Y/N had enough. She had enough dealing with a jerk boss that would call her on her days off when her dead-beat coworkers wouldn't work. She was tired of preppy girls picking on her for being Ian's friend when he rose to stardom. But what broke it for was when she learned he slept with a producer to get a role for a big project. Taking her parents' advice, Y/N decides to quit her job and leave Ian's apartment. And while searching for a new job, her singing helps her land a job as a singer and new headliner of a popular cabaret lounge/bar. As things get better for her, Y/N encounters a rising star of a children's show, and although she swore she would not go in too deep for romance again, she can't help but be drawn to Joseph. However, as certain males from Y/N's past come back, she finds herself at a crossroads. Old roommate Shawn. Popular TV Star Joseph. Internet sensation Nick. Ex-boyfriend Ian. Who with Y/N choose in the end?

It seems her mutation was slight, but it was there. She had large bird like wings. They were blacker than midnight. They would be majestic if it wasn't for them being completely mangled. Donnie began patching her up enough so that she would bleed out. Her (h/l) (h/c) was held back by a braid (if you can't/don't like braid your hair just insert your normal hairstyle). Her sword was about the same length as mine, just like April said. It definitely looked heavier. It was pin straight and sharp. The pommel had a blue crystal in it, the grip was strapped with leather. Her cross guard was shining silver. She had one of the most beautiful and deadly swords I'd ever seen.

For centuries Bunnymund has believed he is the last of his kind, the only Pooka left in existence. This belief is about to change and his very world turned upside down when a new Guardian of the Pooka variety makes an appearance. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON. It's my first story so please be nice.

pit pat pit pat. The splash of fat raindrops on the New York cement. "Not now," You had no umbrella, and no rain jacket. Carrying groceries at 10 PM to your one-bedroom apartment. You liked the rain. You saw beauty in things most people would overlook. Many thought you were odd. But for it to rain now, was not exactly convenient You made it home, drenched. Your groceries were fine, so you weren't bothered. You looked out the window to watch the rain. That's when you saw a familiar silhouette spinning on the rooftops.