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anonymous asked:

What would you like to say to your future wife ?

To the woman who likes to take her sweet time, 

I can’t wait to meet you. If I am with you, it is because you make me better. Because you are everything that I need and more. Because I want you to be the other half that raises our children; I want them to be just like you. You are my person. You are the one I want to wake up next to, tell about my day, sit next to at our children’s graduations - whether it be kindergarten or high school. The one I want to say “your turn” to when the baby is crying. Your hand is the only hand I want to hold. The one who’s shoulder I want to cry on and who I want standing next to me through life’s greatest moments. I promise to share the covers, no matter how much I like to steal them. I promise to be everything you need and to always show you just how lucky I am. I promise you my love, my respect, my support, my honesty, my ears, my shoulder. I know you are going to make me into the woman I was made to be. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for loving me. My heart aches for someone I’ve possibly never met. Thank you for teaching me love - a love that I feared I was incapable of or was never going to get. I am already so in love with you. 

See you at the end of the aisle. 

Self Conclusion (Chapter Three)

Self Conclusion (Chapter One)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Two)

“Jughead, please!” Betty pleaded, racing down the stairs after him.

He was struggling to pull on his flannel over the shirt he had borrowed from Betty. “Fuck you! To think, I was going to open up to you! I should’ve known,” Jughead spat as he reached the bottom of the staircase. He tucked his pants and t-shirt under his arm.

“Jughead, I know how it sounded. I swear, I wasn’t talking about you,” Betty’s chin quivered.

“I was stupid enough to believe you once,” Jughead said quietly. He slipped on his shoes quickly.“See ya,” He said, opening the front door.

“Jughead,” Betty begged. Tears threatened to spill over. “We were talking about Archie, I swear. I promise!” Her voice cracked. “Please don’t go.”

Jughead stopped in his tracks, letting the door close towards him as he hesitated in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t talk about you that way,” Betty said quietly. “This isn’t a joke to me.”

Jughead turned slowly towards her. “Why would you say Archie’s pathetic?”

Betty chewed her lip. “He tried to ask out all three Pussycat’s one after another after Veronica turned him down. He tried to make it out like she was the one who was doing - well,” Betty sighed. “Anyway, that’s the gist of it. I’m sorry you overheard that. Please come upstairs, we can talk some more.”

Jughead wordlessly closed the door and slipped off his shoes, following Betty up the stairs.

Betty sat on her bed as Jughead lingered in the doorway.

“Do you… want to keep asking questions? Since we didn’t finish?”

Jughead laughed coldly. “Alright, sure, blondie. Tell me, why do you want to fix me so badly?” Clearly, his walls were back up.

“I don’t want to fix you, Jughead, you’re not broken. I just don’t want you to kill yourself.”

“Well, you’ve got forty-five and a half hours to change my mind. Tick-tock.” He stepped out of the doorway and crossed his legs, plopping himself on the floor.

“My question?”

Jughead raised an eyebrow.

“Why did you stop talking to me?”

“What are you talking about?” Jughead asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“In seventh grade. You just stopped talking to me and Kevin and Midge and you barely talked to Archie. Your Dad lost the house and you moved to the trailer park and Archie had to force you to talk to him. And when we tried to talk to you, you just - you refused.”

“I didn’t refuse, I-”

“You pushed us all away, Jughead!”

“I was twelve years old and my family was falling apart and we lost our house and moved into a trailer park. Plus, I was trying to help take care of Jellybean - it was all I could do to get up and go to school and do my homework, I - I couldn’t deal with trying to explain everything to my friends.” Jughead said angrily.

Betty nodded slowly.  "Okay,“ She murmured.

“So why does the perfect girl next door want to kill herself?”

Betty blanched at his question.

“Well? You said no question off limits, right?”

“I’m not perfect. Don’t call me perfect.” Betty curled her fingers towards her palms, making tight fists.

“That’s not an answer,” Jughead murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

“My sister’s pregnant, in high school, and the father of that baby has been murdered. My dad hardly ever comes home at night anymore. I confessed my feelings to someone who didn’t feel the same way, and while that is all well and good, he is now trying to date my other best friend. I feel like I’m trying to hold my family together. Half the people I know think of me as perfect so I can’t do anything wrong.”

 Betty took a deep breath. “And the other half bully me - Cheryl Blossom told me I was too fat to join cheer-leading last year, Reggie Mantle asked if I was going to join the ranks of my sister and get pregnant in high school, random people I don’t even know call our family crazy. There is so much shit going on in my head I can’t take it. I don’t even know when the last time is that I had a good day. So, no reason to stay is a good reason to go, right?”

“Won’t you miss milkshakes and french fries and sunrises?” Jughead asked sarcastically, using Betty’s reasoning against her.

“Yeah,” Betty said, her voice thick with emotion. She took another deep breath, trying to suppress the feeling that she was about to cry. “You know, for me, it’s more like this overwhelming feeling like I’m at a party where I don’t know anybody, and I’m exhausted and bored and all I want to do is go home.” A tear slipped down Betty’s face.

She flicked it away. “Anyway. My turn - what’s one thing you’ve never told anyone?”

“I’m homeless,” Jughead murmured.

“What?” Betty asked incredulously.

“Well, I was homeless. My mom left with Jellybean a year or so ago and my dad started drinking more heavily and lost his job with Fred, and eventually I got tired of his shit. So I slept at the Drive-In. But, as you know,”  Jughead rolled his eyes. “The Drive-In got shut down. So I slept at school for a bit. A few weeks ago I moved back in with my dad, I didn’t have any other choice. I’ve been there since he got arrested, but who knows how long I have til they realize I’m alone…”

“I-I’m really sorry Jughead.”

He shrugged.

“Your turn,” Betty prompted quietly.

“Same question,” Jughead murmured, finally tearing his eyes away from the ceiling to look at her.

Betty didn’t say a word, just uncurled her fists and showed Jughead what she had done.

Jughead slowly reached towards her upturned palms. He dropped his hands without touching her.

“I can relate.”

“Yeah?” Betty said quietly.

Jughead rolled his long flannel sleeve up towards his elbow. An angry looking red mark was on his forearm. Another one, less fresh but just as painful-looking marked his wrist. “When my dad gets drunk, he gets angry. He takes it out on me a lot.”

Betty touched them gently. “Jughead,” Betty breathed.

Jughead pulled his arm away.

“I’m sorry,” She murmured.

Jughead shook his head. “’S okay. There’s lots more where they came from,” He chuckled humorlessly. He stood up and pulled the t-shirt up so she could see the burns on his stomach and chest. Some were half-moon shapes, some were full circles, some big and some small.

“What are they from?”

“Cigarettes and cigars. The half circles are from when he threw them and they didn’t quite make their mark.” He let the shirt fall back in place.

“Okay,” Betty said, standing up. “Why don’t we stop the questions for a while? I could make a late dinner? Or order a pizza.”

“Pizza sounds good.”

“What do you like on your pizza?”

“Anything except pineapple.”

“I thought you ate anything?” Betty cocked an eyebrow.

“I’d eat it, sure, but that doesn’t mean I like it.” Jughead smirked.

“So what would you like on the pizza?”

“Pepperoni, green olives, onions and mushrooms is my favorite, but most people don’t like ol-”

“No mushrooms and I’m sold.” Betty smiled.

“Deal,” Jughead murmured.

Jughead took the last bite of his crust and rubbed his stomach. “That was amazing. What now?”

“I have an idea,” Betty smiled. “We both pick one of our favorite movies that we don’t think the other has ever seen. What do you think?”

Jughead nodded. “Okay. Let me think.” He crossed his legs. “Have you ever seen Murder by Death?”

Betty smirked. “No, I’ve never even heard of it.”

“That’s my pick.”

“Have you ever seen An Affair to Remember?”

Jughead smiled. “I have, I love that movie.”

“You do not,” Betty laughed.

“I do! I have a soft spot for old romantic movies.”

“Okay, what about The Notebook?”

“Oh, no, no, I said old romantic movies. Not this new wave of  Nicholas Sparks rom-com bullshit.”

“So, you’ve never seen it?”


“Then that’s my pick.”

Jughead groaned.

The two of them were on Betty’s bed, the only light in the room the glow from the TV. The end credits rolling for Murder by Death.

“What did you think?” Jughead asked, straightening his legs, stretching.

“It was really, really good actually. I love Alec Guinness. I didn’t really understand the end, though.” Betty admitted.

Jughead explained it, his whole face beaming.

“I’ll have to watch it again,” Betty laughed.

“We could watch it instead of The Notebook,” Jughead laughed, cocking his eyebrow.

“No way,” Betty smiled, scooting off the bed to put her well-used DVD into the machine.

By the time Allie and Noah were lying together in the street, Jughead was hooked. There was a smile playing on his lips.

Betty leaned back against her pillow, next to Jughead. Her eyelids felt heavy.

Jughead felt the warmth of her body against him, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen - as much as he was going to hate to admit it, he was really into the movie - plus, her bed was small, not much space for her to move without touching him.

As the end credits rolled, Jughead had to bite his lip to keep the tears from slipping out.

“Wow, okay, I was wrong. That was good.” Jughead stared at the screen in front of him. “What, no ‘I told you so’?” Jughead looked down at the tiny body next to him.

Betty was fast asleep, her head resting against his shoulder, even breaths making her shoulders rise and fall. She had a fistful of his shirt.

“Oh,” Jughead breathed. He  couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked.

He carefully, slowly, reached for the remote for the TV and turned it off, leaving them in complete darkness. He rested his head gently  against hers, not wanting to wake her.

His heart was hammering in his chest, making it impossible for him to fall asleep. After a moment, he felt her stir, her hand reaching out against his abdomen to pull him closer to her. Her fingers lingered on his side as her breathing returned to the rhythmic pace it had been a moment ago.

Jughead felt all the feelings he had tried to pacify for years racing back up to the surface.

I Wouldn’t Do That

Request: an archie one shot where the reader and archie are dating for 6 months or something, but she thinks he’s cheating on her with veronica. she’s always been in the group, and in the start she likes ronnie, but when she notices some things and people starts talking about veronica and archie she gets anxious. BUT THEY AREN’T CHEATING thank you

a/n; I feel like Archie is that super caring boyfriend, but at the same time he could have a temper about certain things?

Word Count: 830

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

The day felt like it was never going to end as I was surrounded by people carelessly talking about my boyfriend being in a closet with Veronica Lodge. We used to pretty close considering she just moved here, but I’m starting to doubt that now, factoring in the rumors going around. I’m trying to give Archie the benefit of the doubt here, but it’s difficult because he’s been distant lately, which only strengthens the doubt in my mind. 

“Hey, Juggie.” I teased when he came up next to me, his dark eyebrows shot up. “Why so glum?” His monotone voice rang through my ears as I saw Archie talking with Veronica and Betty. I looked down at my shoes, watching the dingy white laces shake with every step I took. “Ask the red head.” Is all I said, veering off towards the girls bathroom, the door swung shut behind me, echoing through the empty stalls. I glanced in the mirror, not recognizing myself through all the pain expressed on my face, how has he not noticed?

“Y/N?” Betty asked, sticking her head in, our eyes met in the mirror. I closed mine instantly, trying to force back the tears, except they didn’t go back, they came out. “What happened?” She rushed over, placing a hand on my shoulder, “did you and Archie have a fight?” Her tone was gentle as I looked up at her. A new line of tears forming at the mention of his name, my head shook at the same time that my shoulders shrugged. 

Hesitantly Betty opened her mouth to say something, “he sent me in here to get you, he’s worried about you. Jug told him something, I just don’t know what it was.” She spoke softly, in her typical Betty Cooper fashion. “Veronica–she went in the closet with Archie at Cheryl’s. How do I know they didn’t do anything? Everyone says they did.” I cried out, lightly tugging on the roots of my hair. Betty shook her head, “they didn’t do anything.” She tried to explain, but I just wouldn’t have it. “I need to hear that from Archie, and he needs to mean it. Otherwise I think I’ll go insane, Betty.” I tried to be polite, but my voice came out harsher than I intended, she understood though, she didn’t seem angry with me, which was a relief. 

“Y/N?” Archie breathed out as I walked by with Betty, I saw her give him a look out of the corner of my eyes as we continued out of the school. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Archie sounded upset as he followed us through the front lawn of the high school, I couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, knowing the look that was most likely on his face, I could hear it in his voice, he’s worried, hurt, anything and everything that goes with having your love upset. 

“You can go, Betty.” I breathed out, once we were a fair distance from the school, much closer to Pop’s now. “I wanna talk to him.” I assured her, knowing he could hear me, since he wasn’t very subtle with his techniques in following us. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Archie practically ran over to me once Betty was gone. He reached out to touch me, knowing how easily he is able to comfort me, but not this time. I stepped out of his reach, finally meeting his eyes, which looked just as pained as I was, just from the sight of me, tear stains dried on my cheeks, without a doubt the tip of my nose was red from wiping at it so much. My eyes felt dry and puffy now, most likely looking that way too. 

“What happened at Cheryl’s party?” I asked, not moving my eyes from him, his protective demeanor faltered at my words, “that’s what this is about?” He sounded a little surprised. “Did you kiss her, just like everyone is saying?” I paused, not being able to keep the words from tumbling out of my mouth, “do you even love me, arch? Because you haven’t seemed to care much about me until Jughead pointed it out to you.” I explained, dreading his answer. Instantly I could tell his protectiveness over my emotions was back. 

“Of course I love you, Y/N. I wouldn’t do that to you, never, nothing happened between Veronica and I.” He stepped closer to me, I didn’t back away this time. “I was too afraid to face you after everyone had started to say those things, but when Jug told me how upset you were, I couldn’t stand not being with you.” He hesitantly cupped my cheek, the tips of his fingers touching my hair. “I’m sorry.” I breathed out, leaning forward, my forehead resting against his chest, my figure slightly slouched. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He assured me, moving his hand so his arms could both wrap around me, holding me tightly against him. 

Another Produce 101 PSA

Listen up nugget heads: Looking over the profiles shows me that a good chunk of these trainees are born in 2001/2002/2003. This means that they are still babies. Okay not literal babies but it means that they are 16/15/14 years old. They are in high school or middle school. IF YOU SEXUALIZE THESE PURE INNOCENT CHILDREN, THE UNIVERSE WILL OBLITERATE YOU (and i will help it). Go ahead an appreciate their talent, their singing and dancing ability. Giggle when they do something ridiculous. But for the love of everything good left in this world DO NOT SEXUALIZE THEM

Thank you and have a nice day.


word count: 1888

author: sparklingmendes

a/n: in this imagne, they are both 24

When a knock sounded from the front door of my apartment, I shuddered. I knew that in the other side, was my boyfriend of just one month, Shawn. I had texted him saying that I wanted to talk, actually wanting to discuss something major about our relationship.

Before I met Shawn, I was with a guy named Tyler. We had been together since high school, our relationship ending abruptly two years ago. I had found out I was pregnant, the shocking discovery not planned whatsoever. We were young, being pregnant the absolute last thing on our minds. He wasn’t ready, everything being too much for him; and he left.

Packing one bag and leaving.

Never coming back.

I was heartbroken, but aborting the baby was something that I wasn’t going to do. My parents supported me the whole time, offering me their spare room to become my own. I continued out my education to become a paramedic and found a condo apartment perfect for me and the baby.

Then I delivered her.

Avalon Renee.

It was then that I fell in love all over again. Age then became my last concern, my worries and fears about being judged disappearing. When we moved into the apartment, everything fell into place from there.

Never did I think I would find another man who would love me as much as Tyler did, yet Shawn had proven that wrong by loving me more in one month then Tyler ever did. Now, two years later, I am falling deeper in love with him and my daughter each day.

He didn’t know about Avalon, though, and I was finally introducing them. I was not forcing him into parenthood, but my daughter is the most important person in my life.

I want the best for her.

I didn’t want to be judged by Shawn, nor did I want him to leave, I know I am a young mother, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Avalon was napping right now, and I planned on bringing him up to see her after explaining things.

I let out a shaky sigh, standing up from the couch and moving towards the door. Upon resting my hand against the door knob, I let out a final sigh and  swung open the door.

Instantly, I was met with Shawn’s soft brown eyes and his perfect smile. I smiled too, the sight in front of me being impossible to look at without cracking a grin. He opened his arms, and I walked into them. Burying my head in the crook of his neck, I breathed in the scent of his cologne, “Hey.”

“Hey honey.” His words caused mu heart to swell, “You wanted me to come over?”

“Yeah,” I pulled away from him, “Come in.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and slipping off his shoes.

“We can sit,” I gestured towards the living room.

“Okay,” he smiled.

We walked in and sat on the couch where I once was, his hand instantly being tangled in mine.

“Is everything okay?” You hand is clammy,” Shawn laughed softly, his words reminding me of how nervous I was to talk about this.

“I just want to talk,” I said, not knowing where to start.

“Okay,” he said again.

“So,” I breathed, “Before we started dating, I was with a guy named Tyler.”

I seen Shawn gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He nodded, urging me to continue.

“We had been together since high school. I thought he was the guy that I would spend the rest of my life with, the guy I would marry, even; until he left me,” I said, “It was so sudden, and he barely had time to pack a bag and he was gone.”

A frown pulled at Shawn’s lips, “I’m sorry.”

“The reason why he left, though, is what I have been keeping from you,” I said, “Because I don’t want you to leave me too.”

Shawn’s hand slipped from mine, his eyes softening with worry. I held my  hands in my lap, not able to meet his gaze anymore. He remained silent, a million thoughts probably racing through his head.

“Why did he leave you?” he asked after a minute, trying to gather himself.

“He left me because he found out he wasn’t to be a father,” I said, looking up towards him.

Shawn remained quiet, his eyes wide as his mouth feel agape. His hand slowly found mine again, “A-a father? So you’re a-“

“I’m a mother,” I finished his sentence, biting my lip softly. “I know I’m young and that you are probably feeling conflicted and confused. I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, I just wasn’t ready.”

His eyes examined my face, his fingers playing with mine.

“Please,” I whispered, “Please say something.”

“I don’t know what to say.” He said quietly, “Wow.”

“I’m not forcing you to parent her-“

“It’s a girl?” Shawn cut me off.

“Yeah,” I smiled softly, “Her name is Avalon.”

“Avalon,” he repeated, “How old is she?”

His curiosity to learn more about Avalon made me happy, as this was a good sign rather then a bad one.

“She’s only two,” I said.

“You should have told me sooner, you shouldn’t have been afraid

“She’s only two,” I said.

“You should have told me sooner, you shouldn’t have been afraid.”

“Shawn,” I laughed sadly, “I was pregnant at the age of twenty two and alone, except from my parent who went above and beyond to take care of us. I am young and I have a daughter, it’s scary at times.”

“You shouldn’t have to feel scared,” Shawn said, sliding closer to me.

“I get judged, people stare,”  I say, buring my head against his chest ad his arms wrapped around me.

“How could I have not known? When we would never come to your place, always going out or coming to mine. I had no idea,” Shawn said, “So Tyler isn’t in her life?”

“He wanted nothing to do with her,” I said sadly, “Whenever a date would come up, Mom and Dad would take her. I was so scared to tell you, I felt like it would change everything.”

“It won’t” Shawn kissed the top of my head as I pulled away to meet his gaze.

“Would you like to meet her?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Shawn nodded, “I really would.”

We stood up and I took his hand in mine, my trembling fingers coming to a still as Shawn’s closed around the,. I led his upstairs and we stopped at a closed wooden door. Quietly, I pushed it open and gestured Shawn in. I turned on the dim lamp on her dresser, stepping towards where she slept in her crib. Her small body was covered by a pink blanket and she clutched a small bear under her arm.

Shawn stayed back, waiting until I held her in my arms to step towards me.

I turned to him, rocking her in my arms softly. Shawn’s eyes landed on her, and his smile grew, “Shawn, this is Avalon.”

“She’s small,” Shawn whispered, “She’s so small.”

“She was born early, so they had to keep her in the hospital until she was healthy enough to come home with me,” I said, feeling her squirm in my arms.

Shawn never took his eyes off of her, almost fascinated with the sight in front of him, “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, gently placing Avalon in his arms.

Shawn laughed quietly, “She’s waking up.” Casting my gaze downwards, I was met with her sleepy hazel eyes. Her small mouth was agape and her wide eyes looked up at Shawn, confused as to who he was.

Reaching a small arm forward, she touched his chin. I smiled at the sight, watching as she continued to stare up at him.

“I think she liked you,” I said quietly.

Shawn laughs, “I hope she does.”

I looked at him, “Shawn?”

“Mm,” he mumbled, still lost in the sight of the child in his arms.

“This won’t change us?” I was unsure, as we have only been together for one month.

Before he could answer, she was grasping his thumb in her hand; soon after stuffing it in her mouth. I laughed, “Sorry, she’s teething. She chews on everything she can get her hands on, including your fingers I guess.” Shawn merely said merely said, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“She has your eyes,” Shawn said, dodging my question, “Your beautiful eyes.”

“Shawn,” I said quietly, watching as Avalon’s eyes started to fall.

“What-“ he looked down, cutting himself off upon seeing her fall asleep; still holding his fingers finger in her tiny hand.

“She’s so sweet, my god,” Shawn sighed, bouncing ever so slightly.

“Like I said earlier, I’m nit forcing you to drop everything and become her father; or even parent her,” I said, watching as he bent over and put her back in her crib. He covered her with the blanket and took one last glance at her before standing up straight.

“I will her like she’s my own,” Shawn said, his arms wrapping around my waist as he closed the space between us.


“The only thing that will change about us is that I will give half my love for you, to her,” Shawn said, “We are in this together. I’m not going to let you do this lone, or let Avalon not have a father figure.”

I felt tears burn behind my eyes and I smile, “I love you Shawn,”

“I love you too,” he said, leaning in and placing his lips on mine.

As days passed, Shawn came over day after day and spent time with Avalon and I. She quickly grew attached to him, squealing in delight whenever she sees him walk in the room. Seeing her that happy warms my heart, as Shawn really did treat her like she was his own.

On our three month anniversary, we spent the day with Avalon at home. Shawn was sitting on the floor, making funny noises and bouncing Avalon on his lap. She giggled, pausing and squealing again every time he bounced her. She continued to giggle, until she let out a tiny gasping noise and shoved her fingers in her mouth.

I grabbed her teether and handed it to her, gently taking her fingers from her mouth, “D-daddy.”

I paused looking down at Shawn who stopped bouncing he immediately, “What?” He quickly looked up at me, his eyes wide. I got off the couch and sat beside him, “Shawn!  S-she just said ‘Daddy’.”

“What did you say sweetheart?” I asked, scooping her into my arms and kissing her head.

She tried again, almost getting the word about before incoherent mumbled and splutters. I smiled, kissing her head again. Shawn’s arm slipped around my waist, his lips pressing against my temple, “This is amazing.”

“She just said her first word, Shawn,” I leaned my head against his shoulder as she crawled off my lap and towards her toys.

“God, I love her so much already,” Shawn said, watching her contently as she played absentmindedly.

“I love our little family,” I looked up at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Shawn said, “I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

“Sam Winchester’s gay! He loves boys!”

All day, the incessant teasing rang out in his ears. High school sucked in every state, but this one was especially bad. Boys picked on him in the halls, pulled his hair in chemistry, and tripped him on the walk home.

Once he entered the motel though, everything felt much better, and safer too. Dean was laying in bed, hand in a bowl of popcorn.
“Been waitin’ on you, Baby Brother.”
“De?“ His voice was quiet as he toed out of his boots. “Everyone makes fun of me for liking boys.” The kid pouted and couldn’t help but rub tears from his eyes as he crawled under the covers to join his brother.

“Yeah, Sammy? Well at least you like me. I’ll put a fist through their teeth.”

Sam beamed the rest of the night, and with confidence, walked down the hallway the next day.

This is based off a session of headcannoning (That’s not a word, but it should be) with @nayavelazquez. It’s ridiculous and not that well written tbh, but I hope you like it, love. I know I promised this to you months ago and look! I finally wrote it! Again I wish you a very happy birthday <3
This is basically just Solangelo fighting over Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics because nobody can convince me they do not have midnight dance parties and Bohemian rhapsody is the best song to do that to so. Enjoy!

Anyway the wind blows

No, William.’

Yes, Nico.’

‘You weren’t even alive when that song was popular!’

‘As if you were listening to music then?’

‘It was a casino. There was a radio. They played music, thank you very much.’

Will Solace and Nico di Angelo’s voices were filling the quiet that normally engulfed Camp Half-Blood at night. They were probably the only ones awake and had been for a while. At three in the morning, everyone was in bed and if it was known that Will Solace was in the Habes cabin at this hour, it probably wouldn’t end well. Not only did the rule that no two campers of opposite gender were allowed to be alone change so that Nico and Will weren’t allowed either, (Not that that rule was taken seriously; it was probably the one rule that got broken the most.) more important was the fact that it was at night. Two teenage, hormonal boys alone with their boyfriend at night? Some shocking, inappropriate things were bound to happen!

Well… a lot of things did happen, but maybe not necessarily what you’d expect. The two boys had been engaged in an intense lip-sync battle, that quickly escalated to them simply singing at the top of their lungs and dancing around the cabin; the one dance move more ridiculous than the previous one.

Will had an old mp-3 that didn’t give off any signals to monsters and he had every single popular song on it. From All you need is love to Baby to I can’t help falling in love to High School Musical to Money, Money, Money to Bohemian Rhapsody. Nico, surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, knew most of the older ones. Will saw it as his personal duty to educate Nico on modern pop culture and he took that very seriously.

At the moment the music was drowned out by their arguing, though. When Bohemian Rhapsody had come on, everything had gone downhill.

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Word count: 1002

Y/N sat down on her bed throwing her shoes off. Another day of school had come to an end. Finally, Friday. She laid back and looked at the ceiling thinking.
“So today was pretty chill..thank God. Jake didn’t show up so I guess I was lucky. I just don’t understand why he hates me. No matter who I talk to they all describe him as a good and sweet guy..But when it comes to me he’s always so cruel, he just loves to see me suffer..He’s made my life a living hell.. And my mom, why doesn’t she like me? Why does she always tells me that I am a mistake? Maybe both her and Jake are right..Maybe it’s all my fault..”
She broke down, hiding her face into the pillows,she let her tears run free. It broke his heart seeing her like that. He wanted to go down there and talk to her, hug her..let her know he was there. He actually listened to everything she ever said to him.. But he couldn’t..It was against the rules. He couldn’t reveal himself.. After all his job was to protect her, like a father would, not to fall for her. But, he couldn’t deny his feelings..How he felt. He knew it was wrong, But He couldn’t stop them..He didn’t want to. After what seemed like forever Y/N had finally calmed down. The clocked striked 6 meaning, her mother would be here any minute now. Shit. She heard the door unlock and made her way downstairs. The sight was terrible, but not anything new. Her drunken mother stumbled inside,a beer bottle being held loosely in her left hand. She looked at Y/N before passing out on the couch. Y/N sighed loudly and grabbed a blanket to cover her mother. No matter how much she hated this side of her mother, she didn’t despise her as a whole. You know, she wasn’t always like but that when her dad died she changed. She started drinking and hitting Y/N.
“You’re the one to blame”
“Why do you look so much like him?”
The only things her mother would say to Y/N. They hurt. At first she didn’t let them bother her, but after a while they got to Her. But that’s when she found a best friend. She didn’t know his name, or who he was, but she knew he was there. She knew he listened to her. The one person she could trust and tell everything to. Her imaginary friend..Or was he real?
Five years have passed since that day. Y/N was now an adult and had her own job. It wasn’t anything special, she was just a waitress, but she could afford having an apartment of her own and that’s what really mattered. It was a Sunday morning and she was cleaning up her attic. Useless pieces of paper, broken necklaces, nothing special really. As she filled the third garbage bag though, her eyes fell into a white envelope.
‘Weird’ she thought to herself and curiously took over her. She opened it. A letter? She eyes scanned the tidy and beautiful handwriting as she begun to read.
“My dear Y/N,
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this and I, don’t exactly know where to place this letter but I hope one day you find it. I hope you still remember me, your friend. The one you told everything to. I remember the first time you realised I was there, with you. I’m sure you don’t even remember it. You were only two years old, such a beautiful baby girl that grew up to be such a beautiful young lady. You had thrown your doll out of your crib and I couldn’t help but give it back to you. I didn’t know how, but you had seen me. You shot me that beautiful smile of yours. Growing up, that smile seemed to be fading and ever since you entered high school you were not yourself anymore. Remember that jerk Jake? How he made you suffer? You don’t know how much I wanted to go and punch him for hurting you..but I couldn’t. It was against the rules. Whenever your mother came to the house drunk and hit you, oh how much I wanted to make her pay for what she did, but again, it was against the rules. I remember that time when you where 16, you were at your worst. Crying, having a complete break down yelling at me to show myself or to leave you alone. You told me I was making you go crazy, that you hated me. Later that night though, you whispered that you were sorry, so quietly yet, I heard it. You begged me to come there, but after a while stopped thinking I was gone. The truth is I was there all night, standing in the corner of your room watching you sleep. You don’t know how badly I wanted to come there and talk to you but I couldn’t. It was against the rules. That day I realised it was better I left, you can do so much better without me. Don’t worry, I’ll visit you once in a while, making sure you are ok. It’s my job after all.

Lot’s of love,
Your guardian angel Min Yoongi.”

Y/N was wide eyed. All the memories came back to her. All those things she had been trying to push away for so long, she could fully remember now. She remembered him. Min Yoongi? She runned and grabed her laptop. She had to find out who that guy was. After hours and hours of researching she came across an old newspaper article that read:

“May 23 2009

The 23 year old male was found dead today at his and his father’s apartment. He was fatally killed by his abusive alcoholic father. His name is said to be… Min Yoongi”

She looked for the address of the boy’s house and to her surprise she found out that, that’s…where she used to live.

The Boy With The Beautiful Blue Eyes {Phan}

read it on ao3: [x]

Relationship: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Word Count: 2200+
Summary: “Dan never saw eyes so blue or so beautiful. They were more captivating than anyone else’s and Dan felt like he was both drowning and floating in them.”

in which Dan falls head over heels for an artist with amazing eyes

Dan Howell had it all. He was the king of his high school, captain of the rugby team and dating the head cheerleader. He was a cardboard cutout of every perfect jock in a cheesy teen movie. He was the one that the nerdy girl-turned hot would fall head over heels for.

He had everything he could want and he knew it. He and his two best friends, PJ and Chris, had the perfect high school careers. No one could take them down.

That’s what Dan believed, anyways.

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Okay so I spend so much time reading One Direction fanfic that I feel the need to organize all my best readings in this post and let here for reference. This probably will be so f*cking long cause I read most of the ships. So here we go.

Honorable Mentions: 

I’ll update this post later to add more I’m tired now LMAO

Okay. so i was listening to Ed Sheeran’s new album and DIVE is just a perfect Keith song to/about Lance. like it so Klance its uncanny.

Maybe I came on too strong
Maybe I waited too long
Maybe I played my cards wrong
Oh just a little bit wrong
Baby I apologise for it

Keith waited too long to confess his feelings to Lance and just with everything in his life turning out shit. he didn’t want to damage the one thing he has right in his life. Lance’s friendship. so he bottled it all up (i’d like to thinl that he bottled it up till he couldn’t anymore and just bursts).

I could live, I could die
Hanging on the words you say

Lance’s overconfident nature and all those pick up lines he uses on alien girls. They tend to always get stuck in Keith’s mind, giving him the endless torment of the possibility of other realities where those terrible lines are used on him instead.

I’ve been known to give my all
And jumping in harder than
10,000 rocks on the lake

Reserved people tend to be the most passionate about their interests… i have seen this first hand. so when Keith developed feeling for Lance. it wasn’t a silly high school crush. he noticed everything, every single habit/trait/flaw, that made that made Lance… Lance. and fell in love with all of them.

So don’t call me baby
Unless you mean it
Don’t tell me you need me
If you don’t believe it

Imagine Lance using those silly lines, not the pickup line, no the silly “I did it Baby!!” jokes to Keith. Something he normally says to Hunk, as his best friend. and obviously with how innocent it seems. it really hits Keith. And just crushes his heart and devastates him. But Keith keeps a poker face and rolls his eyes.

You’re a mystery
I have travelled the world
And there’s no other girl like you, no one

I think we all know by now how alone Keith was most of his life. so he has no experience with people and their feelings and their mindsets and that just fascinates Keith tremendously. he has passed foster care to foster care and never has he found someone so real in his life.

What’s your history?
Do you have a tendency to lead some people on?

Lance’s overconfidence could be taken as experienced? Keith probably wonders if all these pick up lines and constant flirting were due to experience Lance possibly had back on eart. Something Keith clearly lacks.


okay so i had a few thoughts and i shared them. Hope you enjoyed (plus this is the first time i write something this long for the purpose of being shared, i usually keep them to myself) anyways sorry if its lame :)

Kacchako 05: “I took a pregnancy test”

Genre: Drabble/Fluff/Family

Pairing: Bakugou x Uraraka

Rating: [T for language]

Word Count: 1532 words

Drabble Prompt: #16: “I took a pregnancy test”

Author’s Notes: For the anon who requested prompts 19, 16, 18, 13, 10, 8, 4, 3, and 2 for kacchako. I’m so sorry I’m so slow! But I guess…6 more to go? Also another anon requested #16 so this is for both of you!

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geeko-sapiens  asked:

holy shit you have a crow? what's his name? how did you tame him? what does he eat?

I don’t have him any more. I gave him to animal services because I was in high school and didn’t have time to give him everything he needed.
My brothers found him with a broken toe in the park and I fixed him up and raised him for a while. He’s probably free now, but crows do remember faces for 5-6 years so if he saw me I bet he would remember me. :’) He ate various meats and fruits with Baby Raptor vitamins and stuff and his name was “R” because when he saw me he’d cry “Arrh Aarrhh!” ♡

anonymous asked:

I'm so fucking sad and aggravated with my life I feel like i can't get out of this. I need to get a job I'm going to be 20 this year and I'm in college but my fucking depression won't leave me alone long enough. I haven't left my house or seen the only friend I ended high school with for a week and it's driving me insane and I've looked up medication for this but everything has bad side effects and heaven knows I can't deal with bad weight gain anyway sorry I just needed to rant

The thing is everyone struggles with something in silence.
Therefore you are not alone. It’s okay to let it out once in a while.
Try to take baby steps.
Depression is hard to fight but there are ways to improve your mood.
When was the last time you read a book that you loved? What’s your favourite band/artist?
Try and take a hot bath. Add cute flavours to it (it seems cheesy but it calms you down)
If you want you can drink plant tea or take some plant extract pills. Those are better.
If you’re in college I guess it’s time for you to try and make new friends. Connections are hard to build but sometimes having positive people around that support you helps. Hugs are great. You deserve to be loved.
I hope you’ll find the strength within yourself to get better.

Jungkook Scenario: Full Of Regret.

Request: Hola to you two I wonder if this is OK with you a story where jk regret. Being a young dad(17) and how he wishes he never met his son Mom one day she hear it

Genre: Angst / Drama.

Jungkook looked down at his six months old son, he was peacefully sleeping in his crib, carefully wrapped in his blankets, his little head in just the right angle as Jungkook had learned in one of the parenting books his mother had given him. 

The child looked a lot like him, even at such young age Jungkook and everyone who saw him could tell, every person that met his son never failed to tell him how much he resembled him, how much their noses were alike or how their eyes were the same shape.

Jungkook felt proud of it and he always smiled thanking the person as they said such comments as compliments, you on the other hand always said how he would change when growing up, how Junho would be just like you when his features started to grow. It was a little fight between you two, that if he had to be honest, it tired him, it made him feel as if you didn’t want the kid to look like him.

The bell rang, making him run to the door to open it quickly to not wake Junho up. It was his best friend, Taehyung had been after him for some time but Jungkook hadn’t had the time for friends or anything else that wasn’t house or parenting related.

-Come on man, don’t disappear so suddenly- Taehyung said coming in.

Jungkook closed the door, going together to the kitchen where he poured a shot of soju for both of them. Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows. -Breaking the law aren’t we?- he said after he drank.

Jungkook sighed, he was really tired and now his friend only wanted to play around. -I have a kid, screw the law-

Taehyung chuckled. -So, since you have been out of the map I’m guessing you don’t know-

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. -What are you talking about?-

-We have been planning the trip of the year, scratch that, the century-  Taehyung explained notably excited. -We are going to Japan, Namjoon hyung has been plotting everything with Hobi hyung, we are going to have a blast, you have to come-

Jungkook looked down at his empty glass. -I can’t-

Taehyung was confused. -Why?-

The other glared at him. -What part of I have a kid and a girlfriend to take care of you don’t understand?-

Disregarding his worries Taehyung sighed. -Take a few days off, tell Y/N you will come back soon and then you come with us-

Jungkook shook his head. -I can’t Tae, I really wish I could, believe me, me more than anyone wants to go out and just have fun but I can’t-

Sensing Jungkook’s turmoil, Taehyung who had been standing all this time, sat beside him. -What’s wrong Kook? I thought you were doing good with Junho, where is he by the way? is he with Y/N? Y/N is here?-

Shaking his head once more Jungkook served another shot of soju. -Junho is asleep, Y/N is out working, I was free so I have to take care of him, I’m his father- Jungkook’s voice was heavy, he knew he had to shut up and just kept his issues to himself, but he also felt like he would explode soon.

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Mother’s Day Wishes!

Took the kids to see Khi’s mom after Church this morning. This woman has been such a huge support for both Khi and me. I haven’t seen my mom since I was a little girl. She got caught up in the wrong crowds and has gone to jail more times than I can count. To this day, I don’t really know where she is. I resented her so much throughout my adolescence and always told myself that when I had kids, I would be better than she was. 

Mekhi and I started dating in high school and his mom practically showed me how to be a woman. The way she looked out for her family and made so many sacrifices out of love. I’ve always admired her for that. I’ve called her mom for as long as I can remember. She taught me everything I know about being a mom to my babies and there aren’t enough words to say thank you!

So happy Mother’s Day, mom! Thank you for teaching me everything I know. 💕

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 21

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Part 21 (And with that we finish the third season)


Might be the last part (maybe… I don’t know…)

Please, note that I am French and that there might be some mistakes here and there.

Enjoy this really long chapter :)

Originally posted by elenaseyes

Klaus and Rebekah weren’t talking to each other. You wanted to go see Alaric, make sure he was okay. But you didn’t want to see the others and you didn’t know what Damon would do to you if he saw you.

You stayed at home for a few days, practicing magic. You couldn’t believe how easy it was for you now to manipulate the elements. Even though you were too scared to try electricity and you still had no idea how to manipulate light or darkness. You didn’t even know what it was about.

Rebekah wanted your help with the dance she was organizing at school. “Uh, no! I didn’t like the dances when I was in high school, I’m sure as hell not going to organize them now!” She said something about you being a bad friend and hung up. She texted you all day though. Matt helped her with the dance, brought her home. She found that suspicious and so did you. But that wasn’t the best part. Or, worst part. Her mother was back in town. She asked you to come over, she said she’d rather have you there so you could help her if her mother tried something. You weren’t sure you could do anything against the Original witch but what other choice did you have?

You were in what could be called the living room at the mansion with Rebekah and Esther.

“You have grown stronger since the last time I saw you” the witch tells you but you don’t answer. “I understand you saved my son Elijah by drinking his glass of champagne in his place… why would you do that?”

“What can I say, I’m pretty stupid” you shrug. That woman tried to kill you and your friends, you weren’t feeling like having a heart to heart with her. “Rebekah says you’re dying.”

“I am” she says.

“I thought Ayana had preserved your body with a spell.” Rebekah asks her mother.

“She did. I’m drawing my power from the Bennett witch line. When Abby died, the connection was severed. So my body is weakened.”

“Well if you’ve come to spend your last moments with your loving daughter, prepare to be disappointed. You should have spent less time plotting my death.”

You look at your friend with sad eyes.

“Is that what you think I’ve been doing on the other side? I’ve been looking over you for a thousand years of joy and heartbreak. Your fights with Klaus. The nights you cried yourself to sleep calling my name. Not a day has gone by that I wasn’t right there with you.”

“And yet, you still tried to kill me.”

“Because it shouldn’t have been a thousand years, Rebekah. No one should live that long.”

“But I haven’t lived at all” the blonde says with tears in her eyes.

“Sorry, Rebekah. So, so sorry.”

She takes her daughter’s hands in hers, but then, she starts trembling.

“What’s wrong with her?” you ask.

Rebekah doesn’t answer you and her mother falls to the ground. Klaus enters the room not long after. “What’s going on?” he asks, seeing his mother lying on the floor.

“She’s dead” Rebekah tells his brother.

“Guys…I’m so sorry” you don’t know what else to say.

Klaus stares at his dead mother for a while. You take one step towards Rebekah and put a friendly hand on her shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay?” you ask in a low voice.

She doesn’t answer. He takes a deep breath and say “Well, at least I don’t have to kill her now” then leaves. Rebekah looks up and watch him leave. “Leave” she tells you.

“Are you sure?” you ask her.

“Yes, I want to be alone” she doesn’t look at you. She was acting odd. You nod and leave.

The day after Esther’s death you hear from Caroline. She tries to apologize for almost killing you.

“You know what, there was a time, not so long ago, I wouldn’t have been angry at you, but you keep trying and trying to kill Klaus and when you fail and everybody gets hurt but him you try again. Now you’re telling me that everybody, including you, but Bonnie was ready to kill Finn even though I was still bound to him and that doesn’t help me to forgive you.”

“I understand. You need time.”

“Time? Time?!” you yell at her. “I think I’ll need a little bit more than just time, Caroline!”

“Okay, I get that, look.” She sighs “I am so, so sorry that Elena let you drink that champagne, you known when she told us, we couldn’t believe it. We were so mad at her. But…that didn’t change the fact that, Klaus needs to die…”

“You know why, Klaus needs to die? Because he needs Elena’s blood. You were ready to kill me and the entire Original family because of Elena. So, Caroline, I don’t really have a problem with you, even though…” you sigh.

“I know. We hate Elena, I get it…” she sighs. “Jeremy’s back…” she tells you after a few minutes of silence. Like you cared…

“How’s Ric?”

“Good, apparently…”

“That’s good to hear” you sigh, relieved.

“I gotta go, I have this dance thing to organize”

You frown. “Isn’t Rebekah, doing that?”

“Well, she had to show up if she wanted to do that”.

“Rebekah’s not at school?” you ask, surprised.

“No, you didn’t hear from her?”

“Esther died yesterday. She’s probably at home” you shrug.

“Oh…okay… Talk to you later?”

“As long as you don’t try to kill me again…”


You laugh. “You deserved that”

“Yeah…I did, didn’t I?” she laughs. “Bye Y/N”

“Bye, Care…”

You hang up and try to call Rebekah but she doesn’t pick up. You decide to go to the mansion to see if everything was okay.

“Klaus?” you call once you’re inside the house, but you received no answer. You go to the studio and that’s where you find him, painting.

“I’ve been calling you” you say.

“What do you want, love?”

“Have you seen Rebekah?” you ask.

“Not since she asked me to go to that dance tonight” he says.

“You’re going to the high school dance?” you ask, surprised.

“I couldn’t resist my baby sister’s puppy eyes” he smiles at you.

“So, you have no idea where she is now then?”

“Sorry, love, not a clue”

You sigh. You see him putting the brush down. “Would you make me the honor of being my date?” he asks.

You laugh and shake your head. “Don’t you want to ask Caroline that?” you tell him.

“Well, Caroline will be there” he says.

“Then why do you want me to go with you?”

He doesn’t answer at first, is not looking at you. “I enjoy your company” he finally says.

You sigh. “I warn you, I don’t dance” you tell him and he laughs.

“I’ll pick you up, love”

“I need to find a dress” you sigh and you leave the mansion.

Klaus comes to pick you up early.

“You’re breath taking, love” he says and you blush.

“Thanks” you laugh like what he said was ridiculous.

You arrive at the dance and Bonnie spotted you there.

“Y/N, you came!” she says, smiling at you but her smile goes away once she saw who you were with.

“Hello, Bonnie” you say with a small smile, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“Y/N…” you hear Elena’s voice calling you.

“Don’t even try, Elena” you say without even looking at her.

“I just wanted to…”

“I don’t care what you want” you cut her off, turning to look at her “the moment you let me drink that glass…no, you know what, the moment you looked Elijah in the eyes and lied to his face about his mother, the moment you decided to let him die, to let them die and me along with them, that’s when it was too late. That’s when you decided that my life wasn’t worth anything to you and that’s when I lost all respect I had for you. You made me angry, Elena. And that’s not going away anytime soon. And that’s on you” you yell at her. She looks at you, hurt and everybody stays silence. You only move after you hear screams coming from students.

You look up and that’s when you see some decorations next to you on fire.

“I think you should calm down, love” Klaus tells you with a serious tone.

“Did you do this?” Stefan asks you.

“Is this about you being an elemental?” Elena asks. Her voice irritates you.

“Get-away-from me” you tell her with a threatening tone and the flames disappear. You had lost it a few seconds ago but now you were in control again.

You walked away from Elena to the hallway and you were followed by Klaus. “I’m sorry. I’m the worst date ever” you sigh.

“I think that was well-deserved” he says with a smile and you smile back. “Feeling better, love?”

You nod, laughing “God, yes!”

“Go, go find Caroline, I’ll be fine” you tell him.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be the worst date ever” he says, smiling at you.

“Go, I’ll try to find Rebekah” you tell him. He nods and leaves you in the hallway. “Don’t burn the school down, love” he says before stepping out and that makes you laugh.

You were joined by Bonnie. “Don’t feel bad” she tells you. “You’re right to be angry”

“That’s all? I’m right to be angry?”

She sighs “She was wrong to do what she did to you. I would’ve never done that”

“I know” you sigh. “Have you seen Rebekah?”

She frowns “No,… sorry”

“It’s okay…”

“So…” she wants to ask you something. “Are you like…dating Klaus now?”

Your eyes grow big and you laugh “No”

She sighs, she looked relieved “Oh good, good”

“Enjoy the dance, Bonnie”

She goes back inside and you decide to look around for Rebekah. When you don’t find her anywhere you decide to go outside. You find a line of salt on the ground and you frown.

“Rebekah, call me back immediately, I only came at this ridiculous dance because you beg me to and now you’re nowhere to be find” you hear Klaus’s voice coming from behind you.

You were standing in front of the salt line, armed crossed. You see him stop next to you. “I don’t think you can leave…” you tell him.

“What is this?” he asks looking at the line.

“I don’t think Rebekah’s coming”  

“Your mother’s back” you hear Stefan say. He leads you to a classroom where Bonnie was trying to undo Esther’s spell.

”What’s taking so long?” Klaus asks. “All boundary spell have a loophole”

Matt enters the room saying only vampires were trapped. Jeremy wants to go ahead to help Elena but Stefan refuses. “It would be suicide, Jeremy”

A split second after Stefan says that, Klaus holds Bonnie’s friend by the throat and his feet aren’t touching the ground anymore. “Suicide would be disappointing me. Now work your magic, witch, or I’ll start killing people you fancy” he says.

“Klaus stop, or I’ll set you on fire” you tell him.

He turns his head to look at you. You’re raising your eyebrows to silently tell him you’ll do it and he smiles at you putting Bonnie’s friend down.

“Let Bonnie work, she’ll figure it out” you tell him.

“She better, or you can set me on fire all you want, love, I’ll start killing people”

“You know, I’ll just freeze you and let you thaw instead, it could take a while” you’re not being serious, he raises an eyebrow and you smile at him.

“What if I break the line?” you ask.

“How would you do that?” Damon asks.

“I don’t know? I burn the salt, make a plant grow, start a storm…” you wave your hands.

“You can do all that?” Stefan asks you and that’s when you see everybody staring at you.

“Yeah…” you nod.

“The salt line is enchanted but you can always try, love”

After Bonnie managed to find out where Esther was, Jeremy and Matt leave to have a step ahead. You were now outside trying to break the line. You managed to manipulate the wind and you create a little tornado that you tried to push against the invisible wall that was protecting the line.

“You know this is your fault” you hear Klaus say to Stefan behind you. “You set us on this path when you released my mother. I wonder if revenge will prove worth the cost”

“Oh, I’m done with revenge. As far as Esther, we’ve stopped her before, we’ll stop her again” Stefan says.

“We were strange bedfellows you and I. You know, all this reminds me of our time together in the twenties.”

You hear Stefan chuckle “You say that like I’m supposed to have happy memories about it”

“Well, there were moments, real friendship, brotherhood…”

“Oh, he already has a brother” you hear Damon say. “Not to be territorial or anything.”

“Oh, no of course. The Salvatores and their unshakeable bond. I wonder what’ll happen when Elena finally makes her choice. Will we see you shake, just a little bit?”

The brothers don’t answer.

“How’s it going, love” he asks you.

“I’m almost there” you tell him.

You finally break the line of salt. “You should be able to go now” you say. You watch Klaus trying to reach the other side of the line with his hand.

“Thank you, love” he says, smiling at you before leaving, vampire speed.

You follow Bonnie into the cemetery to see what’s going on. Esther was dead. Alaric was in transition to become the new “Mikael”. You were all saying goodbye as he decides not to complete the transition. You were trying not to cry as he steps outside the mausoleum to look at all of you and say goodbye.

Once at home, you received the visit of Rebekah.

“There you are!”

“Sorry, my mother daggered me…Well, actually Alaric did…”

“I thought something had happened…”

“Look, I just wanted to tell you I was fine and…to require your help, I’m cleaning up the school tomorrow. The leftovers of the dance I organized but didn’t go to…”

“Right…Sure…” you nod.

You hug her and she leaves. Today was the first time you used your powers to help and you were happy you did.

The next morning, Rebekah comes pick you up a little bit before 8 and you’re the only one at the school. You start cleaning up before Caroline steps in the room.

“Where is Matt?” she asks

“He bailed. Got called into work at the last minute.” Rebekah answers.

“Are you kidding me?” she sighs “So, it’s just us?”

“Nope, I’m here too” you say with a singing voice.

“Oh, hey, Y/N, didn’t see you there”

Of course not.

“You’re late, clean up committee started at 8”

“It’s like 8:02” Caroline says

“Exactly. I managed to turn up on time and I didn’t even get to attend the dance that I organized” she says, angry walking over to the trashcan.

“I’m sorry about your mom…” Caroline says, after a few seconds of silence. “I mean, I know you, like, hated her and everything, but still. I’m sorry”

Rebekah sighs. “Sorry about your teacher. He seemed like a nice guy.”

“Yeah…He was” Caroline says.

After a moment of silence, Rebekah looks at you “We’re gonna get started on the gym”

You follow her into the hallway and that’s where you see him.

“Alaric?” you breathe out, stunned to see him.

“You’re supposed to be dead” Rebekah says.

“I am”

Rebekah, then, uses her vampire speed to push him against the locker. He fights back but Caroline comes to help. Rebekah stabs Alaric with the last white oak tree but, surprisingly, that doesn’t kill him. Rebekah takes you outside with her as fast as she can. Caroline tries to get into her car but Alaric breaks her neck. You try to help her but Rebekah stops you.

“He’ll kill us”

“He’ll kill her!” you shout.

“We can’t do anything. My brother and I have to leave town. He was made to kill us!’

“You’re leaving?” you ask her, stunned.

“I have to, now go home, you’ll be safe there”

“I’m not leaving her!”

She sighs “Well, I’m not staying, I’m sorry, I need to warn Klaus”

You look at each other for a few minutes.

“Fine” you sigh. “I’ll go home” you tell her.

And that’s exactly what you don’t do. You had received a text from Bonnie telling you she was at Elena’s. You sighed. You didn’t want to see the Gilbert girl but you had no other choice. You knock at the door and Jeremy opens. He let you in and that’s when you see Bonnie’s hurt.

“What happened to you?” you ask her.

“Alaric drank my blood to finish the transition” she tells you.

“That would explain why he attacked Rebekah, Caroline and I 20 minutes ago at the school” you tell them.

“What?” Bonnie asks.

“Yeah, and he has Caroline there, we need to go help her!”

“Why us, couldn’t Barbie Original help you?” Damon asks, raising an eyebrow.

You sigh. “She had to tell Klaus Alaric was alive, he has the only weapon that can kill them, they need to leave town.”

“How brave of them” Stefan breathes.

That’s when you hear knocking at the front door. Jeremy opens and you see Klaus standing on the porch.

“What the hell do you want?” Jeremy asks.

“Now is that any way to treat a guest?” Klaus answers.

“What are you doing here, Klaus?” Stefan asks again.

“Well, for starters, young Jeremy here could show some manners and invite me inside” the hybrid answers.

Stefan tells Jeremy to go to his room.

“I know all about my mother’s invulnerable little creation. That’s why I’m here. I’m leaving town. I just need to pick up a few road trip necessities. Spare tire, flashlight…doppelgänger…” he says the last part smiling.

“Can’t help you there” Damon says, closing the door.

Stefan calls Elena’s name but she doesn’t answer.

“She’s not here” Stefan says.

“What do you mean, she’s not here, where did she go?” Damon asks, irritated.

“What’s going on?” Bonnie asks.

“Klaus wants in. We have to keep him out.” Damon answers.

But then the window of the living room shatters. Klaus had thrown a newspaper at it.

The door flies open and Klaus throws pieces of wood at Damon who was in front of him.

“Missed me!” he yells taking the piece of wood from the wall where it crushed and throwing it back at Klaus. The hybrid avoids it and when he tries to throw another one at Damon the piece of wood consumes itself, leaving only ashes.

“Enough!” you shout at everyone. “You have no need to destroy this house, Klaus, Elena isn’t here and we don’t know where she is!” you tell him.

“Well, you could’ve told me that earlier, don’t you think, love?”

“I would have but you started tearing this house apart and I was too busy trying to avoid the projectiles you were throwing at us” you tell him and he grins at your attitude.

Stefan’s phone rings and you all shut up.


Turns out, Alaric had Caroline and Elena and he was going to kill them both if Klaus didn’t surrender to him. You tried to find a plan to save them.

“I might have an idea” Bonnie says.

“My mum used a desiccation spell on Mikael that immobilized him for over 15 years. If I can get it I might use it on Alaric.”

“If and might. Your words inspire such confidence”

“I’ll get it. But even with the spell, we’ll need a lot of vampire muscle to take him down. Including yours” she tells him.

He sighs.

“Just so we’re clear. The sunset is in about eight hours, if we don’t succeed before then, Elena will be dead, I’ll be gone and the rest of you will be rest to fend for yourselves” Klaus say.

You sigh. You had to succeed. Or people will die, again, and you will be left here alone. Bonnie and Damon went to the boarding house to wait on her mother. You follower Klaus and Stefan to the school. You were joined by Jeremy and all you had to do now was waiting for Bonnie and Damon.

When they finally arrive at the parking lot Bonnie gives Damon, Stefan and Klaus her blood to empower them.

Jeremy is lying on the grass, Bonnie’s ready to do the spell. All she needs is for one of the boys to make contact with Alaric.

“They’ve made contact” she finally says.

She starts the spell but stops.

“What’s wrong?” you ask her.

“They’ve lost contact” she says.

“Damn…” you say. “I’ll go find out what’s wrong”

“Don’t…It’s too dangerous”

You frown, then sigh. Your phone rings, it’s Caroline. She’s back home but you don’t hear anything from Elena.

“I’m gonna go check up on her” you tell Bonnie. She nods and stay with Jeremy.

You knock at the blonde’s door. She looks terrible. You stay with her until dark. You receive a call from Jeremy. Elena was getting out from the hospital, he found her unconscious on the floor and had called 911 but it was too dangerous for her to stay there. So you go to the Gilbert’s house with the blonde even though you still didn’t want to see Elena. Matt and Tyler are there too. Caroline insists on Elena staying on the couch and ask her what she can get her.

“Vodka will help you sleep?” she laughs.

Elena turns to look at you. “Thanks for your help” she says. You look at her for a while.

“I didn’t help you. I helped Caroline” you say. “I’m gonna go help the boys make sandwiches” you walk away.

You clean up the mess Klaus made earlier while Elena was sleeping on the couch. She wakes up a few minutes before Stefan gets in. They insist on her not moving from the couch and she complains.

“I’m being over-coddled. I feel completely fine” she says.

“You’re on house arrest.” Stefan says. He was cooking in the kitchen. “You’re supposed to be coddled”

“Wouldn’t it be smarter if we got you the hell out of town?” Matt says. He was cleaning the kitchen.

“And do what?” she asks. “Go on the run for the rest of my life? No, thank you.” She gets up. “And I’m not an invalid. I’m done with the couch” she says, walking towards the other room, the one where you were, before stepping in the hallway.

“Stefan…” Elena calls her (ex?)boyfriend’s name and you look up.

“Elijah” you hear Stefan say and you step out of the room into the hallway, next to Elena.

“Hello again” the Original vampire say, looking at Stefan.

“You’re back” you breathe out, your heart starts beating a little faster. He turns his head to look at you and you go to him, burying you head in his chest, pulling him close to you into a tight hug. He hugs you back, putting his hands on you back.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks you.

You look up at him and smile. You nod yes, moving your hands from his lower back to his chest. “You?”

He smiles down at you and nod. You move your hands to his shoulders and behind his neck and you pull him back into a hug, burying you head into his shoulder.

You hear Stefan clear his throat and you blush, stepping away from Elijah.

“What are you doing here Elijah?” he asks.

“I understand you have stopped my brother and I’m here to get him back”

“What?” you shout out. You had no idea Klaus had been “stopped” “What do you mean stopped?”

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? The spell that was used to stop Mikael 15 years ago was used on Niklaus earlier tonight” he tells you, looking down at you.

You sigh “You people are unbelievable” you shake your head, angry.

“We had to stop him from killing Elena and from dying. If he dies, we die with him” Stefan explains.

“I don’t care” you tell him, angry. The door that was opened, closed in a loud nose. Elena jumps, scared by the invisible forces that came from you and that made the door move suddenly. “We were supposed to stop Alaric with that spell!”

“There is still a way to stop your former professor” Elijah says.

You all sit down in the kitchen.

“All we need is to take that stake from him. Once he’s been disarmed, the weapon’s in my possession, my family will scatter to the ends of the Earth. And Alaric will follow us.”

You didn’t like that plan at all.

“And you’ll just…run?” Stefan asks.

You didn’t like it one bit.

“We’ve done it before. Klaus and Rebekah spent the better part of a thousand years evading my father. What’s another half century while Elena’s able to live out the rest of her natural life?”

Elena sighs “We finally stopped him, Elijah” you didn’t like to hear his name coming from her mouth. “After everything that he’s done to us, I can’t just let you bring him back”

You roll your eyes.

“’I give you my word, Elena. I will not revive Klaus within your, nor within your children’s lifetime. Perhaps it’ll finally teach him some manners…”

“Why should she trust you?” Matt asks “All you’ve done is screw her over”

“She tried to kill him” you say “you don’t get to ask that” you look at Elena with an angry look.

Elijah takes your hand to calm you down. You look up at him and you breathe, shaking your head.

“And for that, I’m deeply ashamed. But know this, she could’ve been dead the instant I walked through that door tonight. So, Elena, I leave it to you to make the decision whether to trust me or not.”

“Not! Hello!” you hear Damon’s voice from the phone. “Did that concussion give you brain damage? His lunatic siblings will kill you the first chance they get!”

“Rebekah and Kol will honor the terms if you return Klaus’s body to us, Elena will come to no harm”

Everybody is thinking. This is enraging you. He was being way too nice.

“Do we have a deal?”

“No! No, no, no, no, no. Did I mention, no!” that was Damon’s answer.

“Yes” you say.

“This isn’t your choice to make” Elena says.

“But killing me was yours? Don’t make me angry, Elena, remember the dance? I just cleaned this house don’t make me burn it to the ground” you threaten.

“Please, calm down” Elijah squeezes your hand “I understand you’re angry but there is no need for violence” he looks you in the eyes and it calms you down a little. You sigh.

“Why do you want Klaus’ body?” Elena asks.

“He’s my brother. We remain together.”

Elena sighs. “We have a deal.”

Your phone rings. You pick up.

“Katherine” you say, looking at Elena who raised her eyebrows, surprised. You get up and go to the other room. “What’s up, you haven’t called in a while…”

You talk a little bit with her, telling her Klaus was “resting”. It was good news to her, even though the thought of the hybrid lying unconscious for two centuries wasn’t making you happy. When you get back to the others, they had told Alaric where Klaus’ body “was”. Bonnie was with Damon where Klaus actually was. They were waiting for Rebekah.

You stayed with Elijah and Caroline in the woods, waiting to set the plan in motion.

“I understand you care about my brother and disapprove of my intentions to let him in his current state”

You sigh “As much as I disapproved when Klaus daggered you and Rebekah…”

“I see… Your compassion is admirable” he says and you look up at him.

Caroline clears her throat and you look away. “Big bad vampire to steal from on his way, remember?”

You’re joined by Stefan and Jeremy.

“He should be here already” Stefan says. “Something’s wrong” His phone rings, it’s Damon.

You walk over to where Stefan and the Gilbert boy were and he hangs up.

“What happened?” Elijah asks.

Stefan stays silent.

“Stefan?” Caroline tries to make him talk.

His look says everything. You put your hand on Elijah’s arm and your eyes are tearing up. Caroline decides to leave to find Tyler and Stefan and Jeremy go back to the Gilbert’s house. You stay with Elijah who had stayed quiet.

“I’m so sorry” you tell him, taking his hand.

He pulls you to him, one hand on your head the other on your back. His chin on the top of your head.

You hug him back. You stay like that until you’re joined by Rebekah who was crying.

“He’s gone, Elijah” she says to his brother. “There was nothing I could do to stop it”

You step back so he can go over his sister and you watch them hug and cry in silence for a moment.

“Tyler Lockwood is dead, but the rest survived. You said that Niklaus turned their bloodline.”

“I thought he did”

“It wasn’t me, it wasn’t Kol…”

“It wasn’t me, Elijah” she says “It was Niklaus, I’m sure of it”

Elijah thinks for a moment “Then how are they still alive?” he asks.

She shrugs and sniffs. When she sees you she waves at you.


You give her a sad smile and walk over her. “Hey” you tell her and you pull her into a hug.

“We have to go” he says “We need to be gone before Alaric comes back”

You step away from Rebekah, looking at him with a sad face.

“I’m done running, Elijah. There’s a way to kill Alaric…”

“No” he cuts her off “ I made a deal”

“Nik is dead, Elijah. There is no deal!” Then she disappears.

“Rebekah” he calls her name.

“She’s going to kill Elena” you tell him, wiping tears off your cheeks.

He doesn’t go after her.

“Do you want me to stop her?” he asks you. You look up at him. Saving Elena or saving Elijah and Rebekah?

You stay quiet. He takes you silence for a no. “Come” he says. “I will bring you home”

You both stayed silent in the car. You were thinking back to the first time you met him. When he brought you back home after Elena had forgotten you in the old house. He pulled over and you see Robert’s car in the front of your house. You frown and get worried.

“Is everything okay?” he asks you.

You look up at him and nod. He sees worry on your face but says nothing. “I’m sorry about Klaus” you tell him and he nods. “Are you going to be okay?” you ask him. He doesn’t answer right away, staring at the windshield. “I will be” he says in a low voice. “I have to get back to my sister now, see what damage she’s caused” he looks back at you. You give him a small smile and nod. “Of course” you kiss him on the cheek quickly and leave the car “Goodbye Elijah” you say before closing the car door.

You take a deep breath before getting into your house. What was Robert doing here and, more importantly, in what state was he? You step into the kitchen and see a couple of empty bottles of what you believe was vodka on the counter.

“Where have you been?” he screams at you as soon as he sees you.

“Out” you tell him, tired.

“Out? That’s your answer? Out?” he screams even louder, getting up and getting closer to you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“How dare you ask me that? This is my house, you little bitch!” he shouts, slapping you, cornering you between the wall and himself.

You put your hand on your cheek. Your heart beats faster out of fear. You try to push your back on the wall as if it could swallow you. You’re trembling.

“Now, I asked you where you’re were while I was getting my ass dumbed!” he screams again putting his hand on your throat.

“This…is…my…house” you try to say but he was struggling you.

“What did you just say?” he yells and you close your eyes as you see his fist getting fast to your face. You wait for the pain to come but you open your eyes after a few seconds when your face doesn’t meet his fist.

The first thing you see is Elijah holding Robert’s arm. You gasp then breathes, relieved and you start to sob, loud, reaching your soaring throat with your hands. Robert cries in pain as Elijah breaks his arm. He looks furiously at your stepfather like he’s going to kill him. And he would’ve but he didn’t want to show you this part of him.

“You are to leave immediately and to never come back here. You are to stay away from her, forever” he compels him and Robert goes away. Elijah closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm himself down. You were doing the same. Your heart beat was slowing down in your chest. “Thank you” you breathe out, closing your eyes as more tears fall down. You gasp out of fear when you feel his hands on each side of you face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “Are you okay?” he asks with a worry look, checking you out for any injuries.

You take a deep breath and nod. “Yes” you breathe out. You feel his fingers tracing the marks of Robert’s hand on your throat. You take his hand in yours and then bury your face in his chest, fisting his shirt. His arms are around you and he rests his chin on the top of your head. You both stand there like that for quite a while before you move away.

You were still very close and you look up at him as he looks down on you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. Your eyes get trap in his. Your heart starts to beat faster, but not out of fear, this time. You can’t focus on nothing else but his hand on you face and his eyes in your eyes. He puts a hand on your waist. “I’m leaving town.” he says and your throat tightens. “You can come with me if you wish.” You look at him with bright eyes. “I’ll make you leave this place. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go” he says. “I’ll help you reach your full potential as an elemental…” he promises you so many things. You keep staring at each other in silence. “You just have to say yes…” he’s waiting on an answer. He looks at you with all the hope he has in him.


anonymous asked:

One time, I saw an anti say teaching sex ed to anyone under 15 was peodophilia and grooming them (this included schools teaching them). I had sex ed at 11, and it's not like they were teaching us graphic sex. It was mostly about periods and how babies are made, and then a couple of special sex ed days in high school (at about 13 and 15) about safe sex and stds. I don't know if it's being from the UK that makes me see this differently, but I don't see how this is grooming kids.

As soon as someone says they’re against sex education everything else they say is irrelevant to me because they are automatically just a dumbass in my eyes

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