Following the destruction of Starkiller, Hux is given a choice: exile or death. Taking what crew remains loyal to him and the Finalizer, he retreats to the Wild Space beyond the edges of the Unknown Regions, gathering what information he can and biding his time.
Hey. Okay, so I’ve decided to start posting a Harry story I’ve been working on. I’ve never posted on tumblr before or anything about Harry Styles. I’ve written before but not about something that has required so much research about a real person before. So, bear with me haha. I don’t know how many people are actually gonna read this, but I’m just gonna post it anyway, see how it does.
Massive thank you to @lovingstyles87 for reading my first chapter and encouraging me to post it. She had the sweetest things to say, and, honestly, they mean a lot coming from her, because I love her writing. Honestly couldn’t believe she even messaged me haha.
*Please feel free to reblog and send me feedback! It’s much appreciated :)*
Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.
*Gif is not mine.*
“Micky!” I hear my name being called from the bottom floor of the library. The voice is shushed pretty vehemently, considering it’s the last two days of finals week and people are cramming. I’m here just editing my final paper for my physiology lab, but other people have more important things to get done.
“Oh, fuck off,” I hear Trevor spit out at someone who shushed him. “Micky Bennett!” He gets shushed again, even more viciously than last time. I can hear his footsteps below me, so I lean over the edge of the balcony that I’m sitting at and wave at him.
I met Trevor my very first day at New York University, nearly three years ago. I had only moved to New York from England three days prior, so I hadn’t had a lot of time to go out and meet anyone before classes started. We’re in the same major and we had the same general biology class at nine on Monday morning. We sat next to each other in lecture hall and joked back and forth the whole time about our professor’s awful fashion sense. We made fast friends and have been attached at the hip ever since. He came out and visited England that first summer and stayed with my family for a few weeks while I showed him around. He was a permanent fixture in my house for all the summers following, as well. We made sure to get dorms on the same floor this year and we’ve arranged for the same next year.
Story behind the photos: “The girl departs to the real world, liberated from the prison of illusions. She wants to find a person, who had set her free though almost died in the course and went missing. Although she has no idea whether that person is alive or where to search. The searching leads her to a small way station somewhere at the edge of the world. She misses the proper train and it doesn’t seem like there will be another. However, before she finds herself in despair someone calls her in a close and familiar voice…
//Stay with me//
//Story - “Stay with Me”
The voice was harmonious; temptation and resistance collided. Mark stared at the darkened figure before him, as a smirk sliding onto his features. Dark started to extend a hand to Mark.
“I love you” Mark whispered, his voice catching as Dark’s face fell, the smirk disappearing into the midst, replaced with confusion, “So much…”
It was then Mark felt the tears rise, hot and threatening. His heart shattered, a sob escaping his chest. He started to stand, yet darkness remained on the edge of his vision, slowly making its way inwards.
“I can give you anything!” Dark screamed, the harmony splintering and making way for ebony syllables.//
//Song - Stay with me - Christina grimmie//
//Editor - Final Cut Pro X//
Hey guys! So I’ve been thinking, if you guys have any edit requests or that sort of thing I’ll happy take them into consideration for you :) Aside from that, another Dark edit? I know, I just love the guy so much :P
I just wrote this on the fly because that misunderstood candy man needs some love. There are probably many errors considering this isn’t edited and was written in ten minutes lol. There’s a not-quite-subtle nod to Who Killed Markiplier and the Colonel.
The familiar creaking of my door
opening woke me from a light slumber. Eyebrows furrowing, I tried to
focus through the fuzziness of sleep and being without my glasses.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
There was a low sigh before a body
dropped onto the edge of my bad. I narrowed my eyes, trying to see
more clearly, and finally spotted the yellow shirt and pink
“Wil? What’s going on? Is everyone
okay?” I rushed out instantly.
Wilford and I were friends as much as I
was the others, but he’d never come into my room before, much less at
night. It was kind of terrifying.
I watched his arm move and slowly he
lifted the gun into the air. Instantly my spine snapped up straight
and my breath halted completely. Terror held me still as I could be.
“I’m so tired, Y/N,” Wilford said.
All the usual bubbly energy was gone
from his voice, and I noticed the way his shoulders slumped forward
as he set the gun on my night stand. Fear slowly turned into concern
when he set aside his top hat and slid off the suspenders to his
hips, turning so I could just barely make out his profile in the moon
light from the window.
“You can’t sleep?” I questioned
“No… well yes, but it’s not just
that. There’s so much you don’t know, that I can’t begin to explain,
and it won’t leave me alone tonight.”
Swallowing thickly, I carefully rose
onto my knees and hesitantly rested a hand on his shoulder. His body
turned completely towards me and finally I could see the tears
rolling down his cheeks.
My heart broke for him.
He was right. I knew very little about
him or any of the egos really, but that didn’t make me care about
them any less.
Scooting closer to him until my knees
were pressed against his thigh, I tentatively reached out and ran my
fingers into his soft locks. His dark raven strands contrasted starkly
with my pale skin as I gently combed them back. When he didn’t reject my
touch, I slowly pulled him close.
To my surprise, he collapsed against me
I rocked back under the unexpected
weight but he just followed me down. Quickly I shifted my legs out
and got comfortable as he buried his face against my t-shirt.
His body shook with a silent sob as his
fingers curled against my sides and tugged at my shirt. I wrapped his
broad shoulders up in my arms and held him tight without a second
One hand slipped up and started playing
with his hair again while my other arm stayed locked firmly around
It was silent other than our breaths
and soon enough I found my eye lids fluttering shut again. I fought
against the pull of slumber and kept petting his hair as frequently
as I could.
Wilford adjusted on the bed, pulling
himself completely onto the mattress and startling me awake.
Once he was settled down again, I
carefully reached down and tossed the quilt over us both, returning
to stroking his hair right after.
Moments like this were rare, at least
with the two strongest egos, and I wasn’t going to let it escape me
without doing everything I could to help.
Soon enough his breathing evened out
and his body went completely lax. Thankfully only his head and
shoulders were on me, otherwise I’d have been incredibly
uncomfortable. As it was, his weight was actually a comfort.
I released my hold on him and began
dancing my fingers lightly across his upper back, the soft material
tickling my sensitive skin on each pass.
Before I knew it, I was waking up to my
A part of me freaked out when I didn’t
feel Wilford anywhere, but then I realized he had probably left in
the middle of the night sometime.
Slipping my glasses on, I quickly
pulled on some clothes for the day and headed downstairs. Entering
the kitchen, I caught on to the conversation being held.
“I’m just saying, you look a lot
better. What did you take? I might need to look into it as a use for
my insomniacs,” Dr. Iplier said.
“I already told you twice doctor, I
didn’t take anything. Just finally rested well.”
My cheeks warmed slightly as both men
looked my way when I fully entered the kitchen. Instantly Wilford was
beaming, his bright energy resonating through the room as he babbled
on about getting me coffee or juice before meeting with Dark.
Grinning, I waved him off.
“I can make it myself, but thank
Dr. Iplier looked between us but said
nothing before quietly exiting the room.
I went to the cabinet with the coffee
cups and searched until I found my favorite one, making a noise of
happy triumph when I felt the handle.
I’d just started pouring my coffee when
hands were suddenly on the counter beside me and I was trapped
between the counter and him.
“I’d appreciate it if no one was to
know about last night,” he murmured.
Biting my lip, I nodded and set the
coffee pot back down with shaking hands. I don’t know if he meant to
be threatening but it clearly seemed that way.
“I hadn’t planned on it. It’s no one elses’ business,” I replied meekly.
He let out a soft sigh and I jumped
slightly when he rested his head atop mine.
“Might I be able to come to you some
other time again if I’m…”
Wilford trailed off, obviously unsure
of what he wanted to say, and I carefully spun to face him.
He stepped back and narrowed his eyes
as he observed me closely.
“Of course you can. My door is always
open,” I assured him.
I raised my hand to pat his arm but
thought twice about it, feeling much less brave in the day light when
he was at his full potential.
Suddenly he leaned in and landed a
gentle kiss on my forehead.
He stepped back again, whipped out a
lollipop, and extended it my way. Despite not liking candy very much,
I took it gratefully, understanding the significance. With that, he
nodded and walked away.
Neck Kisses by Cody Simpson - Michael Clifford (Imagine)
Requested:no i just kind of felt like writing this
Rated:PG-13, its not smutty
A/N:THIS IS MY FAVORITE CODY SIMPSON SONG AND IF YOU HAVEN’T LISTENED TO IT THEN OPEN UP A NEW TAB RIGHT NOW AND GO TO YOUTUBE OR SOUNDCLOUD OR SOME SHIT AND LISTEN TO IT BC ITS FUCKING GREAT.
Also:I’m dedicating this imagine to Tanner Maloney (@tannerisnotok on twitter) bc SHE IS MY QUEEN OKAY AND SHE TOLD ME TO DEDICATE THIS TO HER ON ASK SO I DID BC I LOVE HER ILYSM TANNER. ((tysm to my homie paige for helping me edit this)).
“Baby, you look absolutely amazing” Michael said from the edge of the bed as you stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom and finished applying a final layer of mascara.
Tonight the boys were attending an award show and Michael invited you as his date. You have been dating for about two years and this is the first time Michael was taking you to one of these things.
You were wearing a tight fitting red dress with cream colored pumps that were red on the underneath.
Michael got up from the bed and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and setting his head on your shoulder. He could feel that you were tense, shaking a bit.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, rubbing small circles on your hips.
“Nothing really, Mikey. I’m just a bit nervous. I’ve never done one of these things before. What if I mess something up?”
Michael turned you around so that you were facing him.
“Aw, Y/N, you’ll be fine. I promise. Just follow my lead!” He reassured, pecking you on the cheek.
You both got your things together and when the rest of the boys got to your place, you all left together.
When you arrived at the award show, they shuffled you all together to get the line for the red carpet moving. You had stayed behind while Michael and the guys went to do some interviews about the band’s new music that was coming out and about what song they were performing tonight.
As the boys talked to the interviewer, all you could do was stare at your amazing boyfriend. He was wearing black skinnies, like usual, a Blink-182 t-shirt that had been really distressed, and a leather jacket that drove you insane.
They finished up their interviews and started to walk down the carpet. Michael kept his arm around you the whole time, always making sure to hold your hand so you both wouldn’t get mixed up in the huge crowd.
When the two of you finally got inside, Michael took your hand and led you to your seats. You could tell that he was nervous for the rest of the night because of his abnormally sweaty palms.
All throughout the show, Michael just felt shaky and nervous. He kept fidgeting in his seat and whispering uncomfortably to you, until they announced that 5sos had won the band of year award. Michael, as well as the rest of the guys, was ecstatic. The fans had voted so much for them and they deserved this award a lot. Michael turned to you, cupping your face and pulling you close to him. He planted a long, passionate kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips. You were so proud of him.
You watched as him and the guys made their way to the stage to accept the award.
Michael took to the microphone first saying, “I just want to thank all of our awesome fans. You guys are the whole reason why we do what we do and you’re all like a family to us. THANK YOU! And I also want to thank my wonderful girlfriend for not getting annoyed with me for being so freaking nervous about this award! I love you so much, Y/N!”
After the show the guys decided to go out and celebrate. You all went out to a club and had some drinks and danced a little. There was a small balcony in the back of the club that led out to a small lake.
“Look at how beautiful the stars are, baby.” Michael whispered to you, holding you close to him with a firm grip on your waist.
He began to leave soft, slow kisses on your neck. You sighed as his warm lips met your cold skin under the moonlight.
“I love you, Michael.” You whispered as he brought his lips back up to meet yours and pressed them together.
“I love you too. Maybe we should leave and go celebrate privately back at home.” Michael suggested.
You took a cab back home after saying goodbye to the guys and as soon as you got in the door Michael connected his lips to yours. You put your hands on the back of Michael’s head and ran your fingers through his soft, colorful locks. He smiled into the kiss, running his hands down your body, finally stopping at your ass. He gave it a little squeeze and you pulled away from him, chuckling. You stood there with your arms around his neck and stared at him, studying his features intently. You never really took into account how beautiful his eyes looked at night when they were full of love and desire.
“There’s a little surprise waiting for you in the bedroom, Y/N.” Michael said, smirking at you.
“What are you talking about, Clifford?” You smirked back, kissing him once more.
He led you down the hallway and opened the door to the bedroom the two of you shared. Inside there was a trail of rose petals leading to the bed with a fresh bottle of champagne laying in the middle of the two pillows.
“Michael…” you started to say, shocked by what was in front of you. You had no idea how he even managed to do that.
“Where did this come from?” You asked, smiling at him with wide eyes.
“I had help from a friend.” Was all he said before kissing you again, this time more passionately than ever, trailing from your lips to your jaw, down your neck where he stopped to suck in a few tender places. He moved down to your collarbone before looking back up at you.
“I love you so much.” He said as he began to unzip your dress and you wiggled out of it.
He removed his jacket and his shirt, then his pants, leaving you both in just underwear.
What followed was a night of passionate love-making that may or may not have left you sore in the morning.
In which the path to true love is never as simple as a kiss and happily ever afters. Set in early season 4, told in the form of Emma’s emotional journey. (Spoilers for 4x01 and 4x03).
Dedicated to Erin (intolerablystruck) and Alison (singallyouwant), two of the most wonderful people I know, without whom I would have never written a single word. Thank you for existing my darlings, I love you! <3
What she remembers most is how it felt to finally touch. She had finally allowed herself, allowed him, to break the barrier that had always existed between them. Unseen but always there, it kept her from touching more than his arm in passing, kept her from feeling just how soft his hair was, how his stubble felt scratching against her fingers. The warmth of his skin, the smoothness of his coat, the way he felt hard and solid and present against her roaming hands and yet soft and pliant where his lips danced with hers. All these sensations had been alien to her and she had gotten drunk on them.
She had gotten drunk on him.
He kisses her like she is water in the desert and he is a man dying of thirst. He touches her like he is trying to commit every curve and dip of her body to memory.
(She is the same way.)
(They have been wanting for so long that finally having is a rush.)