ me…”

Jamie turned and gave Jem a level look down the length of his nose and a slow blink that passed for a wink.

“Aye weel, I’ve left them on the stair and ye may take them up to ye room and fold them properly away in your dresser. Now if ye please.”

Jamie’s tone was stern but there was a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and Jem realised that far from scolding him, his Grandda was in fact offering him an escape from the surgery.

“Aye Grandda.”

“But …”

Claire began at the same time as Jamie jerked his chin in the direction of the door. Jem took the opportunity and scarpered, dodging around the far side of his Grannie’s work bench to avoid any further prodding

“Thank ye Grannie, I’ll let ye ken if I feel a bit poorly.”

He called and shut the door firmly behind him.

Claire blinked at the door for a moment and then sighed in defeat.

“Dinna take it hard Sassenach, there are many men who would long for your ministrations. Myself for one.”

Jamie grinned but Claire poked an accusing finger at his chest before pointing at the bench.

“Fine, then sit. And don’t think for a second I believe that you care where a pair of stockings are left.”

Jamie obligingly settled himself on the bench and loosened his stock, exposing the pale skin of his throat, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Actually I do.”

Jamie squirmed as Claire’s fingers, deliberately chilly, felt for signs of swelling beneath his jaw

“No’ enough to make a fuss but the lad is old enough to put his clothes away wi’ out reminding.”

“I think he does normally,”

Claire murmured absent-mindedly, pausing to run her fingers over a certain area again, distinguishing between the rasp of red-gold stubble beneath her fingers and the sign of illness she challenged to be there.

“He probably dumped them because he heard you come into the house. Yon wee shadow.”

Claire smiled, gently mimicking the way Jenny had put it when she had seen the two red-heads together. Jamie retied his stock and ducked his head, trying not to appear too pleased to hear Jem referred to as such.

Claire made as if to inspect his ears and Jamie caught her hand deftly, turning her to be seated on his lap.

“That’s enough o’ that. I’m healthy as I ever have been and have ye to thank for it Sassenach. Stop prodding me, eh? Or at least prod in more satisfying places.”

“And wear exactly should I be prodding, hmmm?”

Claire leant forward, her fingers still encased in Jamie’s large palm, and ran her teeth along the edge of his jaw, gently nipping his chin. Jamie made a sound, not dissimilar to that of a bull readying for the charge and his thighs tightened beneath her.

“Have I just found a new erogenous zone Mr Fraser?”

“I wouldna say that … though I do find your teeth on me a wee bit stirring…”

Jamie’s breath came up short as Claire’s tongue dipped beneath the knot of his stock and traced the faint blue line of a vein, her teeth barely touching him this time.

“But it reminds me … it reminds … Christ!”

Jamie lifted her from his body and stood in the same fluid motion, bending to kiss his wife as thoroughly as he wished to before straightening to his full height, neck safely out of her reach as a sprig of drying thyme tickled his ear.

“You were saying?”

“I was trying to say,”

Jamie smiled wryly,

“That having ye on my lap as ye were just then, distracted and more interested in the medical state o’ my body than anything besides, it reminded me of the first night we met.”

“And that is a pleasant memory is it?”

Claire teased trying to keep her tone light, thinking back to that cold and violent Scottish night and narrowly avoiding a shudder.

“Weel, the meeting of ye is a pleasant memory aye but … I was terrified if truth be told and had ye not come along when ye did …”

“Dragged by Murtagh…”

Jamie waved this off as if her virtual kidnap was neither here nor there and continued

“I dinna ken that I would have made it through the night.”

“It wasn’t a fatal wound!”

Claire laughed, thinking of the bayonet wound on his torso and the way the blood had soaked into his shirt, so startling against the white linen and how it was the sight of this that finally jolted her into awareness of her new reality.

“No,”

Jamie smiled

“It wasna a fatal wound but I was so verra scared, Sassenach. I thought my arm likely broken and although Murtagh was wi’ me, I kent well enough that had Dougal seen opportunity for it, he’d do away wi’ the both of us. So there I was, unable to defend myself, unable to protect my kinsman and just waiting for a dirk to slip betwixt my ribs and fearful that I might die wi’out ever goin’ home and then … then you were there.”

Claire listened to the soft lilt of his voice, the gentle dip in resonance that accompanied his thought of her and the lifting smile that crinkled the skin around his eyes and realised that she was once again on his lap on the bench, although she had no memory of moving.

“Ye centred me from the verra first moment I saw ye. Gave me a pretty face to focus on and a neutral party to speak to; ye made me remember that I was more than just a wanted man and unwanted guest.”

Jamie stroked his index finger down her jaw, lightly pinching her chin between his thumb and finger as if holding a delicate glass ornament up to the light for inspection.

“Ye saved me and didna even ken it, wouldna ha’ cared if I told ye either, fierce wee thing ye were.”

Jamie grinned and gently leant forward, this time meeting Claire’s lips as she reached for him, soft and familiar and warm.

“I would never have known you were scared. You seemed so brave to me. Foolish, but brave.”

“And so I was!”

Jamie smiled as the breath of their laughter mingled.

“Ye have always given so verra much mo nighean donn, ye gave me courage, then love, then family… ye ha’ given me all the verra best parts of my life.”

“As have you. Jamie I …”

“GRANNIE! JEM’S COUGHING AGAIN!”

The surgery door burst open and Mandy, grasping Esmerelda under one arm, stood in a riotous cloud of curls and determination.

“He’s coughing! We have to give him medicine!”

Mandy said firmly, heedless of the moment she had interrupted

“Alright love, lead the way.”

Claire smiled, holding out a hand to her grand-daughter.

“Yon wee shadow, was it?”

Jamie called after them, smiling to himself at the answering chuckle that echoed back to him.

Too Blind to See

Josh Dun x Reader. Requested: Yes. Word Count: 1,678. Josh Dun and you break up, but six months later your friend tries to set you up on a blind date with him.

A/N: sorry if this is a little off the beaten path of what you wanted. I’m a little rusty as I am getting back into writing. 

You scrolled through your twitter timeline only to see another tweet about Josh and Tyler. No matter what you did to avoid him, it’s like he was everywhere. Don’t get it wrong, you were proud of the band, you really were. They had just won a Grammy and you knew how hard they had worked for it and how much they deserved to be recognized on this scale. But his face was everywhere and his name was always coming up in conversation. You couldn’t go on social media without seeing that tousled mess of yellow hair and that bright smile. Whenever you were at a party, someone always seemed to mention “the drummer from Twenty One Pilots.” Sometimes you rolled over in the morning and almost expected him to still be there, lying next to you and kissing your forehead. But the last morning you had like that was a six month old memory. Josh had broken up with you, and you remember that night clear as day.

“Josh. I’m trying here. I just won’t be able to come see you on tour this time. I know we were planning for me to visit at some point but my hands are tied. I can’t get out of this hole I’m in at work.”
You stood in front of Josh, desperately trying to explain to him that you couldn’t come visit him on tour this month. It was the night before he was supposed to leave and bad news had just been dropped in your lap by your boss. He sat you down at work and firmly told you that you “could not afford anymore vacation days this quarter.” He made it clear that the company’s success was dependent on having all hands on deck for the next month or so. You had just recently taken some vacation days to go visit your best friends from high school anyway, so he emphasized how your presence at work was needed. “Just please be here this month,” your boss begged. It sounded like a question, but you knew it was a demand. Josh just stood there and shook his head. “Y/N I feel like you just can’t make time for us anymore. You know I can’t go a whole month without seeing you. I can’t have this relationship be standing on a foundation of a few quick texts a day. I need YOU.” All you could do was ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut. You worked so hard at your job and all of a sudden your boss restrained you from taking a few days off. You had urged him as best as you could to let you work while on the road. It would just be 5 days, you would bring your laptop and all the papers that you needed to look over, and you could make calls. Heck, you would pay for a whole other months worth of cell service if that’s what it required, but he refused. So now Josh was furious and there was nothing you could do. “Josh. I promise I will call every day. I really care about us, you know that. I really want to make this work.”
Josh’s face twisted slightly with anger. “Really Y/N? Because if you really wanted to make it work, you wouldn’t have used up all of your other vacation days on going back home to see your old friends instead of saving them for tour.”
“How dare you criticize my priorities? If I want to go every once in a while to see my friends back home , that’s not for you to judge!”
Josh’s fist came down on the counter top with a thud. “Jesus, Y/N! I come back here to see you more than I go back to Columbus to see my own family! You don’t know how hard my job is too.”
And then you said something you forever will regret. Through gritted teeth you spat, “Oh I’m sure it is Joshua. Playing music in front of thousands of adoring fans seems really damn tough to do.” Your mouth snapped shut as soon as you realized what you had said. Josh looked hurt, but definitely more angry than hurt. “I’m sorry my needing you is so inconvenient. Call me when you get your priorities straight,” he mumbled and stormed out of the door.

Long story short: you never called, and he never came back through your door. It seemed stupid now, the reason you broke up, but you felt insulted by Josh’s anger about a situation you could not control, and he felt hurt by what you said… especially because you knew he still got anxious about performing. After the past 6 months of ongoing heartbreak, you just wanted to start fresh again. You wished you could start dating again without meeting some guy at a bar or a club. That scene was never really your favorite atmosphere for meeting new people.

“C'mon Y/N, how about a blind date?” Your hair stylist asked as you sat down her chair. At first you rolled your eyes at the idea. Blind dates seemed like a rather desperate attempt to you. Your hair stylist, and confidant of two years, sensed your uneasy feeling. “Relax Y/N. It’s not as nerve racking as you would think. Just think of it as setting high standards for who you go on a date with… that you like your men to come recommended and thought highly of. I could set you up.” You glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m putting my trust in you on this one. Don’t let me down.”

— Time Skip —

As the clock ticked closer to the time of your dinner, you felt the nauseous feeling in your stomach grow more intense. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to have your hair stylist set you up with someone. Even though, she told you he was “a super cute sweetheart with a charming smile” and set the date at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants. You adjusted your hair in your car mirror and sighed. Josh and you had always loved this restaurant… that is, when you convinced him to go somewhere nicer than Taco Bell. You contemplated pulling away from your parking spot and driving home. You could say you got sick at the last minute and reschedule, but it was already 6:30 and the little voice in your head was forcing you to leave the safety of your car. You owe this to yourself to try. You owe it to yourself to give love a second chance.

Your phone buzzed. It was your hair stylist: 

 Hey girlie! I told him to sit at the last booth by the far window. Have fun ;)

You opened the door of the restaurant and gazed down the rows of booths and tables for two. That’s when your eyes landed on an all too familiar mess of yellow hair. “Josh?”

Oh no. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud. He immediately recognized your voice and his head whipped around. “Y/N?“ 

Suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes met Josh’s, you swore you could see it all click in his mind as well. The yellow hair. Your hair stylist. She knew Josh. She had helped him re-dye his hair yellow. She had always loved you two together, so when she saw you both were missing each other as much as you did, she tried to set you up on what was supposed to be a “blind date.”

Josh shyly waved you over. “Come sit, Y/N. It’s been a while.” Your legs started to shake as you walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. “Josh, I didn’t know she would… ya know… us… together…” He looked up at you and bit his lip. “I didn’t either… but I may have mentioned a few times that I’ve uh- I’ve- umm… missed you.” He scratched his head and tapped his fingers on the table out of nervous habit. Oh how you wished you could just reach over and grab his hand and calm his anxiety. Truth is, you still wished you were with Josh, but you were at a loss for words. Your silence made him regret his prior confession, so he quickly changed the topic. “So… you wanted to start dating again?” he questioned.

“Well didn’t you want to start dating again? I mean… I suppose you expected to see a stranger here as well.”

He leaned back and his seat and shut his eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head just like you did the night you broke up, but not angry this time. He looked focused, like he was formulating immensely important words to say.

“No.”

“No?”

“No Y/N. There has always been a part of me that hoped we would cross paths again, just like this, like something out of a movie. I guess going on a date was me trying to distract myself. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You were shocked. Stunned beyond words. Josh still loved you too.

“I’m sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way, I- I mean I know it was me that walked out that night, but that fight was so stupid. I should’ve just come back to you. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. I regret it all the time I-”

You took his hands in yours from across the table and jumped to interrupt him. “No. Joshua. I’m so sorry for that night too. I think I always knew you’d find me again. You always do.” That signature smile of his crept onto his lips. “Well then. Is this a date?” You giggled at his gesture and nodded your head. “Yeah. I guess so. We can take this slow again though Josh. I don’t want you to rush into this and bite off more than you can chew.”

Josh opened the menu and scanned the options. “Don’t worry. I chew a lot.”

Demons

This is an Alec Lightwood imagine. I KNOW ALEC IS GAY BUT FOR THIS HE IS STRAIGHT. I have a lot of requests to get to and school is killing me but i’m trying to get to them all. 

Originally posted by itscuteust


As always i was woken up by my alarm clock that goes off at 7 a.m sharp. I opened my eyes to be met by the same sight i was everyday. Nothing was new in the institute. I got up and put on a happy face. I didn’t want Alec or Izzy coming asking me questions.

“Get up we have a mission” i said when i stepped into Izzys room without knocking. I always did this since we had known each other forever it just didn’t seem necessarily to knock. “How are even up right now” she complained and pulled the sheets over her head. “Because your brother might kill me if i wasn't” i laughed. I actually had started to get a crush on the oldest Lightwood. “You have such a crush on him” Izzy mumbled under her breath while getting up and going to her closet “I DON'T” i yelled and threw a pillow after her.

“We need about six people. So Izzy, me, Jace, Clary, Y/N and we’ll take Luke with us too” Alec finish the short meeting he had called. Or so we thought “I’m not done” Alec said making all of us groan and sit back down in our seats “We have to make groups. Izzy i need you to go with Luke. Jace and Clary are together and Y/N you’re with me” He finished gesturing for everybody to leave. A small smile grew on my face knowing i had the entire day to spend with Alec.

“Heres your chance” Izzy whispered when she passed me “SHUT UP ISABELLE” i yelled back. I really didn’t need the entire institute knowing about my crush. Especially when Alec doesn’t know anything. And he definitely doesn’t  feel the same way.


Alec and i were walking down the narrow hallway when a demon attacked out of nowhere. Alec of course had it under control. He hit the demon with enough force to knock it down so that i could cut it. I looked up and saw the look of satisfaction on his face.

“Come on. Run” Alec said after a few seconds of silence where we just stared at each other. I began running after Alec. when we got where we needed to go we stood in silence waiting for Izzy and Luke. “So. i realise we don’t talk a lot… my fault but tell me something about yourself.” I started. I would much rather have a conversation with Alec than just sit in awkward silence.

“Uhm. I don’t know. I one shot my teacher with an arrow” He said randomly. I laughed out loud and turned to him with a shocked expression on my face.

“NO WAY YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT” I laughed.

“No” ALec laughed a little at the memory. “Your turn. Tell me something” He commanded.


“Oh… i guess i had kind of a boring life…. Oh one time i kissed a guy and i was supposed to text my friend about how bad the kiss was and i accidentally texted the guy” i sighed. To my surprise it got Alec laughing. After a while i realised why he was laughing so hard.  “And that guy was Jace oh god i totally forgot you already knew that” I laughed at the thought.

“You got Jace crying for three days Y/N” Alec laughed “ He coul-” he was gonna continue but got hit from behind him. I ran over to kill the demon who had attacked him.  

“Alec are you okay.” I yelled dropping to my knees. I tried to look at his stomach where he had been cut but he pushed me away trying to get up himself.

“I’m fine.” He said but before he got up he totally blacked out.


“Hey. you’re home don’t worry. Jace and Luke helped me get you here”  I said. I was sitting next to Alecs bed where he was currently laying shirtless.

“I’m fine really i don’t need anything” He said trying to get up but of course his wound started aching and I pushed him down again. “Y/N i’m fine. I can take care of myself”

“I know you can but you’re not fine. Now let me take care of you” i said. I started looking at his wound but it got too much for him and he grabbed my hand. My eyes shot up to look at him. “Uhm. Sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you” i said.

“Shut up” he said and lifted his hand to the back of my neck and lifted me. He quickly pushed his lips against mine. “How good was that because if you’re gonna text someone about this i wanna know from now” He said. I laughed and pressed my lips to his again.

Deeper in Love || Jack Maynard Imagine

I take a deep breath and smooth down the non-excitant wrinkles in my suit.

“Mate take a breath if you faint before you say ‘i do’ ill kill you,” Conor say into my ear slapping his hand on my back.

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous, like what if she backs out?” I ask nerves taking over my mind.

“Jack, were stood at the alter just waiting for Y/N to be ready to walk down the aisle, she’s not backing out,” Conor say hand still on my shoulder, I take a deep breath and compose myself. I hear the music start and the doors at the end of the church opening. My eyes make their way from my feet to the gorgeous girl walking down between the rows of our families. Memories of our lives together flashing through my mind. Tears well up in my eyes. She’s wearing a beautiful long white dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. My chest swells with pride that after today she will be mine forever more.

“She looks gorgeous mate,” I vaguely hear Conor say. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of her and my love for her.

My eyes are locked on her words silently spoken between us. When she finally stops in front of me, I look towards the man that I am taking her off. I hold my hand out for him to shake but instead he hugs me, “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He says simply I pull away from him and offer him a nervous smile. He kisses Y/N’s cheek and takes his seat in the front row next to her mother.

“Hi,” She says softly.

“Hi,” I wink.

“Jack Maynard and Y/F/N L/N, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here today to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you,” I grin over at Y/N, “The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great, and now falls upon your shoulders the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people, a love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life.”

My smile only widens, “Jack has decided that he wants to surprise his gorgeous partner with his own vows.” The priest says.

“So somehow I’ve managed to write and memorize my vows without you knowing,” I laugh.

“That’s not fair,”

“You are the one girl, I’ve ever taken home to meet my parents, even though at first we were sixteen and just friends I knew that something more would blossom from it,” I watch as tears appear in my gorgeous finance’s eyes, “I once asked you 'How would you feel if I told you that I loved you ?’ I knew at sixteen that it was just something that I wanted to do.”

I inhale softly, “I’m taking my time, spending life, falling deeper in love with you. One of my favorite memories of us is the story of our first kiss, I know how cute am I?” I ask making her laugh, “We were sitting on Mikey’s roof, after a party, I had my arms wrapped tightly around you, we were watching the sun replace the moon, and you asked me, 'Are you going to kiss me or do I have to kiss you?’ so I leaned in and kissed you and every single day since then I have made sure to place my lips on yours.”

Tears fall from her eyes, “Oh I wish that I could kiss you right now,” she says exasperatedly. Making our friends and family laugh.

“Jack and Y/N, the time has come to forget all the stress of planning this day and simply enjoy your friends and family who have gathered to spend this day with you. This group of loved ones will, likely, never be together in the same place again. Through quiet reflection and nostalgia, think about how each person has touched your life and why they are here with you today.”

“Do you Jack choose Y/N to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” I smile tears gathering in my eyes.

“Do you Y/N choose Jack to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” She says eyes locked with mine.

“Now for the rings,” The priest says, “Jack and Y/N have practiced and hopefully memorized the words to say here.” We laugh and nod our heads.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live,” I say placing a simple gold band on her fourth finger, she’s almost a Maynard.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live.” She says placing an identical band on my finger.

“Jack?” The priest says catching my attention, “You may now kiss your bride.” I grin widely to all of our friends and family. Before placing my lips on Y/N’s, I dip her slightly the cheers of our friends and family falling silent on my ears all of my focus on the gorgeous girl who is now my wife.

The Birds & The Bees

George Washington x Reader ft. Kid Hamilsquad

Modern AU

The Washington Family Series: Meeting The Family, Becoming Part of the Family, Baby Washington, Welcome to the Family,  BondingFirst Broken Heart

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1022

Warning: Sex (doesn’t really go into detail at all), talking about sex, swearing

A/N:I had so much fun writing this one! I love when you guys give me ideas for this little mini series cause it is my favorite to write!! It makes me so happy! Thank you again for requesting! Hope all of you have an amazing day! I love all you cute beans!!

Request: Hi! I love your writing skills just thought you should know! You probably already heard this request but can you do one with George Washington X Reader and the Hamilsquad is their children again but, the children catch the them having sex in bed and they try to come up with an excuse for all of them believe? Thank you 😘😘 - Anon


The boys walked into the house after playing at the Schuyler sisters house. They looked around the entryway confused. Usually at least one of you would be nearby to greet them from coming home. Then again, they hadn’t come home at the time they said they would. They had come home much earlier.

“Where are they?” Alex asked, walking further into the house to investigate.

“Maybe they went to the store.” John suggested.

“No, both cars are here.” Aaron disproved John’s theory.

That’s when they heard it…

“Fuck, George.” Your moan echoing down the stairs to where the boys stood.

“Oh, they must be in their room.” James smiled, started to walk up the stairs with the others following him.

Hercules was at the back and felt very uneasy. He was the oldest of the group and had a feeling that they were doing something he did not want to see. He hoped that he was wrong, but sadly his hope would soon shrivel up and die.

Another moan could be heard from outside the door. This one had come from both George and you. With seven boys always running around the house, you hadn’t had sex for what had felt like an eternity. You had been so caught up with the moment, that neither of you had heard the boys standing outside your door and busting it open.

“SHIT!” George exclaimed looking at the boys, right before everything took a terrible turn.

Everyone began screaming, Hercules covered his eyes and blushed at the sight of the two of you naked. James had curled up in fetal position on the ground. John tried running out of the room with his eyes closed, but ran into a wall instead. Lafayette and Alex had jumped onto Hercules in fear as they screamed. Aaron just sat there in shock and Thomas was slightly shaking with laughter, but still covered his eyes like the rest.

Meanwhile, you and George covered yourselves up with your bed sheets and looked for something to thrown on that was nearby. Luckily, two of George’s shirts sat on the floor next to the bed. He tossed you one and pulled the other over his head. The commotion in front of you continued, as you both pulled on a nearby pair of pants and stood up to get out of the bed.

“Um, boys…” George started, hoping their screaming would stop.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Aaron screamed.

“WHY WERE YOU HURTING EACH OTHER LIKE THAT?” James cried, still in fetal position on the ground.

“Why don’t we go down into the living room and talk about what just happened.” You suggested, ushering the boys to move along.

“Dear god, that will forever be burned in my memory.” Herc muttered, walking past you and George to head down the stairs.

“We’ve permanently scarred the kids, haven’t we?” You asked George, still in shock yourself with what had just happened.

“Well, I mean this could be a good opportunity to give them the talk.” George suggested, as you trailed behind the boys down the stairs.

“Are you kidding me? The youngest is 10, George! That is much too young to have the sex talk!” You protested, before entering the living room where the boys sat in shock and disgust.

“Were you two having sex?” Herc asked, the other boys snapping up at his words.

“What’s sex?” James asked, his innocent eyes being filled with curiosity.

“This is going to be good.” Thomas snickered.

“Well son, let me tell you about the birds and the bees.” George started, sitting down in between a few of the boys on the couch.

“George!” You screamed, giving him a warning look.

“But he wants to know!” George exclaimed, fidgeting slightly under your hard glare.

“Wait, what does sex have to do with the birds and the bees? I thought sex was when a man put his penius in-” Alex started before your hand flew over his blabbering mouth.

“I thought that was oral sex! They were doing something different…” John trialed off, causing you and George to look at each other in shock.

“How do you boys know so much?” You asked, slightly worried about where they were hearing such detailed things.

“Dad already gave me the talk, of course I know.” John shrugged, then turned his gaze to Alex. “After that, I gave the same talk to Alex. We also got a lot of our information by asking the older boys at school.”

“I just can’t believe I saw my parents have sex…” Lafayette shuddered, the image was there every time he closed his eyes and he hated it.

“WHAT ARE YOU ALL TALKING ABOUT??” James screamed, wanting more information from the other boys.

“You will learn one day, young one.” Aaron said, patting his head gently.

“I’m the same age as you!” James shrieked, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

“Shhhhhhh…” Aaron shushed him, pretending he didn’t hear what James had just said.

“Okay, any questions about sex? Or do you think you boys understand enough?” George asked, he also ignored James’s pleas to know what they were talking about.

“I have one!” Laf raised his hand to get yours and George’s attention. “I heard a lot of the high school kids mention it. What’s a pu-”

“NOPE!” You and George yelled at the same time.

“But-” Laf attempted.

“TOO YOUNG!” George shouted, walking quickly out of the room with you quickly behind him.

“You will learn when you’re older!” You called to the boys that still sat in the living room behind you.

“Don’t worry, Herc can tell us!” Thomas exclaimed, turning to see the bulky boy sprinting out of the room.

“Hercules!” Aaron screeched from behind him.

“YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW!” He yelled, leaving the boys in the room by themselves.

“Ask the Schuyler sisters?” Alex suggested, the boys making sounds of agreement.

“Can someone please explain sex to me?” James asked, hoping at least one of the boys would help him.

“Ugh, fine.” Thomas paused thinking how to start this. “Well, people usually explain this with the birds and the bees…”

Now I’m No Longer Alone (Logan Howlett/Peter Maximoff Imagine)

Heeellooo everybodyyy!

I worked on this literally all last night, all day yesterday, all night the night before that, and all day the day before that… I’m gonna be honest, I played with A LOT of stuff here. It’s kind of a monster! Anyway, I hope you guys find some enjoyment out of my ramblings. 

WORD COUNT: 7, 442

Also FYI: I wrote this in first person, and because it’s so long… I don’t really have the patience to go back and change pronouns haha! But of course the classic (Y/N) is in there. 

In this story, Logan is sort of like the Reader’s guardian/mentor. And Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver) is her crush. The story takes place at a school dance, but there are a lot of flashback sequences throughout it. Again, I played with a lot of stuff. (I feel like for some reason I have a bit more fun writing when I don’t have like an exact “plan” for my story for some reason? XD

I hope you enjoy!! xo

It was beautiful. Like a prom. The one’s I’d seen on T.V. anyway… this was just a “Formal.” But still, it was beautiful nonetheless.

Streamers curled down from the ceilings in strings of silver, sparkling ribbons. The lights shone on them, making the room sparkle… like stars had fallen from the heavens for the evening and scattered around the dance floor just for us. Us mutants.

I loved dances. Or rather.. I suppose I loved the idea of them. This was my first one. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I glanced across the room at Logan, who stood all brooding and annoyed and aloof in the corner. Despite his expression, he still managed to look incredibly handsome in the new suit I’d persuaded him to buy the day he’d come with me to get a dress. I’m pretty sure he only bought it to stop me from annoyingly abhorring him over going to a formal dance with jeans and a t-shirt… and to stop from feeling flustered as I mentioned what Jean would think about seeing him in a suit.

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Continued from [log].

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Time goes on after that, too. 9S still feels as if something’s off–as if something, somewhere, is missing–but he doesn’t mind it so much anymore. One day, as they sit shoulder-to-shoulder in those little camp chairs, he thinks that he might always feel this way. YoRHa is gone, after all. The machines have returned to their mostly docile, ambling ways, so they no longer have any reason to fight them. And the tower lies collapsed, nothing more than a pile of rubble in the middle of the city ruins.

So they are missing something, aren’t they? They’re missing everything.

But still, he thinks, 2B was right to say that it’s okay. Because what little they do have is real.

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WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY(BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) FINAL PART 4

WELP I’m certainly not gonna be the first to say it but THIS TOOK TOO LONG.

I’m so sorry you guys but it is getting to be finals week at my school and that has taken up most of my time and I had a falling out with one of my friends which put me on absolutely no mood to write.

Thank you guys so much for sending me all of the lovely comments and I am sad to say that this series is coming to an end.

Scenario- the batfamily is hot on your trail maybe it’s good maybe it’s bad

Warning-cursing, slight violence.
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You loved midway city. It wasn’t like Gotham with all of the caped crusaders and evil villains. It wasn’t like metropolis with all of the people full of hope and the man of steel. It wasn’t like central city with the man faster than time. It wasn’t Star city with the man who could shoot better than Apollo and Artemis.

It was midway city home to the ordinary people and no one in a cape, mask, cowl, or hood for miles around.

You had found a nice job at a pet shop. You had always loved animals especially when you were a kid. They weren’t good or bad, they didn’t have to worry about saving the world, their biggest concern was who is gonna feed them next?

You also worked on gaining back your muscles and started training again. Incase he ever came back you need to be prepared to go down with a fight.

You hadn’t forgot your old life. The scars wouldn’t ever let you. The scars from missions gone wrong, scars from injury on the job, and the scars from the torture that riddles your entire back.

The countless electric shock had torn up your back leaving big nasty angry sores and rips on your back.

You of course thought of pleasant memories of your past life. The love, the laughter, the friendships and the family.

You felt love when you saw Jason smile, the way his eyes would crinkle, his laugh lines appeared, and all of his worries were gone for just one second. He wasn’t the failed soldier. He wasn’t the mercenary that came back to life. He wasn’t the red hood who everyone feared. He was Jason Todd, your Robin, your favorite Robin. He was the moon in your stars, the one who made everything all right, even if the whole world was crashing down.

You knew the laughter that haunted your mind. The countless nights of patrolling with Dick and his stupid jokes, when Damian and Tim would bicker for hours on end and come up with the dumbest of insults. When Bruce would be so sleep deprived he would fall asleep in the most random places of the manor, the time he fell asleep in the back of the limo was your favorite. The time Barbara and Stephanie did a entire commentary on the boys bickering, which had you rolling on the floor.

You remember the family and friendships you would never be able to feel again. The time you saw Damian watching a old movie that had been a favorite of yours so you sat down quietly in the entertainment room and watched it with him, soon Dick and Barbara followed, then Tim came in with Stephanie and lastly Jason who made sure to sit next to you. Titus was on the floor with Alfred the cat when you noticed Bruce had crept in and was sitting at the back of the entertainment room behind Dick and Barbara.

You remember waking up hours later with your head on Jason’s chest and his arms wrapped around your shoulders with his faces snuggled into the top of your head. You looked up and saw Tim and Stephanie asleep on the other end of the couch with Barbara and Dick on the couch right behind them. Bruce had fallen asleep with his arms crossed and leaning backwards on the seat, somehow even sleeping, he looked scary.

Damian apparently had gotten tired of Dick laying against him and moved to the floor with Alfred the cat and Titus as a pillow. Alfred (the man) must have come in last night because you all had blankets draped over you. You layed you head back down on Jason’s warm chest, you felt safe and secure, something you longed for now, and went back to sleep. That was family. That was your friendship.

You were currently at your new job, the local pet store and talking to your new found friend, (y/f/n).

“That’s what I said.” You friend laughed as you both walked around the play pins filled with puppies. You knew if Damian was here he would try to buy them all.

“I can’t believe he would do something like that.” You said completely astonished by your friends story.

“See, now you understand my world.” Your friend said and threw her hands up in exasperation as you chuckled. In ways she reminded you a lot of dick.

You were about to tell her of a similar experience you had when she stopped and looked at the tv screen that was in the corner of the room.

“Damn, I remember I use to have a huge crush on him when I was a teenager.” She said in the most lovey dovey voice she could manage. You rolled your eyes and looked at the tv.

BREAKING NEWS
“Tragic robbery gone wrong, only serious injury is son of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson.” The big news anchor said in a musky voice.

You could hear him drone on and on about what happened but you could only hear the blood in your ears rushing and your heart beat going in and out. You gripped so tight onto the counter top you felt like your fingers were going to break. You kneeled on the floor and closed your eyes.

“(Y/n) are you ok, what’s going on?” Your friend questioned and crouched next to you and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Where is he being treated, what hospital?” You grounded out as you felt your heart crack and countless memories of Dick flood in.

“Wayne memorial, oh my god, (y/n), do you know him?” She said concerned and put her hand over her heart in astonishment.

“I won’t be in tomorrow.” You said as you stood up and balanced yourself on the countertop.

Before she could get a word in you were already gone. You ran down the sidewalk to your apartment that was just a block away from your job.

You ran up to your room after saying a very quick hello to your elderly neighbor. You quickly grabbed your over night bag which had your eskrima sticks and a change of clothes with 500 dollars in it.

You never knew what would happen if you went back to Gotham, but you made sure you were well prepared for any possible situation.

You quickly put on a pair of black combat boots and kept on your blue jeans from work. You put on your black leather jacket and pulled your hair into a pony tail adding a black baseball cap. You grabbed the keys to your bike and ran out the door with your overnight bag.

You weren’t thinking when you got on your bike, took off your cap, pulled on your helmet and took off in the direction of Gotham. You’re entire body was on autopilot, you only had one goal, get to Gotham and see if Dick was ok.

The only time the news reported on any of the bat kids was when they were in the hospital. Except when it said that they were in a car crash, it really means that, Two face, hit one of them with his car.

When they were in a “robbery” it means they were shot so bad Alfred couldn’t fix them and they needed professional hospital help.

You probably broke all of the speed limits getting to Gotham. When you finally pulled into the hospital car park, it was pitch black outside. You pulled your bag tightly over your shoulder and pulled on your baseball cap after you pulled off your helmet.

You sped walked to the hospital stairs and jogged up to the lobby. You looked around the corner before going into the main section, no batfam or joker minions in sight, so you’re all good for now.

You quickly walked to the front desk and pulled on your game face. You fell forward over the desk and put your hands over your face and let out tiny sobs.

“Umm honey can I help you?” A small older lady nurse asked from behind the counter who put her hand on your forearm in a gesture of comfort.

“I-it’s my brother Richard, h-he was shot this morning and I-i just got into town and oh my god is -is he alright.” You whimpered as tears streaked down your face.

“Ok honey, let’s just see what room he is in and you can go see for yourself, what’s his last name?” She asked very soflty and started to type on the key board.

“G-grayson.” You said with a loud sob at the end causing people to look at you in pity.

“Ok honey, here he’s in room 908 on the 5th floor, the elevators are right there.” She said and pointed to the back of the room where two silver elevators stood.

“Oh thank you so much dear, bless you, bless you.” You said and turned around to go to the elevator.

You wiped the tears off your cheeks and smirked, you still had it. She never would have told you what room he was in, unless you were family and now you were.

You pushed the 5th floor button and fixed the rest of your face while the elevator brought you up. You were going to be in and out of his room, them back to Midway city, to live your life. You walked down the hallway that only had a few other nurses walking up and down to check on other patients.

You stopped in front of room 908 and let out a deep breath praying that Dick was passed out. You quietly opened the door and noticed the lights weren’t on at all. You quickly slipped in and shut the door not wanting the nurse to see you. You went to flip one of the light switches, when someone grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and latched onto there hand pulling them into you and sliding your hand up there shoulders ramming there stomach into your knee. You kicked them backwards as two people grabbed both of your elbows.

“Not to-motherfucking-day.” You said and bent both of your arms outwards and grabbed onto both of the attackers hair and brought there skulls smashing forward against each other with a sickening crack. They crumpled on the floor below you as you could feel someones presence behind you.

You turned around and kicked your left leg around the assailants neck and put you hands on his head and pulled your other leg around his neck so both of you legs were locked behind his neck and pulled forward on his hair causing him to go tumbling forward and you put your foot on his chest and kicked him off of you so he landed on the opposite wall with a loud groan. You quickly got off of the ground and stood in the middle of the room.

You weren’t sure how many attackers there were, so you had to stay alert.

“Yeah you piece of clown scumbag, I’m a bit stronger than last time.” You said and roundhouse kicked the other figure that was approaching on your left and kicked them in the chest so they flew to the other side of the room.

You took a few steps back and rested your hand on a metal bar that wrapped around the room so injured patients could walk around. You took a deep breath as you felt a panic attack coming on, you went to open the door and leave Gotham behind forever. You felt a cold metal wrap around your wrist and a clicking sound. You pulled your wrist as fast as you could but couldn’t seeing as how they were probably attached to the metal pole, you were stuck.

“Oh you fucking coward, if you’re going to drag me down to hell, at least let me defend myself.” You growled out as you kept on high apart with both fists clenched.

“Looks like you don’t need any help defending yourself.” You heard a familiar rough gravely voice say before the lights flicked on.

“What, what why? Why would you handcuff me?” You questioned in complete shock then you remembered, you’re the jokers daughter of course they’re going to handcuff you.

“We weren’t sure if you would try to run.” The same voice said, which belonged to Bruce Wayne.

Bruce stood in front of you with Barbara who was holding a small silver key, presumably to the handcuff that had confined you to the metal bar.

Tim and Dick were on the floor holding there heads while Stephanie checked on both of them.

Damian was half way on the other side of the room where you kicked him and Jason was sitting up against the wall with his helmet on the floor, rubbing his chest and looking at the ceiling.

You felt your eyes go wide as the entire batfamily assembled in front of you holding there injuries. You looked at Jason was had a poker face on and looked back at you dead in the eyes.

“You know I’ll escape before you have the chance to take me to arkham, so why don’t you just knock me out now and it will be easier for both of us.” You said turning away from Jason and looking Bruce in the eye.

“What are you talking about?” Damian questioned in annoyance while rubbed his head.

“Oh come on, you just found the jokers daughter who has been under your nose for years, I suppose this is where you take me to Arkham to live out the rest of my days in a padded cell.” You said in a stiff tone and looked at everyone, who all just stared back at you.

“(Y/n) you’re family, we would never do that to you, we know you did what you did for good reasons.” Dick said and stepped forward to get a better look at you.

You laughed a little bit and covered your mouth with your wrist.

“You do realize that you’re all standing in a hospital in full costume just to drag me to arkham, I feel so honored.” You said in a dark tone and leaned against the wall with a bored expression, while your heart broke.

“For the last time (y/n) we aren’t taking you to arkham, the only reason we are mad is because you didn’t come back, we thought you were dead.” Stephanie said in a harsh tone. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Why didn’t you come back (y/n), we’re family, we’re there for each other through everything.” Tim said in a heart wrenching tone.

“I couldn’t face you guys, I couldn’t look you guys in the eyes knowing I lied to you guys for years and put innocent people in danger, I knew you wouldn’t look at me the way you did before, it wouldn’t be the same.” You said as you finally broke and a tear ran down your face. You looked to the floor, as they all looked at you, you didn’t want to see the hatred in there eyes.

“Leave.” You heard the most familiar voice say from the back of the room. The voice that sounded like home.

“What?” Dick said confused.

“Let us talk, Babs give me the key and leave.” He said and held his gloved hand out to her.

Barbara looked to Bruce. He nodded slowly and walked over to open the window where the bat-jet was waiting. Barbara handed over the key and looked at you one last time before she followed the rest of the batkids out of the window. You shut your eyes as the window closed and you absolutely dreaded this moment. You were alone with Jason, for the first time since he found out you were related to the guy who killed him.

“You’re right, we wouldn’t have seen you the same way ever again.” He said and looked at you with the same poker face he had all night. You cast your eyes to the floor as your heart fell into your stomach.

“We would have seen you so much better. You somehow have become the best most amazingly fantastic person, I have ever met and this only makes you more extraordinary. You have come from and been though so much shit in your life, yet you never fail to be kind and put others before yourself countless upon dozens of times.” He said as he got closer to you and cupped your face in his hands making you look up into his bright green eyes, he had a small smile on his face which made your heart inflate.

“You have made me fall utterly, blissfully, and truly in love with you, regardless if you’re the jokers daughter or not because to me you will always be (y/n) (y/l/n) the girl I have been madly in love with and the one I will always be in love with.” He said as he un-cuffed you and pulled you into a bear hug that lifted you off the ground.

“Oh Jason,I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have come back.” You said and sobbed into the crook of his neck. You held on tight to him, like he was the only thing keeping you on this earth.

“I though you died and I just, I didn’t know what to do (y/n), what could I have done?” He said as his voice cracked and you moved your head out of the crook of his neck and he put you back on the ground.

You reached up and wiped the tears out from under his eyes and gave him a small smile through your tears.

“Well I’m here now, so don’t think about, I’m here and I’m not going away for a long time. I love too much to leave again.” You said and caressed his face as he leaned down and kissed you so passionately, you thought you were going to fall down.

You could feel the emotions of the past 7 years flowing out in the kiss, all of the pain, the happiness and the laughter was all there. All of the built up compassion was released in that one blissfully perfect moment.

You leaned back down because sadly humans need to breath and leaned your head against Jason’s chest.

“Hey Jason.” You said timidly into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him his torso.

“Yeah babydoll?“ He asked softly and kissed the top of your head, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“I think I found my family.” You said softly and looked up at him with a smile as a sly grin spread over his face.

“You sure did baby, you sure did.” He said with a chuckle and leaned down to kiss you again.

Unbeknownst to you one roof top over the entire batfamily was cheering and clapping. You see, Jason had left his microphone on so they heard everything and Dick had won a bet against Tim and Damian.

The girls squealed as they saw you and Jason kissed while Damian just snarled at the scene but everyone knew he was happy.

Lastly Bruce smiles down at the two of you knowing he made one good thing happen in yours and Jason’s life.
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(2x17 spoilers)

So I know there have been theories of Trixie being important in some way, and the more I think about it the more it seems plausible (if not this season, the next one). It’s rather interesting to see how she interacts with people - she becomes Maze’s first friend when Maze is alone, constantly affirms to Lucifer that she adores him, lets Amenadiel know in their first interaction that he’s good. And, it makes sense that it’s not Chloe who’s special as the miracle, but that Trixie is, since she’s the child of both a miracle baby and a man who could somehow resist the pull of the blade. 

And what stood out to me on a rewatch of that scene with Amenadiel - one of the first few things she says to Amenadiel is that she likes his necklace. She’s the first one who ever brings attention to it (to the best of my memory), and lot and behold, his necklace is the final piece. It’s pretty cool to me that she immediately notices the piece; I’m interested in what other people’s thoughts on it are - if she has powers (or some intuition, or is important in some way), if it was just clever foreshadowing on the writers’ part, if she’s just a normal kid, etc. 

Live Streams and the Little Things (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by prettystucky

Pairing: Jealous!Tom Holland x Reader, Roommate!Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/N is doing a live stream late into the night with her best friend, Cole and while she is trying to leave the stream, fans are begging her to stay, even though Cole fell asleep already. And Tom sees this and gets a bit jealous of the fact that Cole fell asleep next to Y/N.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Another Cole and Tom fic requested by anonymous who said, “y/n is doing a live and her bf tom is watching and shes in her room when cole walks in and she says she is going to sleep but the comments are all staying to stay, she turns the camera to cole who was now sleeping on her lap and she says “cole is getting tired” and she then ends it and tom gets jealous that cole is in the same bed and facetimes her the morning after and she answers (cole slept on the same bed as her that night) and when tom calls he sees cole on the bed and gets mad? TQ”

Masterlist Request Any Of These


You sat on your bed and faced your camera with a smile as you told a funny story as requested in your comments.

“Okay, the funniest story I have is- hmm, I think when I got my tongue stuck to a pole while out with my boyfriend Tom and his friends.” You said with a light laugh as the memory came back to you.

You all stood around the telephone pole near the bar you just exited. To say that you were buzzed was an understatement.

“Y/N, I double dog dare you to like the pole.” Harrison taunted.

“Don’t dare my girlfriend to do stupid shit.” Tom argued.

“Thank you, baby. But it’s on, Osterfield. I accept your challenge.” You said.

You walked up to the pole and licked it, laughing until you realized your tongue was stuck to it. You tried to get it off but failed as the boys that surrounded you laughed.

Tom was the one to get a cup of warm water from the coffee shop across the street and get your tongue off of the pole, making sure you swore not to do it again.

You let out a final chuckle as you finished your story and moved to pick up your camera off the tripod.

A little ways away, Tom was laughing at the memory as well as he watched Cole walk into your room.

“Okay, you all, I really need to go to bed. I am going to fall asleep.” you said with a shy smile and turned the camera to look at Cole. “And now Cole’s here. Probably to tell me to get my ass in bed.”

“You’re damn right I am.” Cole said with a yawn.

You turned the camera to face you as you walked to your bed. “You hear that? It’s bedtime, my loves.”

Cole climbed onto the bed beside you as you read off comments asking you to stay. He rested his head in your lap as you let out a yawn.

“Come on, guys, I can’t stay awake anymore.” You whined as you looked down at Cole, to find him asleep before you made the camera look at him. “Cole is getting tired.”

Cole woke up a little and mumbled, not opening his eyes. “I’m trying really hard not to fall asleep.”

“Okay, we’re going to bed. Goodnight, my loves! We both love you, right, Cole?”

“Yeah, yeah. We love you.” He mumbled before you turned off the camera.

You pulled Cole off of you and pulled off the covers and crawled into bed, Cole crawling in beside you.

“Cole, go to your bed.” You whined, not really in the mood to argue with your roommate.

“No.” He groaned. “My room’s too far away and your bed is so warm.”

“Okay, fine. You can stay, but you better not kick me.”

“Deal.” Cole replied, a small smile on his lips. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Cole.”

You awoke to the sound of your phone ringing, the ringtone you had for Tom singing in your ear. You rolled over with a groan, trying not to wake up Cole as you answered the phone.

“Good morning, baby.” You said with a yawn and a smile.

“Good morning, love.” Tom smiled. “I saw your live stream last night.”

You sat up in bed as Cole rolled over, his head landing on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as you spoke.

“Really? Then you probably heard me talk a lot about you.”

“You also told the story about that outing with me and the guys.”

“I know. It’s the best story about my stupidity I have.” You said as Cole started to wake up with a groan.

“What was that?”

You turned the camera to face Cole. “It was Cole. Say hi, Cole.”

Cole looked up, his eyes partially open as he studied Tom, trying to figure out who he was before he spoke.

“Hey, Tom.” he smiled before looking up at you. “I’m gonna go get breakfast. You want anything?”

You shook your head as he got out of your bed. “Not now. Thanks, though.”

You watched as Cole got out of bed and left the room, turning the camera back around so that you could see Tom.

“What was Cole doing in your bed?” Tom asked.

“He fell asleep with me after we finished streaming. We stayed up a little talking and just fell asleep.”

“He could’ve just gone to his own bed.”

“He fell asleep. It’s fine. Nothing happened. It’s not a big deal.”

“But it is a big deal!” Tom exclaimed. “You’re my girlfriend, not his.”

“Oh my god, Tom, he’s my roommate. Do you know how many times we’ve fallen asleep together?” You argued. “We’ve fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you and you never said a damn thing when you got home.”

“That’s because it was the couch! The TV was on and you were on separate ends of it.” Tom said. “He was in your bed, not the couch. He was sleeping where I sleep.”

“What has gotten into you? You’ve never been so insecure.” You snapped. “Cole is not a threat to you. He’s like my brother, okay? And I mean that. We’ve been friends since grade school for God’s sake.”

“But what happens if you end up having feelings for him and not me?” Tom asked, his voice low and soft.

“That is not going to happen, okay? I love you, even if you’re being kind of a dick right now.” You said with a small smile.

“I just- goddammit, Y/N, you’re right.” Tom said, smacking his forehead. “You’re over there doing what you always do and I’m scared that you’ll find someone better.”

“I don’t need better because there is no better.”

“Trust me, you can find better.”

“Trust me, better is not with Cole. He may be a great guy, but he’s my best friend and I’m not fucking that up cause then I won’t have a place to stay.”

“You could always stay with me.” Tom offered.

“We share a place with Cole, remember?”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” Tom said before you two stayed silent for a moment. “Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.”

“It’s okay, Tom. I think I’d probably react the same way if I saw you ended up sleeping in the same bed as another girl.” You confessed.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah. It’s not because I don’t trust you, it’s because I wouldn’t trust who you were with.”

“But I can trust Cole. Damn, I’m an idiot.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You said with a grin. “You’re still coming home tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, I am. You’re still going to wait for me on the couch, right?”

“Of course I am.”

The wight - Enoch O’Connor (Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children)

Pairing: Peculiar!Fem!Reader x Enoch O’Connor

Warning(s): Adorable Enoch??? Protective Enoch????? A sad Miss Peregrine??????

A/N: I won’t be writing summaries no more because i suck at it. Anyway, the reader’s peculiarity is that she can see Hollowgasts just like Jacob. Also, i’ll write the flashback(s) like THIS.


“Excuse me” said Millard for the third time. All i heard was footsteps. Footsteps everywhere. We were packing our belongings, the wights could find our loop at any moment. I saw Enoch with a few jars full of organs, i smiled sadly at him. I always wanted to leave the loop, but not like this. Not because the Peculiars were in danger. I finally found the last thing i was searching for: my old pictures. I took one and looked at it. It was a picture of Enoch and Olive i took because i thought that we didn’t have enough pictures. I remember the day i took it like it was yesterday, but i knew the picture was really old.

“Stay still!” i glared at Olive as she kept playing with her gloves. She let out an annoyed sigh but listened to me and stood beside Enoch’s armchair.

“(Y/N), please tell us again, why do we have to pose for that stupid picture?” the boy said, clearly frustrated.

“Fine! You should’ve just said that you mind me making memories with my FRIENDS” i put the emphasis at the word ‘friends’ letting them know i’m disappointed.

“We’re not just friends, darling, and you know it” he stood up and walked over to me. I glanced at Olive, noticing her little smirk.

“I’ll be in the hallway” was all she said before she left the room. I looked at Enoch angrily before turning around and heading to the door. I was about to leave when i felt his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

“No, don’t go. Not yet” his voice was muffled as he hid his face in my hair. I let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m mad at you, O’Connor” i snapped turning my head slightly so i could see him. I registered the first hints of reddened cheeks and i couldn’t help but blush a little too. I tried to hide it, turning my head quickly.

“Too late, i saw it” he smirked and his lips found their way to my neck, pecking it softly. “Don’t be mad, please” he said through kisses. I groaned.

“God, why you’re so clingy today?” i asked trying to distract myself a little from the pleasure.

“Because i’m scared” he whispered. What? No, no, no, Enoch O’Connor won’t be scared or sad around me.

“Wait, why you’re scared?” i asked turning around so i was facing him, my anger disappearing completely.

“What if the wights come back? And the Hollowgasts?” he blurted out. My poor, little Peculiar…

“Oh, sweetheart, no one spotted any wights in a quite long time. And i didn’t saw any Hollowgasts either” i smiled at him, he looked so vulnerable right now. I took his hand in mine stroking it gently with my thumb.

“Are you sure?” i nodded reassuringly. He acted like a lost child and i found it adorable. “Let’s finally take the picture then” he breather out and sat down once again. I walked over to him and kissed him before calling Olive.

“Okay guys, just stay still while i’m taking the picture. One… Two…Three!” and then i snapped the picture.

“Show us, show us!” the girl squealed in excitement, jumping a little.

“Let’s show it to Miss Peregrine” i grinned and runned out of the room.

I smiled at the memory. I heard Miss Peregrine’s voice, telling us to come down. I felt something… Bizarre in my stomach. With the leather suitcase in my hand, i made my way down the stairs. I looked up and saw a man with sharp teeth and white eyes. A wight. He was holding Jacob. I pushed through the Peculiars, finding my way to the front.

“Children, for Jake’s safety, we are going to do what Mr. Barron asks. He wishes to take me with him…” that’s when i muted their voices. Miss Peregrine… Is leaving us? But… She can’t!

“You are sacrificing yourself and all of us… For Jake?” i somehow heard Enoch’s voice and i turned to face him. He noticed me and told me to come to his side. I wasn’t his dog to listen to him so I just shook my head and looked at the sight before me.

“Mr. Barron travels with a Hollow, Enoch. Once it arrives there, we’re all dead. ” the Bird explained, sending him a stern look.

“Enoch, only Jake can see them. She means he’s our only hope” Horace added.

“(Y/N) can see them too!” he raised his voice and i saw the regret in his eyes. He knew i was in danger now.

“Well, look at you, little girl. Aren’t you the prettiest little thing?” Mr. Barron said and suddenly, he relieved Jacob, grabbing me instead. I winced when the blade touched my throat. One wrong move, and i’m dead.

“No, no! Let her go, you bastard!” Enoch tried to attack the wight and Bronwyn caught him by his sleeve quickly.

“Just, go and hide. Please…” i heard my voice break and i closed my eyes. Where’s my confidence? Somewhere, drowned in fear of losing my loved ones. They finally understood that i could die at any moment right now because they made their way to the living room where Miss Avocet was hiding since the beginning.

“It’s been my privilege to care for you all. Goodbye, my children” she closed the door. They’re safe. “Now, let her go” Miss Peregrine said and he listened to her. That’s what i thought at least, until he cut my throat a little. He was playing with her. I let out a shaky breath. She gasped but kept her calm as she saw that i’m fine. “Promise me one thing, Jake, (Y/N). That you will try to look after them all” she breahed out. I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I promise” i responded before hugging her tightly. “I’m going to miss you, Miss P.” i whispered as more tears rolled down. She was crying too. Then i let go and she took a few steps back before turning into a bird and flying into the cage. Mr. Barron closed it right after, a devilish smile on his face. He took us by the shirts and threw us into the room. I stumbled and fall to the ground. Enoch was quick to react because he was beside me a second after. The wight waved at us, before turning around pretending to leave, then he faced us again with a ‘boo’ making the children gasp. He laughed and closed the door.

“It’s getting dark. You won’t even be able to see their shadows. We have to stay inside. It’s the only place we stand a chance” Jake said and we nodded.

“He’s quite right. Now, where does Miss Peregrine keep her weapon?” Miss Avocet asked and i was the one to respond. “In there. Let’s go” i was about to show them when Enoch stopped me.

“You’re bleeding” he noticed, touching the blood on my throat.

“It’s just a scratch” i joked trying to light up the mood. It’s something i do when i’m scared or anxious.

“Please, don’t do that again. I could’ve lost you” he said, pulling me to his chest. I inhaled his scent and listened to his heartbeat. I felt once again safe “I love you” he murmured before kissing my forehead.

“I love you too, Enoch”

My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”

“OK!”

Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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