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Right Back Where We Started- Chapter 1

“I think it’s better this way, honestly. He was such an ass.” Deb practically sang as she helped you carry your belongings into her apartment.

You rolled your eyes, following behind her with two big boxes. Deb had never really liked Julian, for reasons that were unknown to you. Ever since you two had started dating, she made sure you knew how much she disapproved of your relationship status.

“Can we not do this today? I only need to stay until I save up enough to get back out on my own. 2 months tops.” you groaned, tired of hearing her sheer enjoyment of your pain.

“You stay as long as you need. Don’t feel rushed! It’ll be just like it as before! Two best friends ready to take on everything!” Deb squealed, putting your boxes down and waiving her hands in the air. You couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, she was annoying you and your heart was broken, but you did miss seeing her this happy. You laughed silently and dropped the boxes you were holding and went to the kitchen, coming back with two glasses of wine.

Deb turned on ‘Living In The City’ by Hurray for the Riff Raff and you both started dancing around the apartment, and singing off the key. For a moment, just a split second, your heart wasn’t in an immense amount of pain.

“Em, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through this.” Deb smiled at you, holding your face in your hands. You smiled at her and wrapped her in a big hug, suddenly remembering why you two have been friends for the past 15 years.

You both continued to dance until you were too drunk and too tired. You stumbled back to the familiar guest room that was once yours, and pulled your bag full of clothes out. Clothes started flying everywhere as you started searching for your favorite pajama pants. You continued to search for the pants until you came across the hoodie. His hoodie.

“Can you stop stealing my shit? Thank you!” Julian laughed, trying to get his hoodie off of you.

“Never! You signed up for this when we started dating!” you laughed, running to the other side of the bed.

“Em, you have a million of your own hoodies-”

“Exactly! MY hoodies! None of them smell like you or give me comfort when you’re not here for week’s on end because of work! They make me happy.” you pleaded, jumping on the bed and giving him puppy dog eyes.

“You can keep this ONE!”

“MUHAHAHAHA!!!” you laughed running out of the room, grabbing another one of his hoodies on your way out.

“DAMMIT EMILY!” he yelled, running after you.

Why did he have to go and be stupid? Why did guy always have to go and be stupid? You both had the best relationship and then…he just had to go and be stupid.

You didn’t even give a damn about the pants anymore. You threw on his hoodie and crawled into bed, quietly started sobbing pulling his hoodie as close to you as you could.

“Em?” Deb slurred quietly, opening the door.

“I’m fine, go to sleep.” you sobbed out, trying to get rid of the tears.

“Sweetheart,” Deb slurred, getting in the bed behind you and cuddling you close “it’s gonna be alright. You and I both know you can get past this.” she cooed, giving you a small squeeze.

This time, you weren’t so sure if you believed her.

Two weeks

This was inspired by the ‘Music is the key’ challenge of @thecoffeeshopforwriters

Artist: Bebe Rhexha

Album: Expectations

Song: Self Control

Fandom: Les Miserables

Pairing: Enjolras x Grantaire

Warnings: Mention of drug use

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Got no self control
And I don’t mean cigarettes and alcohol
‘Cause when it comes to you I can’t say no
I don’t wanna taste, I want it all

When I get your call
I’m out the door, not a minute more
Like an animal
I lose control, it’s illogical
Oh, oh

One little kiss can turn into a thousand
One little touch and I’m gone



It was late at night and the streets of Paris glistened with the rain. There were people walking around, laughing, talking, generally having a good time. But he didn’t hear any of that. He barely even saw the people around him, each having their own story to live full of love, heartbreak, promises and failure. All he could hear was that voice, echoing through his head again and again. Part of him never wanted this to stop, to always have this modulated, silvery voice ringing in his ears. But the other part felt haunted by the very same, not able to flee from it, metaphorically and literary. It didn’t matter where he went, subsequently the universe would lead him always back, whether it was at meetings in the little, crammed back room of the cafe or at riots, in the local news or through the stories random people told each other on the streets.

He couldn’t even enjoy a nice bottle of wine or a joint without hearing Him. Yes, Him. Him with a capital 'H’. Not because He was some old dude sitting on a cloud and deciding everyone’s fate. No, He only decided his fate and He did it without even knowing it; without even caring. So night after night Grantaire wandered the streets of Paris, trying to get His voice out of his head and at the same time enjoying every second of hearing the very same. For Grantaire He was everything: the single source of light the only hope to live to see another day, the very breath that would fill his lungs and allow him to keep living. But being everything also meant that He was the dark figure in his nightmares, the mirror, showing him what a disgrace he actually was, the pain, the only thing he would be able to feel at times.

Even though being consumed by his thoughts, Grantaire could see the irony of all this. Take a drunk, a hopeless, an addict like himself and make him feel love for once, make him able to hope, just for him to get addicted, obsessed again. That’s what it was: another addiction. Only this time it was so much stronger. Of course he could have never imagined to stop drinking at the time or to stop smoking for that matter. However, something inside him knew that there was difference to his current addiction. This felt different. Of course he needed the alcohol and other drugs at the time but compared to them this felt unbelievably strong. Yes, unbelievable. Funny that that’s the word coming to mind. The irony struck Grantaire again. Unbelievable that He was his new addiction, when it was Him who made him believe again.

‘Well, don’t meddle in our affairs. Go and sleep off the effects of your absinthe.’

And that was it. It would be a lie to say that He had ever been friendly to him, but those two sentences did the job and Grantaire could still feel the splinters of his broken heart.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of wandering through Paris each night. Two weeks of trying to fix his heart and realizing that that will never be possible again. Two weeks of trying to avoid Him at any cost and failing miserably. Two weeks of being stone cold sober.

‘Well, don’t meddle in our affairs. Go and sleep off the effects of your absinthe.’

Yes, he went. And every night he kept on going. Yes, he slept. Never good but he slept and the absinthe hasn’t been a problem since that day either, since those two sentences.

Not bothering where he was going and seemingly wandering around aimlessly, Grantaire only noticed the familiar surrounding when it was too late. As he stood in front of the Musain and even though every last one of his braincells screamed at him to run, run in the opposite direction, he took a step and then another until he was back, sitting in the same corner, he was trying to run away from.

'Don’t meddle in our affairs.’

He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to run, to sleep off the effects his absinthe. The absinthe that was long gone from his system. Before he could stand up and walk away he saw a flash of bright red. That was all it took and as if controlled by a force greater that anything he knew, all he could do was sit in his corner and listen to that modulated, silvery voice that so passionately spoke of justice, of change and of hope. It wasn’t until the meeting was over that their eyes met.

It wasn’t until then that he was able to once again look into the eyes of Enjolras.


Got no self control
And I don’t mean cigarettes and alcohol
When it comes to you I can’t say no
I don’t wanna taste, I want it all

I’m so predictable
Fall every time, ain’t it pitiful
And it’s not enough
I tried to quit
But I’m giving up

One little kiss can turn into a thousand
One little touch and I’m gone



It was late at nigh and knew that the rain was falling onto the streets of Paris. There were people out there walking around, laughing, talking, generally having a good time. But he didn’t hear any of that. He barely even noticed the people on the street outside his flat, each having their own story to live full of love, heartbreak, promises and failure. All he could hear was that voice, echoing through his head again and again. Part of him never wanted this to stop, to always have this low, gruff voice ringing in his ears. But the other part felt haunted by the very same, not able to flee from it. He couldn’t even enjoy the usually rewarding feeling of winning an argument or discussing plans without hearing Him. Yes, Him. Him with a capital 'H’. Not because He was some old dude sitting on a cloud and deciding everyone’s fate. No, He only decided his fate and He did it without even knowing it; without even caring. So night after night Enjolras lay in his bed, unable to sleep, trying to get His voice out of his head and at the same time enjoying every second of hearing the very same. For Enjolras He was everything, everything he never had before, everything he never knew he missed. From the slight tingle on his skin, where He had accidentally touched him to the subconscious way he always looked for Him during meetings. From the feeling of  reassurance when he saw Him in his corner to the the confusion he felt whenever he noticed any of his oh so irrational behaviour.

Even though being consumed by his thoughts, Enjolras could see the irony of all this. He had never felt that way. He had always been so sure of himself, or at least of the cause he was fighting for. How or rather why would the person that believes the least be able to cause these emotions. These irrational emotions. These confusing emotions. He was the least interested in a better future. He was the last person who would contribute a useful idea. And still Enjolras would feel utterly incomplete if He wasn’t there.

'You’re heartless, Enjolras’

And that was it. It would be a lie to say that they had ever been overly friendly towards each other, but that sentence did the job and Enjolras could still feel the splinters of his broken heart.

He has felt like that for two weeks. Fourteen days. 336 Days of

feeling lost. Of not being able to sleep. Of having a broken heart.

'You’re heartless, Enjolras’

That sentence echoed in his head. It echoed in his head when he tried to sleep, and it followed him through his dreams. It echoed in his head when he woke up. It echoed in his head during every second of the day right until he started the meeting.

Glancing at the corner had become a habit. Of course He wouldn’t be there. He hadn’t been for two weeks. Enjolras didn’t even know why he still glanced there. So coming into the room and being about to start the meeting, he glanced at the corner and nearly forgot himself when he saw the familiar sight of it being occupied.

It wasn’t until the meeting was over that their eyes met.

It wasn’t until then that he was able to once again look into the eyes of Grantaire.


Got no self control
And I don’t mean cigarettes and alcohol
When it comes to you I can’t say no
I don’t want a taste, I want it all


The meeting was over; the room had cleared. Only Grantaire and Enjolras were left, staring at each other, neither saying a word. It felt like a life time; maybe even more, maybe it felt like two weeks.

As if  a wall between them broke they simultaneously started to speak, Grantaire saying 'I want to meddle in your affairs, I don’t want to go’ and Enjolras saying 'I do have a heart’. Another silence followed until Enjolras was standing right in front of Grantaire’s corner and quietly admitted:

'I don’t want you to go, please stay with me’.

Slowly standing up and taking a step towards Enjolras, eliminating the remaining space between them, Grantaire took his hands and just as quietly answered:

'I know you have a heart, you couldn’t have had such an impact on mine if you didn’t’.

And as if another wall broke, the last one standing, Enjolras and Grantaire kissed, finally easing the pain of their broken hearts, both of them knowing that this could never stop just there. Both of them knowing that they were completely and utterly lost within each other. Both of them knowing that self control was not the word to describe their feelings for each other as well as their obvious inability to live without another, even for only two weeks.



And the hunger grows
I’m craving you and my body knows
'Cause it wakes me up
Heart through my chest, it’s gotta be love

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soooooo, I know a couple people have liked some of the xReader things I’ve been doing for DBD characters.. So I wanted to ask!

I usually pick who’s next either a, who I have an idea for (noone right now ;-;) or b, RNG (a Random Number Generator). So I rolled 3 times today, and got 4, 4, and 12.

4 is Jake (who I’ve done already), and 12 is Jane (I added her to the list as a ‘maybe’. The question is, would anyone want to see these?? For Jake, I can continue the piece I had before, or if someone else suggests something different, I’ll do a separate piece. Again, Jane is a maybe, but I’m willing to try!!
Does anyone care enough to vote??? hahah
You can vote by commenting, or if you’d like to suggest otherwise (read below) you can Ask me; anon is perfectly fine! <3


(You can also suggest other characters (Surv OR Killer), and I’ll prioritize those! you can even give me specific ideas! Just be aware there are a few I won’t write for. ^-^ Thanks!!)

anonymous asked:

hey ! can i have a reading on my love life for this year? thank you!<3

Card I drew: 2 of Pentacles (wants versus needs)

This year will bring a challenge of balancing your personal life with a relationship with a current or future partner. Think on what you need most in the moment, and find a middle ground between these two aspects of your life.


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Warning: Potential spoilers, sexual imagery

Title: You’re One In A Million

Editor: MoonieAMV

Song: One in a Million

Artist: Ne-Yo

Anime: Ah! My Goddess, Agent Aika, Angelic Layer, Ao Yori Aoshi, Bokurano, B Gata H Kei, Cardcaptor Sakura, Chrono Crusade, Chobits, East of Eden, Emily of New Moon, El Hazzard, Full Metal Panic, Gakuen Alice, Girls Bravo, Gift - Eternal Rainbow (visual novel), Ginban Kaleidoscope, Happy Seven, H20: Footprints in the Sand, Hito-Yume (visual novel), Hand Maid May, Hourglass of Summer (visual novel), If I See You In My Dreams, Ice, Ikki Tousen, KimiKiss, Lamune, Love Hina Midori Days, Mahoromatic, My Bride is a Mermaid, Najica Blitz Tactics, Okusama wa Mahou Shoujo, Ouran High School Host Club, Peach Girl, Petite Princess Yucie, Please Teacher, Please Twins, Project A-ko 4: FINAL, Phantom Quest Corp, Princess Tutu, Rosario + Vampire, Sekirei, Spice and Wolf, Shattered Angels, Shuffle!, School Rumble, Sailor Moon SuperS Plus Ami’s First Love, Tsubasa: Resevoir Chronicle, Tales of Symphonia, The World of Narue, This Ugly Yet Beautiful World, UFO Ultramaiden Valkyrie, Urusei Yatsura - Movie 1 - Only You

Category: Romance

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Romantic Classical Music Mix with Waterfall Sound / Romance Piano Music

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Fanfic: Atlas Military Academy Ch 13, RWBY | FanFiction

Estaba en shock. Aun no podía creerse lo que había ocurrido. Tenía que pensar en otra cosa, y sin darse cuenta se vio en una situacion incomoda con una de las personas que mas odiaba en su vida. Tal vez era el momento de hablar.

Faded Silver: Untitled.

Fairy lights around my mirror. A dark room. A typewriter. A cup of coffee. Light jazz playing on the radio at 23:53. I look out the window; the skies can’t promise me they aren’t going to cry soon. Sob, even.

The breeze kisses my body the same way the jazz is kissing my ears, and teasing my heart, at the same time. It’s as if you’re here. My God, if only you were here. What would we be doing? Dancing to the radio? Giggling? Whispering careless whispers? Looking in each other’s eyes, struggling to keep our hands of each other’s faces or.. inventing new ways of lip love?

I feel warm. I wonder where you are now. Sleeping, relaxed, or talking to your friends all sleepy, using a deep, dark voice? Writing songs about someone else, with a different muse? God knows. The breeze blows harder, and the piano is rough and romantic. My fairy lights are flickering now; battery mystery. It’s like a message. If only you could send me messages with your brain.

The street below looks peaceful.. I’m in awe of it. A mixture of lights forgotten to be turned off, street lights and, and… I look up to the sky again. It’s grey. Not as grey as your hair, or ought I say, silver. The jazz switches to daring. I can’t wait to see you without touching you tomorrow. Just, admire you from a distance and admire your resting frown and your big, lazy brown eyes. 

The breeze attacks me now. I decided to go back inside, and suddenly I meet a pair of hurt, tired eyes and I hurry to get a close look. They’re grey too. Two rosy lips look at me like children, waiting. How smudged; not from your kisses, but from the coffee. I tire too easily, physically. 

The radio is quiet, and the fairy lights flicker yet again. The message will never get through. I will still, forever, think about you.

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Ella cortó sus venas y empezó a surgir un liquido espeso de aquella herida, no era sangre, era ese veneno llamado amor.

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Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty: Ally

Keiko’s POV:

H-huh? What’s this? Another businessman is dead? Keiko let out a small gasp as she looked at the profiles of Kira’s latest victims, it could just be a coincidence, seeing as they aren’t of heart attacks…but at this point, is it really? In addition to the usual criminals, a lot of prominent businessmen have been dropping dead recently.

“Light-kun,” the girl called out, “you should come take a look at this.”

I might still be mad at you, but I’m less upset with you than a certain detective…

“Only calling me over, huh? Are you still upset with Ryuzaki-san because of what happened?” Light questioned as he padded over, a certain raven haired detective trailing along slowly behind him.

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anislabonis-love  asked:

Can you please do the "Please don't walk out that door?" prompt ?? Hiccstrid ❤️

Hey there! Sorry this took a bit longer, but here it finally is. Not sure this is what you expected, but, well… ^^”

In addition to the prompt (from this list, it also is kind of a sequel to @heathenvampires  Kinktober one shot Biting. Meaning we have a Modern AU with vampire!Hiccup and human!Astrid.

I hope you like it :)


Biting 2

For a seemingly never-ending moment, he just gazed down at her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, the pale moonlight gleaming on her skin. He could literally spend eternity just watching her.

Except that she wouldn’t be here that long.

A pained noise escaped Hiccup’s throat. It wasn’t his real name, of course. After centuries wandering this world, he couldn’t remember what his real name once had been. But even though he mostly tried to blend in, he sometimes amused himself with throwing people off by picking the most ridiculous name possible. Hiccup certainly had served him well.

Except for the one who hadn’t been thrown off; not by the name and not by anything else. Not by his icy skin, his never-changing body, his inhuman strength, or by the fact that, more than almost everything else, he craved her blood. That he could easily kill her if he ever lost control for only a second. She’d stayed with him, even after she’d learned what he was, had never looked at him as if he was a monster. With her, he’d felt human again, something he’d thought he’d lost ages ago.

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“I love how beautiful you are.. you bring so much blissful beauty into my life.”

There’s no beauty like your beauty - Eue