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strangcland‌:

Tadashi chuckled and turned to the person behind him in line. He hadn’t expecting to start a conversation so early in the morning, but he had always been one to welcome it. “Hey, it’s still free sweets, you can’t really complain about that though,” he said, flashing a smile. “It’s probably the boring answer, but honestly, cake all the way. Nothing beats the satisfaction of cutting a nice, layered cake, y’know?” 

“ugh i know, i’m definitely not complaining, but my days of sugar crashing are not making it too easy,” she laughs softly, “i don’t think that’s boring, ‘cause i can get behind a good grocery store funfetti cake, although i’ve always had a soft spot for red velvet. ”

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plasticdxntshine‌:

JULIA is a bit suprised by the question. she never minded small talk, and she had the ability to be smile before her coffee ( unlike some ) but this threw her off a bit. 

“ cake, ” she finally answers after some thought. “ my mother wasn’t the best cook, but she could bake. or at the very least, she was good enough that i could learn from her, ” she admits with a laugh. the memories cause her to miss her mother, if only momentarily. “ all that says though is that’s what i used to bake the most, thus eat the most, at home. ”

allison nods, swallowing thickly. she didn’t think about her mother that often living here, but occasionally, the odd comment will spark something, a memory. “do you still bake today? what’s your favourite kind of cake to make, if you had to pick one,”

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glcsshecrts‌:

he knew what she wanted - she wanted the jason that had never failed her, she wanted the jason who laughed and laughed and laughed in the face of danger, the jason who had fallen madly in love with her after he laid eyes on her the first time.. the jason who hadn’t failed her , right until their very last day together.   still, he wasn’t that man anymore and.. jason believed she knew it. deep down, she had to know that.. without her, he had become a creature made of grief and revenge and hatred towards the people who had hurt them. 

he didn’t think he could come back from revenge when he had started down that path, because he simply believed he would not survive it. when you start down on the path of revenge, dig two graves.  he supposed that old saying was true - after all,  during his attempt to kill baby, he had been brought down as well. not that it mattered, though.   after he had lost monica, he had wanted nothing more than to join her, because.. what was life without her?

what was life without the only person he had ever loved and who had loved him back?

 she knew him better than anyone, after all. she knew the flaws , the insecurities, the man behind buddy.. she knew all of him and yet, for some reason that jason hadn’t been able to figure out just yet, she had stayed with him. had loved him, had stayed with him.. didn’t she deserve better than this? better than him? jason was sure of it . 

 “don’t you understand, monica? it isn’t just a redo in our lives, we were .. we were fucking dead and.. something brought us back. don’t you understand how weird it is? you and i both know that no one gives anyone anything for free. i was a fucking police officer here , before i remembered everything , that is.  surely the irony doesn’t escape you.” 

  he can’t look at her, because.. because if he does, he will lose everything. he will lose himself, he will lose his fucking mental sanity, because.. how many times had he wished for this to be possible? how many times had he gotten down on his knees and prayed,  prayed to a fucking entity that he had always ignored before, to just.. get her back? he had sworn that he would do anything, absolutely anything and.. apparently, he had defied death. they both had. “and.. i promised i would do absolutely anything and everything in my power to give you the life you deserved.” he finished for her, a frown spreading through his expression, as he did his best to not cry. please, don’t let me break down, not in front of her.. please, please, please.

“i didn’t and.. i’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. i’d hoped you wouldn’t , either. i hoped you realized you deserved so much better than me, but.. it seems old habits die hard.” 

he was tired, so.. so, tired. he wished that whoever had brought him here - whoever was pulling all of the strings in his life now -  by bringing him back, by bringing monica and baby and fucking debora back, would just get it over it and pull the fucking trigger. jason was tired of hurting, jason was tired of suffering and, above all.. jason was tired of losing.

 “i wanted.. all i wanted was for you to be happy. be it in nebraska, be it in california or miami.. all i ever wanted was you.”

  jason had never cared if they were on the run,  he didn’t care if they were broke.. all he ever wanted was to be with her. all he had ever wanted was her and.. he had lost her. failed her. 

couldn’t she understand that?

 couldn’t she understand that.. she deserved much better than him? 

he couldn’t listen to her talking that way about herself, that was for fucking sure.  “don’t you get it, monica? you’re not the curse, i am.  i failed you - i.. i should have been there, for fuck’s sake! “ without even thinking too much about it, his fingers moved to the tattoo on his neck - his, the one that matched hers, before he shook his head.  “i’m not drunk, i.. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.”

 fuck it, because.. he couldn’t be way from her for much longer. whatever hell this was, they were together and.. that was all that mattered. jason crossed the room with a few quick steps, closing in the distance between the two of them as he pressed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss, hand moving to the back of her head. he kissed her until he couldn’t breath and.. god damn it, he had missed her. he had missed her so fucking much and.. it hurt. 

when he pulled away from her, jason sighed. “ i won’t rest until i kill the fucking kid for you. his girlfriend too and doc, if he ever shows his ugly face around here and then.. maybe.. we can be together. maybe. when i’m worthy of you. when i’m not a fucking failure of a husband.”

this came at a price, she reasoned. all of this. meeting up with him again, being able to fufill her long lost pipe dream of the salon. it was all balanced out by the fact that she wasn’t ever getting her fairytale ending. 

she could be the meanest bitch this side of the street, and she could throw punches like nobody’s business, and yet she’s still holding back words that threaten to fall. she wanted to shake him, tell him how goddamn stupid he’s sounding right now. 

“damn it i-” she wanted to say so much more, but she couldn’t gather her thoughts quickly enough to say the right thing. 

“we can still have that life, it’s not too late,” she sighs heavily, shoulders heaving with the breath. “at least i don’t believe it isn’t. i love you jason, you were supposed to be my fuckin’ soulmate for fuck’s sake!”

her cheeks are heating as she yells, (and she never yelled at him like this), because she’s just so unhinged

and then he’s shutting her up, but she’s ever so grateful for it. his hands in her hair, foreheads mere inches, and then it’s over, fluttering eyelashes against golden skin, and she’s back to the beginning. 

“don’t you dare” her tone is pointed, poisonous even, as she jabs a coffin shaped nail into the air. “you’re not going to jail for me, not again, not here and sure as ever, not now.”

a knowing finger is raised as she begins again, hand clocked against her hip. “i’ve cleansed my hands of that, what i did, who i was, and whoever i was before i died, who you remember, she’s not here, but i’m still your wife, and i’m not letting you go out and slander people.” 

and it was mostly true, she’s kept her record mostly clean, a few minor misdemeanours but that was it. “tell me you won’t hurt them, promise me.” she doesn’t want this blood on her hands, she never asked for any of it. 

“we could be that couple we always wanted to be y’know,” the words escape with an airy sigh “hell, we could even get a dog, and you know how much i said no years ago.” she’s mostly talking to get him to just stay.   

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trckarrows‌:

“uh…” carl replied, brows knitting together as he paused to think for a moment. “probably donuts. my dad was a sheriff’s deputy, so– maybe kind of stereotypical, cops and donuts and all, but…” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders, chuckling. “what about you?” he asked, raising a brow as he looked over at allison. “what exactly does me being a donut kid say about me, though?”

“see that’s a good answer!” the dark haired girl chimed, a smile tugging at her lips. “definitely cupcakes, most specifically, the ones that came with the little rings on the top,” she hums softly, mulling it over in her mind “donuts are the unconventional birthday treat, so you’re probably a bit of a wild card - or am i totally off there?”

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idlebrained‌:

      blue eyes are gently peeled off the page of the book in her hands. her gaze drifts as she mulls over the question. ❝ actually—neither, ❞ hope decides, the smallest hint of grin tugging at the corner of her lips. never the normal answer, huh, mikaelson ? ❝ i was a beignet kid, ❞ she explains, glancing behind her shoulder at the girl standing behind her. ❝ i’m pretty sure i tried to live off of them at one point. ❞

“beignets? really?” allison couldn’t remember the last time she had one of those. “gosh my birthday parties must’ve be tame in comparison to yours then!” she moves to the counter to receive her coffee order,  “i’m pretty sure i was a cupcake kid, if memory serves me right. nothing beats frosting, in my humble opinion,”

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xxdamagedxheartsxx‌:

The subsequent months had been anything but easy, in fact, Stefan would describe it as his own personal hell, a hell in which he was unable to escape. The more he tried to fight his desire for human blood, the harder it became. In fact, Stefan often chose not to feed. As the thoughts of hurting a human life entered his mind once more, he just wanted to blank it out. The feeling of numbness was overwhelming and one of the obvious reasons why he remained distant and away from most.

At the mention of blood, Stefan’s jaw tensed. His mouth began to water. Stefan could taste the blood in his mouth. He swallowed thickly. The vampire inhale slightly, trying to once again ignore his desire. A desire that never went away, regardless of how hard he tried. “ I’m not sure I’m really either” The response fell casually from but brims of his mouth, as he let out a small but laugh. 

allison’s face pulled into a mock-pout, “did you not have birthday parties as a kid then? or even attend any of your friends?” a huff escapes parted lips, “wait, don’t tell me.. you’re a boring person who won’t eat sugar?”

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mxgicisms‌:

“hi, i was just wondering if i could ask you a few questions.” betty held her notebook and pen in her hands, a smile on her face. “have you heard anything about any type of… cult activity on the island?”

it takes everything in allison to not look utterly bewildered by the conversation that was unfolding in front of her. but if her acting skills were going to come in necessary anywhere in this town, it might as well be here and now. “ uh, i’m sorry, what exactly do you mean by a cult? are we talking planned rituals or just that weird group of stoners who hang around the park?”

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“there’s been so many birthdays in my classroom this week, that i swear my blood type is made up of refined sugar and neon cupcake icing,” 

it was far too early for this, she realized, especially in line for coffee, but allison was always the type to speak her mind, and even so, she was never opposed to striking up conversation. 

“were you a cupcake, cake or donut kid? ‘says a lot about you y’know.”

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ofsecondwinds‌:

“you can have one, if you want. i sort of goofed them up a little bit, so i’m giving them away for free.” he nods towards the basket of wrapped cookies beside the register, wiping flour from his hands as he comes to the counter.

the cookies in question are just fine, albeit a little misshapen, but they don’t meet cedric’s standards for charging someone to eat them. “there’s nothing wrong with them taste-wise, they just… they’re sort of ugly, if i’m honest.”

“hey now,” the darker hair girl chides, gladly reaching out to break off a piece for herself “i’d like to believe that there’s no such thing as an ugly cookie, or any baked good for that matter,- these are good!” 

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drxcolucius‌:

❝*• “these blasted muggle machines,” draco cursed to himself, aiming a kick towards the vending machine that had currently stolen his money without given him the chocolate bar he had been after. he knew he could be an acquired enough taste at usual times, but it got five times worse when he had low blood sugar. 

perhaps that was why the doctor in charge of monitoring him had sent him out on a snack run, which would undeniably have been great if the bloody machine would actually work with him. god, he missed the manor house elves sometimes. “i should just set the damn thing on fire.”

“that’s not going to do anything y’know,” monica chirps, as if it’s already not the most obvious thing here. “you’re going to have to buy something else if it’s stuck - to knock it down. and even so, do you really want those processed hostess pies that badly ?”

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fckarchetypes‌:

skye sends the last kid off with their parents, smiling and waving until they’re out of sight. the building is near silent as he packs his stuff back into his messenger bag and locks up, heading out for the night. it’s a quiet evening, the kind of quiet that skye enjoys, and it has him pulling out a book to read on his walk home. not the greatest idea, obviously. especially when trips over his own feet and ends up dragging someone down with him in his attempt to stay vertical.

“oh my gosh! i am so so so sorry! are you hurt!? please tell me you’re okay?!”

allison was heading back after a quite eventful day at the school, and not one of her first-graders cried at dropoff, which she considered a win. more often than not, she had at least one earphone in while walking, a risky move. 

she hardly has time to exclaim as she’s pulled down with the other. after a split second of quickly checking over her bag and, more importantly, if anything was broken, 

“uh-nope, don’t think so” she responds, already brushing off the front of her skirt, “if anything, i bruised worse trying to staple pictures to a wall using a rolling desk chair,” which she now realizes was not the brightest idea at the time. “are you alright then? i hope you didn’t get the worst of it.”

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ofbewitched‌:

sabrina often had a natural curiosity for most things and was curious to know what others were up to in their free time. if they were willing to share, of course. “consider me your company for a little while,” she nodded, taking a sip of her hot chocolate before setting it down on the table. “what are you up to anyway? anything interesting?” she asked, brows raising, itching to have a conversation that would distract her from the thoughts of greendale lingering at the back of her mind. 

allison smiled brightly at the younger girl, as she took the seat across. “if you find planning writing worksheets for my students exciting.” she motions to her stack of paperwork that she was currently sliding into named folders. “it’s mostly what i’ve been doing, other than buying things for my classroom that i don’t desperately need, but are a very persistent want,” she laughs softly, “twinkle string lights to hang around my teacher desk are obviously a necessity right?”

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etheriahonor‌:

all her life, adora had long blonde hair. it was one of the few things she truly loved about her appearance, one thing that made her feel confident in herself and she cared about unabashed. showing any sort of weakness, any sort of softness, back in the horde had been frowned upon, so she played it off as cockiness, as showing off, back then. now, though, it was just nice to be able to run a brush through her hair and not catch knots, an almost comforting feeling she never got to really have.

she, of course, hadn’t meant to walk into the salon this close to closing, with the music up as loud as it was, but she was suddenly soft in the chest and a little desperate. “ okay, ” she began with a small huff, dressed in nothing too eye-catching, having just come from the gym. “ i know it’s late. and i’m really sorry. but i… i wanna look nice. ” was that too vague ? “ for a girl. ” that didn’t help. “ that’s normally what salons are used for, right ? to help people look… pretty ? ” that was a very unfamiliar word to adora - pretty. she’d only really heard it, felt it, when in the grocery store, meeting that mystery girl she couldn’t recall the name of.

she stands for a minute, almost taking inventory of the other’s appearance. and she sighed again, moving to unlock the door. propping it open with her hip. she was grateful that it was another female opposite the door and not some utter creep of a man coming to torment her. “well, i can make the exemption, just this once though.” her reputation of tough bitch couldn’t be tarnished this easily. 

“if you stand out there any longer i’ll be lettin’ in all the cold air, so get with it now,” she pulls a tie off her wrist and effortlessly pulling her own hair back into a bun, she laughs softly at the comment, head tilting forward as she did so.

 “i guess you can say that’s our job, to make people look pretty, if only for a minute.” heels echo on the tile as she pulls various clips and hot tools from drawers at the first station. “you got a cute date soon or somethin’ huh? is that it? someone you wanna impress?”  a glimmer of a smile crosses a perfectly crafted mug. 

she’s always had a soft spot for girl talk, her old life not alocatting for much of it. the rush of being able to tap into something so docile yet empowering at the same time. “ you’ve got gorgeous hair there love, somethin’ i don’t see too often here,” darling circles the blonde, humming under her breath “i wouldn’t want to mess it up by colourin’ it, but would you be opposed to having it curled?” 

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rnortalboys‌:

he spends a few greedy moments just crying, face buried in her chest, allowing himself to be held. he hasn’t cried like this in years, hasn’t let himself feel fucked up about everything that had happened, and it’s like a dam breaking, drowning them both.

“i’ve got-” it’s a few minutes later when he sniffles, tries to collect himself. “i’ve got luther and klaus, with me. they live with me. i haven’t seen vanya or diego.”

he might not be her five, but she’s not his allison either, and they just have to live with that. he’s already made his peace with being younger than everyone else, had made that years ago when he’d first encountered klaus.

“i meant to come back. i meant to travel a few days into the future, or the past, and prove my point to him. i didn’t- i didn’t mean for this to happen.” i didn’t mean to get stuck. “did everyone just think i had died, when i didn’t come back?”

she’s still shocked that half of her family had arrived, mostly unbeknownst to her and somehow, by whatever power was keeping her here, everything she’s known has shifted. 

“i mean, you were always wanting to do the next unimaginable thing, test every limit dad ever set for us,” she shook her head, bitter laughter escaping, “it’s a wonder you didn’t come back any later,” 

“we didn’t know,” she sighs, frowning softly at five, “no one really wanted to say it, or admit that maybe something went wrong after you left that day, so we all just pushed it out of our minds until you came through the portal that day. i know vanya still held out for years for you, would even turn on all the lights, incase you were lost i guess. ” she glances down at her hands, “we all had to grow up fast and it was strange, and unexpected, and i hated not seeing everybody again except when someone got married or died,” allison wouldn’t outwardly admit it, but her acting career got in the way of her family commitments a lot back home, and she knew it wasn’t right, but used it as a crutch to not face the issues she had with them. years of unsettled feelings she’s suddenly feeling the weight of.

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ofbewitched‌:

sabrina had the most exhausting day. at college she barely remembered enough and to top it all off, the heel of her shoe had snapped on the walk home. it was a disaster of a day so far but upon approaching her regular favourite coffee shop, she went in to order a hot chocolate, glancing round the room to notice one empty seat. shrugging, she headed over, fingers perching on the side of the chair for a moment as she glanced at the other, opposite. “do you mind if i sit here? its the only free seat left. you won’t even know i’m here.”

allison had one of her weekly lesson plans laid out in front of her, and she - ever the perfectionist, was reviewing it yet again, accompanied by her cup of caramel coffee of course. at the sound of another’s voice, she perks her head up, immediately clearing papers off the opposite side of the table 

“ah! go ahead! i wouldn’t mind some company anyways, i swear it feels like a mausoleum in here sometimes it’s so quiet!” her dark sense of humor however, was one of the things that still accompanied her here.  

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gentlekvsses‌:

he knew that voice. he hadn’t heard it in so long. if his stomach wasn’t hurting so much, he would throw his arms around her in a happy embrace. “A-Allison?” He called out to her before turning to look at her. “It hurts… it won’t stop growing..” the tears streamed down his face. “make it stop hurting…”

she’s taken aback for a moment, because this shouldn’t make sense from a logistical standpoint, but then again, multiple things in the town didn’t make sense. her brother shouldn’t be in the flesh in front of her, the last time she saw him they had to have been about twelve, and he is, and he still looks the same but positively ill. “Ben?” her voice catches in her throat as she says it “H-How did you get here?” She’s tucking tight curls behind her ear as concern becomes her main expression instead of confusion. “God don’t answer that yet...I.. I don’t know how to- what can I do to help?”