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gangrenados · 3 years

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Could you do good things and bad things about datiang the Bat boys and Bruce? I ask you for bad things because relationships aren't perfect. Please

This is my first time ever writing for Bruce sooo pls be kind it has been a rough day

•First of all of them are vigilantes which means that they might have some issues separating his hero life with the normal one no matter how hard thet might try.

•They have seen the worst part of humanity and after you have witnessed those kind of horrors there's not turning back. Every imperfection in buildings, locations that have a questionable reputation and people who seem mightily suspicious will trigger their vigilante senses.

•what I'm trying to say here? They can get protective without even notice. After being the one in the line for to long you're afraid those you love might get hurt so you'll try your fucking best to prevent it, right?

Bruce Wayne

•Bruce has a hard time accepting the love and care of others, even if you have a long term relationship Bruce might be cold and distant towards you.

•He usually doesn't care about his scars since they're consequences of trying his best to help others, but when the time to get naked in front of you comes he's slightly worried you might get disgusted because they're too many.

•Bruce gets silent when you show him pure kind love, a gentle caress on his cheek will make him snap out.

•He'll stare at you without knowing what's the right thing to do, the only thing clear onnhis mind is that he wants this to keep going.

•Sometimes you wish you could wake up or fall asleep with Bruce beside you more often. It makes you feel forgotten. Bruce has tried to stay there when you wake up, even if that means rushing home to take off the suit, slip in the cover and pretend he's sleeping.

•Bruce can be pretty romantic when he wants to. He will take you to fancy places and bought you the most prettiest things in the world, Bruce will be comfortable in those situations, talking smoothly and secure since he's trying to put a little bit of his playboy persona into this to not ruin it.

•But silly things like cooking your favorite dessert or buying a pretty thing he saw nd know it will useful to you, will get him slightly flustered. The man is afraid he might fuck up.

•If you're a mere civilian then Bruce would be petty fucking protective of you, at the point that sometimes make you wonder if he's being paranoid.

•He will install a security system in your house and car, maybe a tracker too because you never know what criminals might do to the partner of Bruce Wayne.

I•t's hard for Bruce to express his emotions and talk about them, he feels like it makes him seem weaker. But when he opens up he will pour his heart into his words, maybe he wouldn't say much, but everything that came out from his mout he meant it with his soul.

•Your fights are horrible, it leaves you both broken and wondering if this gonna be the end. Bruce is too stubborn to back down and you don't want to be the one who goes to apologize first, so you'll end up treating each other with the cold shoulder.

•It's not the type to say "I love you" constantly, he reserves those words for important moments like when he has to go to a risky mission, your anniversary or he will blurt them out when he see you doing something adorable.

•Bruce is a mysterious man and that aspect is not going to change once they start dating. You will feel that he is hiding things from you, which is true, but it will take a lot of persuasion and confidence for him to tell you what is happening or why he does not tell you things.

•Much of his reason is that he thinks that if he doesn't say anything to you you may be safe and happy in ignorance, however, he also does not want to link his romance to his work.

•Connecting in an emotional way with Jason is hard and even when you're there he tends to close and keep a lot of things to himself.

Jason Todd

•Jason hates how being in touch with his emotions makes him more vulnerable, once they see the light there's nothing that can stop the overwhelming wave of feelings that comes to drown him.

•Once Jason becomes truly comfortable around you he will get clingy. He needs you in order to him feel alright, it's like you bring up a nice part of him he wasn't even aware of it was there.

•You're the nicest thing Jason has ever had so far and he's down to do anything to make you stay. He can stop being Red Hood and live a normal live, change his personality for one you like better, whatever you want in a man Jason can try to copy it, but please don't leave him.

•He's a really attentive and supportive boyfriend, this trait is driven by his need to prove you his total love and attention because that shows he's worthy of your love. But putting that aside, Jason truly cares about you.

•Jason is not really used to receive romantic affection so he might shy away sometimes when he becomes aware of what's going on. It's like his mind can't process that other person wants to be romantic with him.

•Jason can get really protective of you and this worsen a little bit more if you're a civilian who knows little to nothing about self defense.

•Jason is a cuddle monster, having you between his arms is soothing and lovable. He loves this little domestic things, but it's better if he's the one on top of you or hugging because he can get out of the touch easier.

•It's better to not fight with Jason, he's not going to hit you or anything, in fact he prefers to cut his own arm with a fork before landing a hand on you.

•However, he can say some mean and hurtful thigs because he wants to win the argument regardless of how bad the consequences might be.

•It might not look like it, but Jason loves to do the silly cheesy things with you.

•He will engulf you into a tight hug and then give a breathless kiss anytime he comes back from a long mission, having you to cook with him regardless if you know what you're doing just because he thought it would be cute, cuddling with you in the sofa and read a book or just watch a movie (Jason will fall asleep snuggled up to you because he feels safe)

•Jason has night terrors and he can turn pretty paranoid whe he just wake up from a nightmare, so it's better if you stand back for a moment until he calms down and realizes that nothing bad is happening.

•He keeps a gun close to him in case something happens and has night light because he can truly stand to have the whole bedroom in complete darkness, also he tends to keep you close to him when you're sleeping togheter because, even when Jason is asleep, he needs to know you're there.

Dick Grayson

•Dick is a sweet boyfriend, he's caring and charming to the point that sometimes you wonder if you're dating a prince.

•Dick's supportive of your interests and will cheer you up if he feels like you're lacking motivation. He will praise you and give you a compliment whenever he notices you did something good or when you go to tell him a good new.

•It's hard to have some alone time with him thanks to his busy schedule. Dick can't stay still, he needs to work and protect the city, because he cares about the others but also needs the action to live.

•Dick is a cheerful man, the occasions were he hits rock bottom are odd but they happen.

•And he tends to close himself to the world and drown in his own sorrows for a while. It's hard to see him like this and the worst part is that he doesn't want to ask for help until his mind is a little less darker.

•Dick is a really affective boyfriend, he will grab your head and pepper it with kisses as he says how much he loves it, also he has the habbit to put an arm around your shoulders or waist whenever you're walking together.

•Another thing he always do is pulling you back to the bed and put himself on top of you so you won't go.

•Dick would nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck and give it a kiss before going back to sleep.

•Dick is a man low-key scared of commitment, but will still idolize you.

•It's hard for him to settle down and decide for one thing, he will overthink everything and try to look at your current situation for every single angle possible, however, in his eyes you're a great person, sexy and just amazing.

•He might even twist everything and think you're already dating when nothing really has been confirmed.

•Okay so this one goes for his Titans version: I don't know why, but I feel that sometimes Dick can manipulate your needs and turn them into his own desires, to be more concrete emotional blackmail.

•He could do this unconsciously and without really wanting it, because once he realizes what he did he will feel very bad about himself, which would lead him to isolate himself from you for a while to think about everything he has done and then apologizing .

•It's hard for Dick to do so because being aware of what he has done to you, but he needs you to know he feels deeply fucking sorry and he understands if you want to broke up.

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scurvgirl · 4 years

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Holy moly I actually wrote something. And while in grad school no less.

Zevran/Male Surana; my boy’s name is Faleris (Fal)

Synopsis: A mage's phylactery is a leash, and they are done with leashes. All they ever wanted was to live, free of the Crows and of the Circle. Fal freed Zevran from the Crows, and it's time for Zevran to return the favor.

Warnings for: Blood, self-harm (for blood magic purposes), near death experiences, implied sexual content

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It did not escape his notice that of all the buildings to sustain damage during the battle, Denerim’s Chantry was one of the least hit. Not to say it wasn’t damaged, but it wasn’t rubble. There was a smudged but clear ring of darker dirt surrounding the abbey, marking the place where so many people decided they would die fighting to protect the Chantry. He could contemplate the sadness of the loss of life, but now was not the time. Rather, it was fortunate for him and his purposes this night.

Zevran slipped into the Chantry, quick and unnoticed, the shadows concealing him like a familiar coat. His steps made no noise, his eyes were quick, his decisions quicker. Not so long ago, he would have been reveling in this, the knowledge he was in a place he wasn’t supposed to be, about to do something many did not want to happen, but also something some did want. So much had changed in a short amount of time. He wasn’t that man anymore, and thank the Maker for that.

“The elvhen word for love is vhenan.” Fal whispered, gently running his finger down Zevran’s arm.

“A pretty word,” Zevran murmured sleepily.

“I think...I think my father was Dalish, because he would say that sometimes. I remember him saying my name and that. Vhenan.”

“Amor…”

“And this word, I want it for us. I want it for you...vhenan.”

The corridor was lit with the bare minimum number of candles, casting large shadows that made this easy. None of this was easy though.

The door he wanted was located in the Revered Mother’s quarters. Zevran happened to know she was currently occupied at the palace, praying over the brave souls who risked their lives during the battle. The Chantry had unfortunately been too small to house all of them, and the newly minted King had graciously allowed the use of the palace to serve as an infirmary.

Zevran opened the door with the key he had swiped from the Mother earlier in the day. The door lead to a dark downward sloping staircase that Zevran descended swiftly. There were no sounds of activity, but there was another barrier he would need to pass in order to reach his destination.

His ears pricked and he stopped, listening carefully.

“I love your ears,” Fal purred, nibbling at the sensitive lobe.

Metal scraped against stone - Templar. A lone one given the limited sounds and the fact that he knew that the Templars were largely called to assist in other areas of the city that had sustained significant magical damage.

Relying on his hearing and hands, Zevran finished descending the stairs. The landing was small and the templar stood guard at a wide, metal door. There wasn’t much room to maneuver, but Zevran was nothing if not skilled. Leveraging all his quickness, Zevran rounded the edge of the room, maintaining himself in the templar’s blindspot. He dropped to the floor behind the templar, struck out with his legs, knocking the guard to the ground.

“Oomf!” Zevran grabbed hold of the helmet and slammed it into the ground once, twice, until he was sufficiently knocked unconscious. There. He’ll wake up with a nasty headache and bump on his head, but he wouldn’t be dead unlike many of his fellows.

Zevran picked up the key loop from the templar’s belt and went to the task of opening the door. There was a total of four keys to open the damned thing, but he was determined.

“You’re quite talented, you know,” Fal said, fully clothed in broad daylight, watching Zevran sharpen his knives.

Zevran quirked a brow, “I am happy to show you my talents.”

Fal rolled his eyes, “Outside of lovemaking and death. I mean, your mind, you’re clever.”

The door swung open and there he was, standing inside a vault full of blood, but he only wanted to find one.

“I wish I wasn’t a mage sometimes,” Fal confessed, his body turned away from Zevran’s.

“Why? Your magic is beautiful, and quite enjoyable.”

“It’s a leash. No matter how good I am, how much I try, they’ll always hunt me down if they so much as think I’ve stepped out of line. An elven mage? We’re hunted.”

Zevran turned over and wrapped his arms around Faleris, holding him tightly, angry at a world that seemed determined to villainize his lover. “I won’t let that happen.”

There were thousands of vials, hallways full of racks of blood with neat labels. His skin itched from the magic permeating the air, making him angry at the hypocrisy. It was blood magic, using a mage’s own blood to track them, not that the Chantry would ever admit it.

Fal relaxed in Zevran’s arms, “When I don’t dream of darkspawn, I dream of them. I prefer the darkspawn.”

As clever as Fal believed him to be, Zevran had no idea how the vials were organized. He started with the obvious thought, alphabetical, but it there were only clusters of alphabetized vials. There were no consistent...wait, there. He gently moved a vial to the side, finding a plaque reading “9:1 Dragon”. Of course, they were organized by the year each mage was harrowed. Fal had told Zevran of the Harrowing, how they stuck demons inside of apprentices and expected them to resist it otherwise they were killed. Or even worse, they weren’t even Harrowed and were made tranquil.

Zevran moved through the racks faster after that, checking the dated sections, going further back and to the left until he found a half-full section labeled “9:30 Dragon.” This was it, Fal’s phylactery had to be here...and there it was. There weren’t many phylacteries for the year, given the state of affairs, but there was Fal’s - a small, glass tube that looked like every other vial in the room. The blood was bright red, the stopper laden with magic.

“I want you to feel something,” Fal whispered, leaning over Zevran, already naked and wanting.

“I already feel it -

“Not that, silly! But this.” Fal ran his hands down his sides, incredible pinpricks of energy and pleasure sinking into his skin. Zevran gasped then groaned.

“It’s my magic, for you. I want you to love it like I do.”

Zevran flipped them over, kissing Fal deeply, “Oh I love it.”

There was no pleasure with this magic, but the prickliness was familiar. The blood was familiar too, though he wouldn’t have known it if it were not for the label. All blood looked the same, but this...this was taken from Faleris when he was just a child, to be tracked if he ever deigned to leave the confines of that prison they call a Circle. Or if he dared to use magic they deemed wrong.

This was it, Zevran thought, this was how he died. It was terrible too, just when he had decided to live again, when he discovered what it was to love and be loved in turn.

“Vhenan! No! No! You can’t, you can’t!” Fal...he was crying and screaming.

“Shh, shh, amor, it’s alright.” He tried to speak, but there was too much blood in his mouth. He knew they were out of the healing poultices. He knew that Fal had no real skills as a healer. He was so gifted in his magic, but healing...it wasn’t one of them. And Wynne wasn’t near.

“Vhenan, I...I won’t lose you. Just...just hold on for me, please.” How could Zevran not do as Fal asked when he sounded like that, when he looked like that - broken and crying, the dirt and blood on his face making his hazel eyes stand out even more?

Fal reached down and pulled out a knife Zevran kept on his belt, and before Zevran could process it, Fal was dragging the knife across his palm. Forbidden words slipped past his lips and the blood spilling from his hand began to move. The pain in Zevran’s body faded slightly, and Fal cut himself again. More pain faded. Another cut. Less pain.

It took five cuts for Zevran to find the strength to reach up and snatch the knife away.

“You will not kill yourself because of me!”

“I’m...fine.” Fal collapsed in Zevran’s arms, bloody and exhausted but alive.

Back at camp, Wynne healed them both and she thankfully said nothing about the obvious carnage done to Fal’s hand.

Zevran left the vault with the vial tucked into his cloak. He had “accidentally” knocked over a couple of the other vials in the vault to make it less obvious that Fal’s vial was missing. After everything Fal had done for the world...the world owed him his freedom at least. Zevran knew that the world wouldn’t give what wouldn’t be taken, so he took it for Fal.

He sneaked his way back into the palace, up to the private bedrooms where a specific elven mage lay unconscious and healing.

He closed the door to the bedroom behind him and took off his outer layers, palming the small vial.

“I know it’s late, mi amor, but when has that stopped us?” He asked the silent man.

“Mm, yes, the Deep Roads. You hated it there, never in the mood for anything fun if you couldn’t feel the sun the next day.” He climbed onto the bed and kissed Fal’s temple gently, careful not to touch any of the bruises that still colored his body.

“I love you, how can I...even if I liked that, how...would you forgive me?” Fal asked, pain clear on his face even in the low light of the fire.

“Mi amor, you have found a way to live. I beg you, live.”

Fal had taken Morrigan’s gamble, and still he was here in this bed, nearly motionless, breathing shallow, and barely clinging to life. Zevran would have hunted the witch if he didn’t know that even this much was a miracle thanks to her.

Zevran crawled into the bed, careful not to jostle Fal. He took Fal’s right hand, pausing to run a thumb over the ugly scar that marred his palm. He kissed the scar for what felt like the hundredth time, hoping it wasn’t his last. He took the vial out of his shirt pocket and pressed it to Fal’s palm.

“You’re free, amor, they won’t ever be able to hunt you. You’re safe.” He kissed Fal’s lips, his heart hurting terribly in his chest. “Now, please, live. Live. ”

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thosequeenboys · 4 years

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Put a Little Love on Me (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

Summary & A/N: This fic was written for @acdeaky for the Secret Santa event, based on her request for a ‘homecoming, friends-to-lovers’ story.’ I selected our lovely lovelorn Joe. The event was expertly planned and organized by @sohoneyspreadyourwings - Sabrina, Darling: so appreciate your clever idea and caring efforts to help us celebrate the holiday season! And, MANY thanks and props to the amazingly creative – and supportive -- @warriorteam1924 for providing story and title song ideas! Happy holidays to you all!

Warnings: Here at The Fluff and Angst…

There’s no place like home…Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz was right, you mused, as you pulled your suitcase, clutching your purse through Heathrow Airport with one goal in mind: curling up in your own warm bed in your tiny apartment and falling into a deep sleep tonight. A museum fundraising consultant, you just wrapped an exciting gig at Tate Modern, rushing out of your last meeting to get to the airport on time. Security took forever, and once you grabbed your bags and put on your shoes, you felt panicked upon hearing your flight was boarding--you had to go to the bathroom-and of course, the gate was the last one at the end of a long corridor.

As you glanced at your phone to check the time, you saw a message on your screen from your oldest and dearest childhood friend, Joe, an actor, who was taping a new show in LA. You and Joe had been through all of life’s benchmarks and vicissitudes together: graduations, career ebbs and flows, romantic ups and downs, friend drama -- and every emotion under the sun. You socialized with each other’s families and knew them all intimately. As kids you set up intricate stories playing Pirate Ship and House. Joe always added humor and mischievousness into the pretend games. As college students, you travelled cross country. Joe and you could always pick up where you left off, though these days, you often weren’t in the same place for very long. It had been months since you had seen each other. Nevertheless, you trusted each other implicitly. You knew each other’s phone passcodes. You served as each other’s emergency contacts. You had exchanged home keys in case of emergencies.

You glanced at Joe’s message:

CHANGE OF PLANS

CHANGE OF PLANS. You were dying to stop and read more, but you had two literal streams of urgency to address. You tossed your phone into your bag and moved your uncomfortable self as quickly as you could. After ducking into a bathroom and accomplishing mission one, you tore out of the doorway and resumed your quick clip, eyeing yellow gate signs in your peripheral vision.

Upon hearing ‘Final boarding, British Airways Flight 1907 to JFK New York’ you sprinted down the corridor and arrived at the gate panting, lining up behind the last few stragglers. The agent welcomed you and you smiled, handing him your ticket. You inched your fingers into your purse to grab your phone as you stepped forward down the boarding plank.

Your heart started to flutter as you read the rest of Joe’s messages:

Taping postponed, long story

Headed back to NY

Catch up when you get back.

HOT DATE TONITE!!!

You threw your phone back into your bag.

As you proceeded onto the plane, you felt your heart pounding, as those last three words kept repeating in your brain like an uncontrollable tick. HOT. DATE. TONITE. As you walked down the aisle, you felt tears well up in your eyes. Sad and jealous feelings were kicked up like the autumn leaves that fluttered skyward when you and Joe jumped into the big pile his dad raked up every Autumn. The emotions cascading through you overtook any rational thought, but you tried. Of course he has a date. Why wouldn’t he have a date. He should have a date….you tried to convince yourself. But the problem was, you admitted as your vision became blurry through your tears, it wasn’t a date…with you. It never was. You didn’t let yourself think about it often, but when your guard was down and the thoughts crept in, you rationalized it was for the best, adding all the usual platitudes: you wouldn’t want to risk ruining the friendship; you probably weren’t the best match for each other anyway; you knew each other too well and would drive each other crazy; your careers were too complicated; it just wouldn’t work.

With shaky hands, you hoisted your suitcase to the overhead bin and crawled into your window seat on the 777. You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, which hitched as you fought your emotions. The Captain came on, “Uh…sorry folks, we have a bit of a delay. Looks like we’re about 15th for take-off.”

The entire plane groaned. Good thing you had an engaging novel to keep you entertained-and distracted. You read, but your concentration didn’t last. You finally let yourself think about the offer presented to you in the middle of your trip-a full-time job at The Getty Museum in LA. You’d be able to settle down and not have to run from gig to gig-and through airports with a full bladder. You needed to make the decision in the next few days – a scary, fork-in-the-road decision that would shape your career, your future and your home. You closed your eyes and conjured images of a possible West Coast future: I’d be safe and warm if I was in LA. California Dreamin’… (1)

Your thoughts of LA led to images of Joe who had been living there the last few months. You retrieved your phone and started to type your response to his texts:

On the plane at Heathrow

Due to land JFK 6:00 EST

Let me know when you’re free so we can catch up

Your finger swayed over the phone keyboard. You would wish any other friend a fun-and successful-date. Here you were hesitating. Your conflicting feelings were out in full force. You decided to don your Big Girl Pants. Seriously though: you were over adulting at the moment. You quickly typed the final line.

Have Fun!!

You sent the text and shut off your phone just as the plane turned the corner to the take-off runway and picked up speed, sinking you back into the seat. Feeling drowsy as the plane lifted through the clouds, you let sleep take over. You woke several hours later to a neck ache and a meal. You ordered a glass of wine and settled in with your book.

Once the wheels touched down in The Big Apple, on the other coast, you turned on your phone. A few texts from friends and news updates appeared. Nothing from Joe. Of course not, he must be on his date, you sighed. Perhaps, finally, your separate lives would prevent you from maintaining the relationship and the easiness - and comfort - you always found with each other.

Your warm bed feeling more tangible, you got yourself through customs and out to a cab, which whisked you toward home as the skyline’s lights flickered outside your window. Suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you saw a light beaming in your purse. You pulled out your lit phone and saw the message from Joe:

Wrong date. Sigh.

Wrong lots of things, but now I realize what’s right.

Welcome home. Talk soon.

Wrong date? What the heck did that mean? Did he mix up the day for his date? What else is wrong? Did something happen with his show? And what is right? Thinking about it all made you more tired and emotionally overwrought. You put your phone away and vowed to keep it away for the rest of the night.

The cab stopped with a sudden halt in front of your apartment building. You paid, gathered your bags and walked slowly toward the wrought iron lantern fixtures that adorned the front door and gave off a welcoming glow. It was after midnight London time, and your body felt ready to fall into bed, the weighty duvet-covered comforter lulling you to sleep.

You dug into your bag for your keys as climbed the steps. You opened your front door and saw the small light on your entry foyer table on. That was strange. But before your tired brain could slip into worry, you heard a familiar voice bellow ‘Hello, Madam’ in a British accent. And you breathed. Your face lit up instantly. Your body relaxed and felt energized all at once, because you realized: that voice, in your apartment tonight, unexpected, has always, always been the voice to ground you, warm you, soothe you, entertain you….love you. The voice of home.

Joe emerged through the kitchen, with a wide grin, carrying a wood tray with Hunan Delight take-out containers and a few lit votive candles. You were entranced, but also a bit perplexed.

“Um, Hi, uh, wow, this is a pleasant surprise.” You uttered, truly shocked.

He walked past you a few steps into the living-dining area and put the tray down on the dining table, which he had set with placemats, dishes, cloth napkins, wine glasses and silverware. A low bouquet of freesia and tulips in yellows, pinks and purples dipped gracefully over a small glass vase. A bottle of Moscato was breathing. After unloading the tray and flashing you a wink, he moved over to the stereo, and you followed him. He pressed the button and the familiar strains of one of your favorite songs filled the air and Joe, ever the showman, able to emote and entertain in any setting, moved his hands in grand gestures as he sang along…

“Put a little love on me, put a little love on me. When the lights come up and there’s no shadows dancing I look around as my heart is collapsing ‘cause you’re the only one I need…to put a little love on me.” (2)

You sank into a chair watching him sing, enjoying his performance and letting the words sink in. His playfulness and grandiosity turned serious and a bit sullen as the song progressed, and you could tell he was getting emotional. By the last chorus, he had trouble getting the words out and he stopped singing. The song ended with Niall’s voice framing the moment.

When the track finished, he stared at you and started to speak:

“So, finally, for once, I ended the date tonight- such a bad date - before we finished our drinks. It was just so wrong. And then, afterwards, I had an entire conversation with myself, quite engaging actually, complete with jokes, historical and pop culture references, and a dollop of self-pity, followed by a kick in the ass – the Uber driver must have thought I was high. And I realized, I admitted, finally – it’s you I was really having the conversation with. I knew just what you’d say. And it’s you, I wanted the date with. It’s always been you. You’ve always been what’s right. Always.”

You covered your mouth, feeling tears welling again. “Oh Joe…..I’m so happy. I…I can’t believe it,” you said as you stood up. You felt that time and reality were suspended. You stopped for a moment and replayed the last few minutes over in your mind, testing reality. Finally, you spoke: “I have to admit, when you wrote me you had a hot date, I felt really upset …..i finally admitted that I wanted your date to be me.”

“I’m so glad you felt that way. And, hey, thanks for jinxing my date,” Joe huffed, jokingly. You both laughed. “I felt it was time to just be honest. I worried if you’d feel the same, but…I…felt it was better to know. And, I figured wooing you with your favorite song by your favorite celebrity crush, would hopefully seal the deal.”

You laughed. “It most certainly did.”

“It was the perfect song, though, I gotta hand it to that dude,” Joe smirked. “So…will you…will you…put a little love on me?”

“A lot of love” You smiled, and then more tears started to drip from your eyes.

“Babe…what’s wrong?” Joe touched your arm with concern.

“It’s good actually…I have this job offer from The Getty and…”

“OhmyGod! That’s fantastic!” Joe leaned into you and gave you a hug. “Are you interested??”

“I am, but it’s hard to picture my life changing so much. Not travelling. Leaving my family, my home…it’s a lot of change to imagine. And, that California sun will wrinkle me like a raisin.” You smirked.

“True on all counts. It’s an adjustment. Well, LA’s felt like my second home for a while now….so we can create a new home together on ‘the OTHER coast’…. Home could be the Pennsylvania Turnpike, Indiana’s early morning dew, high up in the hills of California. Home is just another word for you. (3) Let’s celebrate your new job – and our journey - with some Hunan Delight.” Joe kissed you gently on your cheek and pulled the chair out for you, before taking his own seat.

You sat and poured the wine. Raising your glass, you said, “Here’s to us-past us, present us, future us.”

Joe raised his glass and clinked yours, “Here’s to love.” (4)

Song Notes

1. California Dreamin’ by The Mamas and The Papas

2. Put a Little Love on Me, by Niall Horan

3. You’re my Home, by Billy Joel

4. Here’s to Us, by Halestorm

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The Hybrid: Part Five

Find all the parts HERE

Pairing: Jacob Black x Cullen

Edward Cullen x Jessica Cullen

Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Plot: You are the last witch of your kind, you were turned after you vampire father decided to get back at your mother. In a effort to throurt him your grandmother transferred the magic of the entire coven over to you, so that when you woke a vampire you would have access to your magic but had the speed, heightened senses and immortality . After a century you meet Carlisle and agree to join his family. Everyone thought that you and Edward were going to end up married until he met Bella. You were left heartbroken until you meet a certain wolf.

Fandom: Twilight

A/n: So this is what inspired my story “The Hybrid” so I had to do it. Also the pairing only refers to the certain part. The pairings crossed out are the ones that will come in another part. The majority of this series will take place during Eclipse. Please note that everything in italics is a flashback.

Important! I have made some changes to parts three and two, they are minor but important. So you do not have to re read them, unless you want too, I will briefly explain. After some thinking I decided that the twins are going to be equally as powerful. Which means that Jessica is also a shape shifter and Nik can us magic just as well as his sister. Demetri will also be playing a key role but I go into more detail in this imagine. You will also get to see just how powerful the twins are.

Rosalie's P.o.v

“Despite what everyone may be thinking, she wasn’t mad.” Jasper whispered softly, sighing when our family turned to glare at him. “She was, is actually, terrified. I don’t know what Demetri has done, but whatever it is, it has her and Niklaus, scared stiff. I think she reacted impulsively. I could feel that in that moment she, for some reason, felt trapped, she did the only thing she could think of that would allow her to leave without doing anyone any harm.”

“Of course she’s terrified. What Demetri did to her family, it’s beyond horrific.” Emmett sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning to look at me. “I think it’s time we tell them.” I nodded, taking an unneeded breath before facing out family.

“You know of course, the story of how they were turned, or at least as much as they remembered. What you don’t know is what happened before and it is now important that you do understand. Demetri had tried to get to them but, due to their covens magic, was unable to. Instead he began to weaken the spell that kept him out by luring members of the coven out to him. He didn’t kill them, what he did was much worse. He took his time with the whoever he caught, they learned this when the soul of one of his victims came to them to warn them.’

‘ The victim, a young witch named Emily told them everything. How he would harm her, being sure to draw blood, for days. How he would break her bones just so she couldn’t run. The whole time he gloated about the others, how he would continue this attack until he was able to reach them. This last for several months, every week another would go missing and then their spirit would show up, explaining the horrors they endured. Their fear it isn’t for them, it for us. They are both afraid of what he will do to us if he ever found them. The fact that he now knows where they are is their worst nightmare come true. Add in the fact they know he won’t harm them because of Aro, only makes it worse.”

“Why turn Edward into a ferret then? Esme asked, holding the snow white ferret that was my brother carefully against her chest.

“My guess, she knew that unless she did something, we wouldn’t have let her leave, not when was is that upset. So she did the only thing she could think of. I mean a few hours ago she was laughing to the point of tears over some teacher turning a student into a ferret in whatever Harry Potter book she’s reading.”Emmett answered, smiling softly as he remembered the sounds of her laughter. Carlisle opened his mouth to speak but stopped as a large barn owl flew into the room. Seconds later Nik was standing in the middle of the room, ignoring us as he quickly gathered clothes, throwing them into a bag that he then sat on the window seat.

“Nik..” Esme began, moaning when he only turned once more into the own and soared out the open window, this time with a bag of clothing hanging from his talons. In the distance there was a hoot and Edward the ferret was no more. Esme dropped him at once, breathing a sigh of relief before turning back Emmett and I. “Will they come back?”

“Eventually. Emmett and I will go see them in the morning, hopefully by then Jacob and Niklaus will have managed to calmed Y/n down.”

“Not that it matters. They would never turn either of you into a damn animal.” Edward mumbled, scowling as he came back out, fully clothed.

“It could have been worse.” Alice chirped, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “They could have left you like that until Y/n was able to see reason.”

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Niklaus’s P.o.v

I wasn’t at all surprised to see that Jacob had his window open and that a large snowy owl was sitting on the edge of his bed, hooting softly at him. I rolled my eyes as I soared the window, dropping the bag at Jacob’s feet. At once he bent and opened it, tossing me the pant I had thrown in just as I landed on his floor.

“Sorry about this, between our grandmother and Edward she is both terrified and angry.” I sighed as I pulled my pants on, reaching out to turn him around. The moment our backs were turned Y/n shifted, she was still scared and angry enough that her magic was rolling off her in waves.

“You turned him back didn’t!” She demanded, her voice low enough so it wouldn’t wake Billy.

“Well one of us had too! What do you want to keep Edward as a ferret for the rest of his life?” I asked, growling as Jake tried to turn his head.

“What the hell is going on?”Jake asked, ignoring me completely as he turned around. Thankfully Y/n was dressed, she choose a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tank top. The moment Jake had turned she was in his arms, shaking with silent sobs. He stared at me with wide eyes over his head as I quickly began to explain. As I did Jake moved both him and Y/n to the bed, pulling her onto lap and cuddling his against. Y/n sniffed softly, closing her eyes as Jake began to play with her hair.

“Edward put you both in danger?” He repeated, his arms tightening around Y/n as if they would be enough to protect her from Demetri.

“Unintentionally but yeah. However despite everything, there may be a way we can hide from him.” I frowned as Y/n cut me off, her voice thick with emotion.

“What are you talking about? Nana said herself..”

“That she wasn’t sure if we could.” I cut her off quickly, shaking my head as she began to interrupt again. “I know nana knows a lot, but this is new and completely out of her territory of knowledge. Remember what Jasper said about the new borns? That they are strongest that first year because they still had their human blood running through them, and that afterwards, when it’s gone they are just as strong as a normal vampire. Well it got me thinking, we can’t use our magic against our blood but if, say someone no longer had it.”

“Then we may be able to.” She whispered, relief flooding her features. “Can we talk about this more tomorrow? All I want to do is cuddle with Jacob and go to sleep.”

“Sure thing. Is it okay if I sleep in your sisters room?” I asked. “I would say we would go home but something tells me I am not getting her out of here without a fight.”

“Sure, it’s right across the hall.” Jake muttered, his attention still fixed on Y/n, who had wormed herself free of his embrace to move over to hug me.

“Good night Nik.” She sang, kissing my cheek before turning back to Jake, who had quickly gotten up and back into bed, clearly as exhausted as the Y/n and I. At once she crawled in beside him, curling herself into his side as he threw the blanket over them both.

“Night guys.” I chuckled, smiling at the sight of them. If it wasn’t Jake, who looked like he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time every time she came into view, I never would have left. Since it was though, I shut the door quietly behind me, confident in knowing that my sister was safe.

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Your p.o.v

If Billy was surprised to see Nik and I sitting at his kitchen table, he hid it well. Instead he simply smiled at us both and joined us. Jake sent me a warm smile as he got his father some breakfast, Nik had woken up before us and made bacon, eggs and homefries along with coffee.

“Well you can stay here as long as you want.” Billy laughed as Jake placed a mug of coffee and his breakfast in front him. Shaking his head, he carefully pulled me up from my chair, sitting in before pulling me back onto his lap. I smiled and snuggled in against his chest, loving the way he kept one warm hand pressed against my hip.

“What are the plans for today?” Billy asked, smiling as Jake pressed a careful kiss to my shoulder.

“I am going to show them around La Push.” Jake explained, reaching past with his free hand to snag a piece of bacon. “Then I’m not sure.”

“Ahh well I hope you all fun. I will be going fishing with Charlie.”

The rest of breakfast past in silence, the only sound the scrapping of forks against the plate and then the gentle sound running water as Jake and I silently did the dishes, just enjoying being so close to one another. It was peaceful, but that peace was broken the moment we were all in Jake’s Rabbit.

“So I’ve been doing something. I think Nik has a point, about the whole your magic being able to stop him. I mean he still a threat as are the rest of the Italian blood suckers, but..”

“But it may not be a death sentence.” I finished, biting my lip as I nodded. “I just wish that there was a way to TEST it, to know for sure if our magic can protect us from him, to know for sure that we can protect ourselves and everyone else.”

“So do I. If we can test it, to be sure.” Nik started, shaking his head as if to shake off some thought. “But we can’t. So I say we just act like we can. Put up a spell that will alert us if Demetri or the Volturi leave Italy, I am sure you know one and then take it by year.”

“I know one but.. well I’ve never used it so I am not sure it will work the right way.”

“Try it on someone then.” Jake suggested, reaching out to grab my hand in his own. I smiled as his large hand engulfed mine, something that I would never stop enjoying. I smiled at the idea and nodded, knowing that this was the best way to figure it out. Sighing I closed my eyes and pulled a picture of Rose. Once I had it, I muttered the words, which were in some language that has long since died out. I knew it worked at once, because there was a silver cord connecting us, vibrating softly.

“Right.” I exclaimed, opening my eyes to grin widely at my two favorite people.”Should Rose leave today, we’ll know...” I was cut off by a sharp jab from the line connecting Rose and I. I had barely time to blink before I was no longer seeing the road in front us. Instead I was at home, watching as Rose and Emmett slipped into the car. A route flashed in mind, showing me just where she was headed. As quickly as it came, it left, leaving me feeling light head but pleased.

“What just happened?” Jake asked, his voice so full of concern that it instantly felt bad for causing it.

“Everything is okay, the spell works. Rose is on her way to the boarded. No doubt to scream at me for losing my temper last night.”

“Did you want to go back?” Nik asked, chuckling when I instantly shook my head.

“No I want to see Sam and Emily and then go see La Push. My scolding can wait.”

“Good because honestly, I really didn’t want to leave. I don’t know why, but I woke up this morning with the feeling that I should not leave La Push.”

“Well, seeing as you two are witches, I say we don’t ignore any feelings, especially ones that are telling you not to do something.” Jake laughed, turning to smile brightly at me.

“You just like it because it means she is staying.” Nik joked, earning a playful eye roll from Jake.

“No because who said that I would be leaving her. If she didn’t want to stay here, I would go to your place.”

“Like I would want to leave La Push.” I giggled. “I like it hear, it’s beautiful. Plus I have always been happiest close to water.”

“Sure and the fact that your boyfriend is here.”

“We need to find him a girlfriend. Maybe he won’t be so annoying then.” I joked, laughing as Nik playfully slapped the back of my head.

“Hey I am all for it. No more chaperones.”

“No it would simply mean double dates. You don’t get rid of me that easily Jacob.”

“Worth a shot.”

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Such is life! Behold, a new Post published on Greater And Grander about Old London Town Theme Park Proposal 1

See into my soul, as a new Post has been published on http://greaterandgrander.com/2020/05/old-london-town-theme-park-proposal-1/

Old London Town Theme Park Proposal 1

Old London Town London Themed Land And Attractions A Greater & Grander Proposal

Old London Town Introduction

Focused on family entertainment in a family-oriented community, Old London Town is primed to take advantage of the expanding and profitable industry of themed, location-based entertainment.

Entertainment has become a buzzword of the new millennium: David L. Malmuth, senior vice president of the TrizenHahn Development Corp. has observed, "People are not just interested in buying things. They want an experience, adding that the keys to providing successful experiences are authenticity, fun and participation.” More and more people have money to spend and will spend it on entertaining themselves.

Quality family entertainment is the focus of Old London Town. The construction and commercialization of our park is factored into the initial development phase detailed within. The company's proposed development will be designed to provide the type of family entertainment and adventure the current market demands.

Based on the current entertainment prices and cost of revenue structure in the local amusement and recreation industries, we believe that our anticipated development will have the potential of several million dollars in gross sales in the first year of operations.

Old London Town will be a romanticized version of classical London. Similar to Rome or other cities in Europe, the history of culture will be overlayed in a stratified presentation, ranging from the Romans battling with British tribes, to the legend of King Arthur, to the current cosmopolitan and commercial hub.

Visitors will enter through a replica of the iconic Marble Arch, and will proceed to choose their own adventure in the park, including thrill rides, ferris wheels, shows, and great food. They’ll even have the ability to purchase high-quality and affordable souvenirs, as well as dine on delicious British cuisine.

Old London Town Purpose

The purpose of Old London Town can be many-fold:

To provide a recreation venue where individuals and families can spend quality time in a day-long experience.

To be part of an existing theme park, or themed shopping center outside of the United Kingdom, in order to provide a new and exotic experience to visiting guests. This can also include a themed hotel/casino (ex. The Venetian, or New York New York in Las Vegas), or themed shopping mall (as popular in China).

The design could also potentially be used as the first floor for a themed real estate development (ex. Paris in Tianducheng).

Old London Town Story Theme

What we think of as London is actually not really London. The city of London is actually relatively small. Modern London is comprised of multiple cities and boroughs that have conglomerated together. It began centuries ago when many tribes and people's united whether for security, conquest, or for trade, and evolved into the powerful hub it is today. So the theme of our environment is that there is strength between people when they unite together, even when they unite between the past, the present, and the future.

You cannot live your life just for you. You are part of a whole. You are part of a community. And we all must do our part.

The emotions we wish to convey are camaraderie, and respect for one another as human beings. The setting should be warm but also convey a sense of power and nobility. The visitors should leave with a sense of joy and a feeling of gratitude.

Old London Town Location

An ideal location would be outside a major city in the tropical or subtropical regions of the globe, either as a standalone park, shopping center, hotel, casino, or real estate development, or conversely, as a new land as part of an existing park.

One important note is that what we’ve learned from Disney’s California Adventure is to not locate the park in or near London. Creating a London theme park in or near London is setting the stage for disaster, because there is no incentive for Londoners to visit a theme park that they live every day. Each part of Old London Town is reimagined within the park to be “a romanticized, idealized version of the city, rather than a veritable postmodern spoof of British culture.

Options within the United States that currently have NO theme parks include Houston, Phoenix, Miami, Raleigh, and Nashville. Options around the world include Tokyo, Hong Kong, Osaka, Mumbai (India), Shenzhen (China), Shanghai (China), etc.

Old London Town Map

In order to fulfill our Unity narrative, we want to portray many different versions of London. Each city block will have its own style and theme, including royal block, Arthurian block, modern block, etc. Even though each block will be slightly different, there will be an overall cohesion by employing similar design details throughout.

Old London Town Attractions

CLIMATE CATASTROPHE; A River Rapids ride that takes you through the streets of a flooded London, as the historical landmarks collapse around you, and you surf the wild rapids through Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery. THEME; We must work togethert to be stewards of the planet, or everything will fall down around us.

DRAGON DUNGEON; An indoor roller coaster where guests venture with King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, into an underground cavern where Dragons dwell, and must escape from the fire-breathing beasts. THEME; We must trust in one another and work as a team in order to accomplish great things.

LONDON EYE; A ferris wheel themed to look like the famous London Eye, with LED light shows to be presented in the evening. THEME; Slow down and appreciate the world around you, and take a long look from above at everything we have accomplished together.

Old London Town Possible Alternative/Future Attractions

Hedge Maze - In the event of overwhelming popularity of Old London Town, one possible expansion attraction would be a classically designed, seventeenth-century hedge maze. Similar to famous London hedge mazes like Hampton Court and Hever Castle, this maze would incorporate classic British gardens in a tasteful and organic method. There can be many benefits to hedge mazes, including being a fun family-friendly activity, providing an opportunity for quiet contemplation & reflection, and being low cost compared to other types of attractions. In addition, a fine mist spray would be installed to give guests a source of cooling comfort during the hotter months.

Victorian Era Vehicles - Old-time vehicles that add color to Old London Town with our colorful Cockney chauffeurs; the vehicles include a Fire Engine, Horse-pulled Trolley, Horseless Carriage, and Omnibus (double-decker bus).

Act of Desperation - Derived from the theatre term (I.e. performing a play in five acts), and performed in our replica of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, our cast of comedic misfits will perform hilarious postmodern interpretations of British classics. If you like Shakespeare, you'll love this new version performed in 18 minutes, where everything goes wrong.

Old London Town Other Possible Attraction Tie-Ins

Film franchises have always played an important role in theme parks. For this reason, we’ve identified several franchises and story worlds that could be incorporated into Old London Town:

Alice in Wonderland

Cars 2

Fast And The Furious 6/Franchise

Harry Potter Franchise

James Bond Franchise

Lord of The Rings/Hobbit Franchise

Mary Poppins

One Hundred and One Dalmatians

Phineas and Ferb

The Great Muppet Caper

Thor: The Dark World

Winnie the Pooh

Old London Town Possible Public Domain London-Based Characters

Character meet and greets have been a growing staple of theme parks, for the simple reason that visitors like being incorporated into the characters’ stories. To add additional color to Old London Town, we’ve identified the following characters/stories that take place in and around London that also are in the public domain. This allows us to add extra features and color to the park for low/no-cost.

Sherlock Holmes

Robin Hood

Peter Pan

Dracula

Ivanhoe

Dr. Jekyll & Mr Hyde

Captain Nemo

Allan Quatermain

Beowulf

Captain Ahab

Dorian Gray

Ebenezer Scrooge

Gulliver

The Time Traveler

Winston Churchill

Old London Town Building Design

The building design is meant to represent a mesh of London architecture, presented in a stratified manner. Each block is designed to focus on a different style of architecture, alternating between noble, ancient, modern, and combinations of all three.

The facades of the buildings will incorporate several elements to add scope for guests. For example, the buildings will have at least two-stories for interiors, but will present an exterior of 3 stories or more to add a feeling of grand scope for the visitors, using forced perspective, similar to how the Disney theme parks incorporate forced persepctive to simulate a grander scale. In order to utilize forced perspective, the second and third floors of the exterior facades will be built in 5/8's scale. In addition, the facades will be split to present multiple buildings and multiple landmarks, so one building will appear to be several.

Streets are estimated to be roughly 60 feet wide. From building face to building face: the street is 60 feet (18.2 meters) wide, including a 28-foot (8.5-meter) roadbed and 16-foot-wide (4.8-meter-wide) sidewalks on either side. This measurement is designed to allow for fire truck access and emergency services.

Key functions will be built into the land’s design. For example, outside doors for bathrooms will be disguised as classic London call boxes.

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Amnesia Ch. 15

Camila

While I was supposed to be bringing Lauren back, I ended up staying with her for the last week. I went MIA, but they all understood. Janelle on the other hand was a bit upset at the news, but she got over it and as long as I promised to bring Lauren back in time for the album release, then all was forgiven. Well for the time being it was.

Today was the second to last day before we would both be on a plane back to L.A. and be reunited with the rest of the girls. Then we would everything would go back to normal. Though with the way we’ve been acting this past week, I didn’t know if we would continue this or if it would all disappear when we got back. Would she still want me when we weren’t the only ones around?

“Caaammmzzz.” Lauren moaned from underneath all the pillows she kept on her bed

“Hmm?” I said, leaning in closer to her.

“Stop thinking so hard. It’s too early.” She blindly reached out a hand to find me. I grabbed it and intertwined our fingers. They always fit perfectly.

“I’m not thinking hard. I’m just thinking.” I retorted.

“Well no thinking allowed while in my bed, especially this early. Just cuddle me and give me kisses like you’ve been doing all week.” She moved from under the mountain of pillows and positioned herself next to me. I pushed an arm under her and threw my other one on top of her. I pulled her in close, fitting perfectly together. Everything fit between us, everything was perfect.

I gave her soft kisses on her temple and ears, down her cheek and her jawline. I was still in awe and shock to be able to do this again. It was a dream come true. Something I never thought I would get to do. I never thought I’d get to hold her or kiss those lips of hers. But somehow, she wanted it. She wanted to kiss me and she wanted me to cuddle her like I used to. She may not remember that, but it seemed her body did.

But if her body did not remember, than she must have remembered something that led her to kiss me in the club and then ask me if we could kiss again when I came to bring her back. That was the only logical explanation. And if that was the only logical explanation, than she would tell me if she remembers something right? She wouldn’t keep something that big away from me.

“You’re doing it again. I won’t be able to sleep some more huh?” She mumbled before turning around in my arms and placing soft kisses on my neck.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be thinking but it’s all I can do while you’re in La La land.” She continued to kiss my exposed neck and she went down to my collarbone that was exposed as well. Her mouth went a little too low and I had to move away a little to stop her. “You’re going too far Jauregui.”

“I can’t help myself around you Cabello. You’re just too much for me.” She placed a tender kiss on my cheek and then rolled off the bed. “If you’re not going to let me feel you up to make up for not letting me sleep, then we’re going to go out and have fun.”

I laughed and grabbed a pillow to throw at her. “I am not that easy Lauren Michelle. You’re going to have to take me out to dinner and a movie at least before you get to second base.”

I threw the pillow which she caught easily and then she threw back at me laughing. “I guess I’ll have to plan for dinner and a movie tonight then.” She winked at me before she walked out of the room to her bathroom that was attached.

“In your dreams Jauregui!” I yelled. I could hear her cackling from the bathroom. It was just like old times and it felt really good to be here again. I would just have to ask her later, when there was moment, if she had remembered anything.

“Where are you taking me Lo?” After we got ready, she asked her mom for the car keys and she started driving aimlessly. I recognized lots of where we were going but about half an hour ago, it became unrecognizable. I was a little scared she was taking me somewhere to kill me. I wouldn’t put it past her because of everything I did. Maybe she had been lying and saying that she had forgiven me when in reality she had been secretly planning on killing and dropping me in the swamp for the crocodiles to eat me once she was done.

“Can you just sit there patiently and wait for us to get there? It’s just another 15 minutes.”

“As long as you won’t be wielding an axe at the end of those 15 minutes, then I can be patient.”

“I need to stop watching horror movies with you.” She reached over the middle console and grabbed my hand. She brought it over to her lap and continued to play with it, laying my hand flat with my palm facing up. I leaned over and rested my head on her shoulder.

This was bliss. This had to be a dream. It couldn’t be real. This woman next to me couldn’t be falling for me again. She swore she would let herself fall again. She wished she had amnesia to forget all the moments we shared and she got her wish. She got amnesia right after she had her accident. She woke up with amnesia and forgot about everything that involved me. But now, here she was being affectionate and loving on me. She wanted to hold my hand and she wanted to have sweet moments. She wanted to kiss me. She wanted me. Me, who had shattered her heart, who was responsible for her accident. Me, the one who couldn’t keep herself together. I was her current desire.

“Camz, you’re doing it yet again. Is there something you want to talk about? I’m all ears.” How was it that she always knew when I was thinking?

“I do have a question but I don’t want it to ruin anything you have planned.” I didn’t want to ruin whatever this was with what I was yearning to ask.

“I promise you won’t ruin it. You can tell or ask me anything.” She looked at me briefly since she was still driving, but it was enough to give me the courage to ask her.

“Okay. Well, I was wondering if you remember something? Um because you’re just…this is all surreal to me. I keep wondering if I’m going to wake up any minute.” I pushed away from her and went back to my side of the car. I turned in my seat a little so I could look at her while she responded to me.

“I didn’t remember anything. I just had a little help from Alexa and Vero. That is all.” Now, usually the Lauren that was hiding something would not volunteer something like that. She would walk around the issue and then try to avoid eye contact. But this Lauren, she looked at me and her face didn’t show any signs of hidden information so… She had to be telling me the truth.

“What kind of help? Did they tell you everything of your past?” There was also the worry that she knew too much or all of the information and if she knew everything, why wasn’t she shutting me out? Why wasn’t she running from me, yelling for me to go away? Why did she kiss me and keep me closer to her than before?

“Not exactly, but I know enough that I am calm and I don’t think I should have another outburst about it again.” The car stopped suddenly. “We’re here.” I looked out the windshield and I was in awe.

Before me was a beach, but not any beach. It was the beach where she first told me she loved me. We used to come here when we had breaks from our crazy life and this is where she had told me she loved me. How could I forgotten the way to it? I should have recognized the direction she was going. Did she know this is where she professed her love for me?

Did she know that she took me here for our 20th date, with a ukulele in her hand and a blanket in the other? She had built us a little bonfire and we had roasted some hotdogs which we fed to each other. Then when the sun was setting, she had sat behind me and held me while she spoke sweet nothings in my ear. I had already known I was in love with her, but if I hadn’t been, I would have fallen for her there.

I thought that was the end of the evening, but when she pulled out that ukulele and started singing Tell Her You Love Her, tears sprang to my eyes. I got choked up listening to her sing and my heart, my heart was in overdrive. I fell deeply in love that night with her. Especially when she said those three little words to me. And when I said them back to her, her eyes were full of love and hope for us. Hope that we would make it through all of this. I remember that night like it happened yesterday.

“Camz? Are you okay? You’re crying."

"I’m okay.” I wiped away at whatever tears I had falling down my face. “It’s just so beautiful here.”

“I’m glad you think so. It’s my favorite place to come to. Always has been since before I could drive. I’d have to beg my parents to bring me here during the summers before. I figured a beautiful place like this had to meet this beautiful girl I know.”

“Who’s the beautiful girl you know?”

“I’m staring at her.” At her words, my jaw dropped. “Don’t be so surprised Cabello. You know you’re beautiful. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s told you." No, but it means the most when you tell me I’m beautiful. "But I hope I’m the one you want to hear it from the most.”

Was Lauren-freaking-Jauregui trying to flirt with me? Was she seriously doing this right now? Oh my Lord, I was freaking out inside. She was being cute, just like that night years ago. She just had to make me fall for her, didn’t she? She was making me fall harder for her and she wasn’t even trying that hard honestly. She just naturally could take my breath away with anything she did and she already had my heart.

"If I tell you that, it’ll go to your head.“ I leaned into her bubble on the driver’s side and gave her a soft kiss on her left temple. "Take me to the beach Lolo. I want to explore with you.”

We spent hours walking up and down the beach exploring openings and small tide pools. Lauren had packed away a bag with swim wear and lots of yummy food for us in the car when I had been getting dressed. She had been sneaky but it was heartwarming that she had taken the time to get this all ready for us, for me. Getting to spend the day here could only be a sign that I had done the right thing.

Now that the sun was setting, Lauren was setting up to build a bonfire. It was like déjà vu for me seeing this. The only thing missing from this day was the ukulele she had used to serenade me and express her love. I knew it wouldn’t happen this time because she wasn’t in the same head space as me. She was just starting to fall for me or was crushing on me. She didn’t know how I really felt and I didn’t plan on telling her just yet.

“Sitting here with you,” Lauren spoke for the first time since the bonfire had been started. “Seeing this beautiful sun set with you is amazing. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” She was resting against a log that was setup to be used as a chair if needed. Her hair was falling in her face and her top was clinging to her chest from how tight it fit her. The shorts she was wearing barely covered her hips and didn’t go down her thighs past the halfway mark. They were fitting nicely on her, that I ended up ogling her for a little more time than expected. Once my eyes made their way back up to her face, I blushed because she had caught me checking her out. I looked away, my cheeks still inflamed from being caught. It took a few moments for my normal color to return to my face.

“Come sit next to me, Camz.” She patted the sand next to her. I got up from where I was sitting and went to sit next to her. I left a little bit of space between us when I sat down. She moved over, closing the gap between us. Her hip was touching mine and her left leg was touching my right leg when she got closer. I placed my head on her shoulder. She took her arm and wrapped it around me, keeping me close and secure next to her.

“Lauren.” I interrupted the comfortable silence we kept once we had gotten comfortable. I had been staring into the fire, thinking of how to talk to her about our status.

“Hmm?”

“What are we?” I asked.

“We’re Lolo and Camz.” She answered.

“No. I mean, what are we? We’ve been kissing for the past week and doing things people do when they’re in a relationship or dating. What are we doing here?” I was still insecure about what we would be once we got back. What if it all changed and she ignored me?

“I’m okay with whatever you decide.” She said slowly and softly. With me leaning my head on her shoulder, I could feel her heart speeding up in her chest and her breathing was unsteady. __________________________________

Lauren

I didn’t remember crushing on her before, but this past week had been a dream come true for me. She had been here for me and she had put aside everything for me. She was kissing me and not running away. She was here wanting to be with me in a way that was more than friends. I was in bliss. I was happy for the first time in my life. I had what I had been wanting. I had been craving to have this with her and it came true.

Now she was asking me what we were. She wanted to put a label on us and it was so much more than I had expected out of her. If she was willing to make this more than a friendship, I was more than okay with that.

I was growing impatience with her decision making and decided to speed up the process for her. I turned and pulled her into me so we would both be comfortable. I took her arms and placed them on my hips before I leaned in close to her lips, mine hovering just above hers.

“I decide I want this,” With those words, I closed the small gap between us and kissed her soft and slow. Her lips were always soft and they felt so good against mine. They were the perfect match to mine. If I could, I would stay attached to them all day long. I would give up everything to just be here with her.

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This was stupid. This whole fight was stupid and she was stupid if she thought I was just going to go crawling back to her. So I went to the one person who would be able to help me forget, just like she did every time I needed to forget about Camila.

“What happened now?” Lucy opened the front door to her room. She had come to the concert we had tonight and she decided to spend the night here before heading out tomorrow with us to the next concert. I had invited her along for a few concerts because I was missing her. And now I was really glad that I had.

“Like always she has to have it her way.” I stepped through her door and my combat boots thudded against the carpet as I made my way to the mini fridge. I opened it and pulled out some of the mini liquor bottles they hotel had stocked in the fridge. I downed two of them quickly, feeling the burn make its way down my throat. I opened a third one and was about to drink it as well before I felt a hand push my arm that held the small bottle away from my face.

I turned to look at Lucy who was staring at me with quiet rage. Her eyes were staring daggers into mine and her face was none too pleasant to behold.

“Every time…” She shook her head and lowered her head for a moment before she looked at me again. “Every time Camila breaks your heart, you come running to me and the first thing you do is drink. I hate seeing you like this Lauren. Trust me, I don’t like it anymore than you do, but drinking your sorrows away isn’t going to stop her from breaking your heart.” She took the bottle from my hand and poured it down the drain. I hardly resisted her grip when she took it from me.

She had a point, but it just helped me forget for the moment. It helped me forget how broken I got over Camila. She knew that. She never stopped me before. So what was different this time that she had to stop me? Why was she stopping me from getting flat out drunk?

“You always help me forget her. You help me reach that edge and help me fall over it. Why do you care so much now? Why do you want to stop me now?” I closed my eyes after I said that and I was brought back to the fight with Camila. The way she had blatantly ignored me all night. She dismissed anything I would try to say to her. She didn’t care about. She only cared about herself. I wasn’t important.

“Because I love you Lauren. You’re my friend and I’m just letting you destroy yourself. I’m letting you destroy yourself over some girl who doesn’t love you like I do. If it was me, I wouldn’t treat you like you were nothing. I would give you the world instead.”

Lucy’s word shocked me. I never thought she had feelings for me that way. I had moments where I thought she and I had chemistry, but there had never been any moments where she had leaned in or I had leaned in to see if it was actual chemistry between us.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I knew the next move would not be great, but I had to know if she was worth the risk. If this would help me mend my broken heart. So I leaned in ever so softly and brushed my lips against hers. I pulled back to see her reaction, but her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored, so I brushed my lips against hers again and this time she threw her arms around my neck.

We stayed lip-locked for a few moments before I pulled back again. This was bad. This was very bad because the chemistry was there. And it felt just as great as it did with Camz, if not more than what I felt with her.

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I jumped back from Camz like she had a disease. This was not supposed to be happening. I wasn’t supposed to be remembering kissing some other girl. I was supposed to have myself together and be happy with L-Camila; with Camila. Camila was the girl for me. That is what I knew. I didn’t know anything with Lucy. I didn’t know of any chemistry with her. What the hell was happening to my perfect world? Why would my brain choose such a bad time to remember? Just when I was happy. My life had to turn upside down again.

“Lauren? What’s wrong?” Her face was full of worry and she was bitting her lip like she usually did when she didn’t know what to do. The peace she had felt moments before with me was gone and I couldn’t do anything to fix it for her. Not with this new information.

“Uh, I have to go. I’ve got to do something.” I got up from where I had pushed myself and looked for the key to the car. It would be such a dick move to just leave her stranded here so I gave her the key and decided I would just walk back to figure this out. “ Here’s the key. I’ll see you when I get home.”

I took off running once I had given her the key. I ignored her pleas to ask me to stay and I could only think of the night in the club when I had been the one to ask her to come back to me when she ran. I was doing to her what she did to me, but this time it wasn’t because I was scared. It was because I kissed fucking Lucy in my memory. I kissed Lucy and I liked it. And…I had been fighting with Camila. About what? I couldn’t say, but it looked like we had fights all the time and Lucy was my person when it happened.

She confessed her love for me in that memory. She told me she loved me as a friend, but she also told me that she give me the world because she loved me. Lucy wasn’t saying it as a friend that time. I could gather that much understanding from the memory.

This was a mess. What had I been doing before? Why was I in such turmoil? Why would Camila cause me so much pain that I would want to drink? Why did she ignore me and just be done with me? But here she was kissing me and wanting to hold me and hold my hand. Which one was real? Which one was fake?

But I knew one thing right now, I had to get to Lucy’s house before going home. I knew I had to know why this was happening and I had to get more information out of her. She would be the only one who could help me solve this mysterious memory. It gave me some more information, but it didn’t give me everything I needed.

So I ran and I kept running until I was at Lucy’s house out of breath in the middle of the night. It took me a good 20 minutes to get here and I was physically exhausted but my brain was in hyper active mode. It wanted to know more information and I could not deny it because it was what I wanted. I needed to know.

“Lucy!” I yelled through deep breaths as I knocked on her door. I kept at it for a few minutes until the porch light turned on and a Lucy Vives was standing in front of me.

“What the fuck Lauren? Why are you yelling?” She was angry and she was standing in front of me in her bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wasn’t wearing makeup. And for once, I could see why I had kissed her in my memory. She wasn’t unattractive in the least bit. She looked good, really good.

Out of breath, I reached for her and I kissed her. I kissed her with everything I had. I put all the emotions from the memory into the kiss. She kissed me back for a few moments, but she stepped back. She stepped back and looked at me in shock at what I had done.

“Why?” She asked me. I ignored her question and tried to kiss her again. I succeeded for a moment, but she pulled away again from me. She pulled away and put her hand in between us to stop me from coming any closer.

“Lucy.” I growled.

“You remember something, don’t you?” She asked me. She was still in shock and you could see she was trying to process what had happened.

Why even deny it? “Yes."

"Why kiss me though? I thought you were happy with Camila right now.”

“Why would you tell me you love me? Why would you tell me you love me after a fight with Camila?” I stood back. Her hand fell off my chest. “Why would you let me kiss you then and why would you stop me now?”

“Camila is who you’ve always wanted! You never wanted me unless she wasn’t emotionally there with you! So don’t you get mad at me for telling you that I loved you when I had the chance. I’m in love with you Lauren! I always have been!” Lucy who had been angry was not there anymore. Instead I was faced with an empty shell who was crying. She was crying and a pain shot through my heart at the sight.

“I’m sorry Luce.” I mumbled. “I didn’t know about that. I just had that memory where I kissed you for the first time I assume. I never meant to hurt you.” I never meant to be the person she was talking about. I never meant to break anyone’s heart.

“And that’s what she always told you. Then you would go running back to her the moment everything was peachy.” In her voice, you could tell she was emotionally tired and this was something she had dealt with plenty of times.

“What happened between us Lucy? What happened between Camila and I?"

"I’m tired of the same song and dance. If you want to know more, you’re gonna have to ask her. I’m done.” She sighed. “Just go Lauren. Go. I can’t be here with you right now. I can’t look at you and know you’ll choose her in the end anymore. You always do.” She spoke while she continued to cry and I felt useless because I didn’t know what to do and she didn’t want me here anymore. She wanted me gone. So I abided. I left her crying at her door, walking away from all the emotional wreckage I had created by showing up at her doorstep tonight.

It didn’t take me long to get home. I lived in the same neighborhood as Lucy. That was one of the things that made it so easy for her to come and visit me the first few weeks I was home from the hospital. But now it seemed like we had more distance between us than we ever had. I felt like she was on an island and I was drifting away with the tide from her.

Arriving at home, I was dreading seeing Camila. Even though Lucy had told me to ask Camila, I knew she wouldn’t tell me but, I couldn’t face her after I had kissed her and then gone and kissed Lucy shortly after. She was expecting us to have a title, but I couldn’t give that to her anymore. I was conflicted. I didn’t know which way to turn.

Before tonight, I was so sure of myself. I was so sure that I wanted Camila and now I didn’t know who to choose or if I was supposed to choose. Lucy said I always chose Camila over her. She said I did this all the time. Alexa had told me I always had a crush on Camila, but she never mentioned anything about Lucy. She didn’t give me that heads up. Did she not know or had Vero not allowed more information to come out?

“Lauren? Is that you?”

I stopped walking when I heard that sweet voice that tortured me in my sleep. Camila was sitting on the porch steps to my home. I wondered how long she had been sitting there, waiting for me to come home. I wondered if she was cold or if my parents knew we were home. I wondered about everything but what I was supposed to be focused on. I didn’t want to think of that. I didn’t want to think of what had happened in the last hour and a half.

“Lauren. What happened?” She stood up and walked closer to me. I had stopped walking halfway up the driveway when she spoke. “Why did you run away?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I started walking up the driveway again. She stepped in front of me and she didn’t let me pass any further. “Move Camila. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.”

“No. Not until you talk to me.”

“Well tough shit because I am not going to tell you anything.” I crossed my arms and didn’t look her in the eye. If I did, I was sure to cave in and tell her. I was already breaking from the way I left Lucy. If I broke Camila like I did Lucy, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“You told me to decide how I wanted this to be. I decided on girlfriend and you don’t get to just walk away and not tell me anything.” She stood firm and she wasn’t going to give up any ground. I could tell that from her tone.

So I did the one thing I could do. I did what would break me more, but just so she could leave and I could fall asleep. So I could fall asleep and not wake up to this nightmare that was my life right now. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have.

“Girlfriend? I never agreed to that!” I put all the anger I had into the next few words. “I would never be your girlfriend! You’re an emotional wreck that I could never learn to love.”

She slapped me so hard once those words left me mouth, that I thought I was seeing double for a few moments. With those little words of mine, I saw the light die inside her eyes. I watched as the darkness consumed her. The Camila I had been falling for, she disappeared from view and was replaced with something vile. I didn’t recognize her anymore.

It was all my fault why she was like this now, but I had to do it. I had to do it to protect her and to protect myself. Because if I had screwed up Lucy, then I had done the same to Camila. Until I could figure out what I wanted and I was sure, I had to break her just as much as Lucy.

#UPDATE #series #non AU #camren #based on song #angst drama #submission #Amnesia

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