how can we ever replace you

Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!


  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
  2. “How long have you been standing there?”
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?”
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.”
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
  12. “I’m pregnant.”
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
  14. “Take. It. Off.”
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!”
  18. “It’s okay to cry…”
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.”
  22. “You can scream if you want.”
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”
  25. “One of them’s missing.”
  26. “Save some for me.”
  27. “Oh, fuck off.”
  28. “You’re still mad?”
  29. “Come over here and make me.”
  30. “You better watch yourself.”
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?”
  33. “Call on Line 1”
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!”
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  37. “Where did he go?”
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.”
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  
  46. “I thought you were dead!”
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.”
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.”
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
  56. “I don’t do hugs.”
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.”
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
  59. “How do I even put up with you?”
  60. “I said get rid of it.”
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
  65. “I have a secret.”
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
  68. “He’s four years old!!”
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.”
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”
  75. “Mind if I join you?”
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.”
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  81. “I’ll take care of it.”
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.”
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
  86. “Am I scaring you?”
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
  90. “Trust me.”
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”
  94. “Did they hurt you?”
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
  98. “Don’t shut me out.”
  99. “You got a cute butt.”
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?”
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
  112. “Is he coming home?”
  113. “I prefer blondes.”
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
  115. “I let you win.”
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
  117. “Can I do your hair?”
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!”
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
  121. “Ready or not, here I come.”
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
  124. “Happy new year!”
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.”
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”
  131. “Are you doodling?”
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
  141. “Use your words.”
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!”
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. *Make Your Own*

Happy Writing! Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!

A couple things I’ve learned

just for some babes who may find them useful

1) This shit

Self-adhesive medical tape is one of my new favorite things. I wrap it around the tips of my fingers like a thimble type deal. It doesn’t stick to your skin but stays on your fingers; you can type with it on, and it’s imfuckingpossible to pick while wearing it. You can get a buttload for $12 on amazon here.

2) These fuckers

Look dumb? Heck yeah they do. I use them for mirrors, ‘cause we all know how tricky those are. They occupy both your hands, you can twist them into shapes like the 5-year-old you are, and if both your hands are playing with it, they aren’t skimming your face. You can buy three for $10 here.

3) Whatever the fuck these are

don’t even know what to call them tbh; my therapist gave them to me and I use them while at the computer. You roll them around on your fingers and the spikes sting ever so slightly so be careful if you regularly pick your fingers, but the sensation replaces the sensation you might expect from picking and keeps you aware of your hands so they don’t stray to your skin like the sneaky fuckers they are. You can get a pack of ten for $10 here.


I’ll update with more later on, but these are the main ones I’ve had real success with. The trick is to use them consistently around your typical trigger areas or situations where you pick the most often, so your brain learns to associate those things with the fidget and not with picking. As always, if anyone else has tricks or fidgets that really work for them, don’t hesitate for a nanosecond to add on. Happy healing, you gorgeous little shits you!

You left your mark on me, and I can’t forget you. Its like no matter what I fucking do, your name is tattooed on my heart and trust me I tried to get rid of it. Tried to cover it with a different name, tried to drink it away, tried to stop feeling you through my veins but nothing ever works. Everything goes back to you.
Its always you. Its you all the damn time. Its you when I’m with him. Its you when I’m alone. Its you no matter what I do or who I’m doing it with and I give up.
I give up on trying to erase you. I give up on trying to replace you with something else, anything else because it only brings me back to the place I was when you decided I was no longer enough for you.
And I don’t understand why its so hard to forget a person who forgot you first. I don’t understand how I can still feel the exact same way we met when I don’t even really know you anymore. You only exist in my memories and the pictures I still have of you.
You are just a ghost of everything that ever was yet I still feel everything so damn clearly, as if we were back 6 months ago in your car when you first told me you loved me.
Everything is so damn clear except your so far away I don’t know how I can still see you so well.
—  You’re in my veins

So since  SOMEONE ( @splatoon-jim​) is in the mood for Angst, I’m gonna give them what they want.

I decided to re-watch ADWM because i hate myself and splatoon jim forced my hand, and there’s some things that stand out to be about Dark, now that we’ve seen WKM.

Look at Dark’s Dialogue:

- “Did you miss me? I’ve missed you, very much

- (of course i gotta add this) “I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again.”

- “I’ve been pushed aside, replaced

- “It’s my turn now”

- “I’ve been waiting patiently”

-”i suppose i could give you one last option”

- “Any of four choices, more than he had ever given you.”

-” Why do we need to choose in life?”

-(the start of the fight scene) “How did you get out?” (to Mark)

- “Two can play at that game mister.”

-(Dark, the one on the right) “He needs to die.”

- “Don’t listen to him. He’s a liar.”

-”He does bad things to good people”

-(Upon shooting Mark) “You made the right call”

There’s more in the Dark route, but those interested me the most.

So if we look at this from the perspective of WKM, this brings a lot of questions, as well as some answers

Firstly, Dark says they’ve been waiting a long time to see us again.

He doesn’t ask “who are you”

Not “why are you here,”

but I’ve missed you.
I’ve been waiting to see you
again

Dark mentions being replaced and we now know why.

That isn’t Dark talking to us: It’s Damien.

Damien is the one in control at the moment, and i think he’s in control for pretty much all of ADWM. This would explain why Dark was so adamant about killing Mark.

This would explain why Dark seems like a kind and genuine person at first. Why he said all the things he did and why he’s after Mark.

He’s angry and talking about how his Mark betrayed him.

How he was killed by a close friend and his body and identity was stolen.

In this instant, this is no longer the old ego Mark created and has revived.

In this instant, this is the shadow of a broken, angry man who lost everything. And then, standing(?) before him is the spitting image of someone he lost.

Before him stands us, the veiwer.

We’re there as though the WKM events hadn’t happened, and we aren’t the final piece of the puzzle.

A puzzle Dark thought was solved ages ago.

After all, in WKM, we gave in. We let Damien and Celine send us back and all of us were stuck together.

And we see what our absence has done to Dark.

At the end of WKM, we’re back with Celine and Damien as Dark and (going off a previous theory i had) We’re stable. Angry beyond reason and broken, but stable.

But this Dark is different.

This is just Damien and Celine stuck in an empty Shell.

We’ve gone away and the glue that help Dark together so well isn’t there and so the anger and pain and suffering is leaking out.

We see Damien’s agony in that brief moment, only for Celine’s composure to reel him in almost instantly.

That’s why Dark tells us “we made the right call”.

Dark still sees an old friend who, confused and scared as they are, remembered something.

Dark thinks we still know about WKM.

Dark thinks we killed Mark because our vengence.

The only thing left to do is get us back.

After all, Dark’s compsure is frail and shattered without us.

Without us, Damien and Celine have gone crazy with anger, agony and the loss of a common ground.

Sure, they have “our” body, but it was our conciousness that allowed them to compose themselves into Dark.

Without us, Dark’s become corrupted and unreasonable.

Towards the end of the Chocolate ending, Damien and Celine no longer see their friend.

The no longer see someone who isn’t the person they remember.

They see someone who abandoned them.

Someone who went on a date with the one person who took everything from them.,

They don’t understand that WKM wasn’t a thing for us.

They only see another friend who was taken away from them by Mark and they’re bitter at yet another betrayal after all this time.

At the end of ADWM, Damien and Celine are furious, delusional and out for our blood.

@ego-protection-squad @ego-surveillance-squad @theorybunker @chase-brody-protection-squad @jim-is-coming @jim-and-jims-protection-blog Hello friends time to join in the Angst. (thoughts though?)

✧ ( TRUE BLOOD SENTENCE STARTERS.

warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Hi, I’m looking for that thick translucent plastic sheeting. ❜
❛ Uh… We don’t sell that here. You can try at Home Depot’s.. ❜
❛ I cannot believe you don’t have that here. ❜
❛ That’s nasty talk, I won’t listen to that. ❜
❛ They ain’t scared of you, honey child. ❜
❛ When I wear makeup, I get bigger tips.  ❜
❛ Not everybody wants to have sex with you. ❜
❛ Y'all bitches don’t know what you’re missing. ❜
❛ Do you have any of that synthetic bottled blood? ❜
❛ You have any idea who you’re messing with? ❜
❛ I have no sex life to speak of, so … ❜
❛ Wonder how much one would charge for something like that? ❜
❛ Do I taste different from other people? ❜
❛ May I ask you a personal question? ❜
❛ You said you could glamour somebody into letting you bite them? ❜
❛ You don’t like not being able to control people, do you? ❜
❛ Why can’t I hear your thoughts? Do you even have any thoughts? ❜
❛ I think we need to stop seeing each other. ❜
❛ I had to bury my bloody clothes because I didn’t want my grandmother to find out. ❜
❛ Who’d have thought? Getting carded at a vampire bar. ❜
❛ They don’t die. I’ve got nothing but a future with one. ❜
❛ Take me in you. Feel me in you. We are together. ❜
❛ See bitch. You gonna wish you ain’t did that. Watch. ❜
❛ Do you think they’re capable of lovin’ a person? ❜
❛ We started many of the mysteries about ourselves centuries ago. ❜
❛ Now if I remember what feelings were, mine might be hurt. ❜
❛ Does that weird you out? We could always go someplace else! ❜
❛ Everyone has to eat, right? We are all links on the universal food chain. ❜
❛ I texted you three times… Why didn’t you reply? ❜
❛ Right now you need to do is change out of your clothes.. there’s vampire in your cleavage. ❜
❛ You’ve done this before, haven’t you? ❜
❛ I chose it. I chose it when I chose you. ❜
❛ So why don’t you go to sleep and let me be the one to worry about it. ❜
❛ So why don’t we just leave it on me, okay? ❜
❛ Oh my God, you are even better looking than you were yesterday. ❜
❛ You broke an ancient and fundamental law. ❜
❛ However, I’m feeling a bit… creative. ❜
❛ I find myself doubting whether you were ever truly human. ❜
❛ Your blood was replaced with mine. ❜
❛ I’ve been trying to explain to you at length, you have been made vampire! ❜
❛ Crap on your rules! Crap, crap, crap! ❜
❛ I don’t obey anybody! Those days are over. ❜
❛ How would you like to learn how a real vampire feeds? ❜
❛ There are others who would have done far worse and you know it. ❜
❛ Why won’t you leave me alone? ❜
❛ The vamps here are scary as shit. ❜
❛ Talk to me. Lean on me. I’ve leaned on you plenty. ❜
❛ We can go some where else if that’s how you feel about it. ❜
❛ Who cares? What matters is being with the people you love. ❜
❛ Your history is so fucked up, you have no clue what family is! ❜
❛ That’s not fair. I do have a clue. ❜
❛ This is not your territory. You have no voice here.. ❜
❛ For a vampire, you are a terrible liar. ❜
❛ What makes you think I want him back? That I’d even take him back?  ❜
❛ What are you doin’ here? I ain’t said nothin’ to nobody. ❜
❛ That can be arranged quite easily. ❜
❛ You know I don’t love you! ❜
❛ What more can I give? What is it that you want from me? ❜
❛ I let you into my house, into my bed, and into my heart. ❜
❛ All I stood for, all I believed in, I violated to be with you! ❜
❛ There are wolves in our hen house. We must defend our flock. ❜
❛ I could have you outta here in seconds. ❜
❛ The other humans wouldn’t think twice about hurting us. ❜
❛ You expect us to sit on our thumbs while you round up your men to come lynch us?  ❜
❛ I do not wish to create blood shed when none is called for. ❜ 
❛ Stand down, everyone. People, go home. It’s over now. ❜
❛ Now, I reckon I’ve already been to heaven. It was inside your wife. ❜
❛ Oh, hello darling. I was just getting to know your plaything. ❜
❛ You always did like to prey on the innocent.  ❜
❛ We had two marvelous nights in your hotel room. ❜
❛ There’s no excuse for domestic violence. ❜
❛ The bullets would’ve pushed themselves out. ❜
❛ I ain’t perfect either. I’m the guy people laugh at. ❜
❛ And how were we supposed to know that this time he meant it? ❜
❛ And who has to fucking clean that up? Me, not you, Me. ❜
❛ How’d they manage to abduct you? ❜
❛ Was it one minute or two minutes?! ❜
❛ Where were you tonight around eleven o'clock? ❜
❛ How many vampires have gone missing in your area? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the ladies room and stare at ourselves in the mirror. ❜
❛ If I do get into some kind trouble, you’ll feel it right? ❜
❛ What are you?!? What are you?!? A-a demon? A devil?! ❜
❛ Hey, Bud. Wait up. Where you going’? ❜
❛ Every time we clear one murder, two more spring up. ❜
❛ That was the best sex I’ve had in decades. ❜
❛ Didn’t you hear me? I quit! I’ve had it with this shit! ❜
❛ You should be more concerned with what I want from you. ❜
❛ Why were they all shiftin’? You almost shifted. ❜
❛ You have always so enjoyed making others suffer. ❜
❛ I welcome death because only then will I be truly free of the disease that is you! ❜
❛ Your nature?! It was never mine! ❜
❛ You haven’t suffered at the hands of others for a very long time. ❜
❛ I thought you would have been excited. ❜
❛ Fuck the Authority! It won’t be able to prove a thing. ❜
❛ Things may be getting complicated soon. ❜
❛ I’m afraid I acted somewhat impulsively while I was gone.. ❜
❛ It won’t be able to prove a thing. I made sure of that. ❜
❛ What good would it do to share my pain with you? ❜
❛ If I can’t go on, you must make a new vampire. ❜
❛ We’ve lived through so much for so long. It can’t end this quickly… ❜
❛ A hundred years I’ve been with you. ❜

The List Part 3

Last part folks! Sorry it took so long. A truck load of stuff happened in almost every aspect of my life but I took care of some of it now. Btw, can someone please tag @zodiac-awesome, @otpislife2002, and @rptheturk? I can’t seem to tag them for some reason. Anyway, enjoy!!

Part 1  Part 2

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Logan woke up at exactly 6:30 am that morning.

He put on his glasses, let his eyes adjust a bit, did some stretches, and changed into his usual attire. He fixed himself up a bit to look somehow presentable.

After making sure he was decent, he did his daily rounds of checking his walls; and by his walls he meant the various things posted on it.

He finally finished filling up the fourth week of Thomas’ schedule. He read over his list of important dates to see if today was one (thankfully it wasn’t), and he looked over his food chart and made plans to try and convince Patton and Thomas to cook something with vegetables for once.

He checked his to do list and was reminded of the meeting they’d be having later to discuss the next video. Maybe he can finally tell them about some ideas he thought of. Hopefully they’ll be taken into consideration this time.

He read through every chart, list, and table in the room until he’d walked past every corner.

He checked the time and saw that it was almost seven. Patton would be awake any time now to make breakfast. In fact, Virgil’s and Roman’s voices could already be heard down the hall having another of their silly little arguments.

They were unusually early, Logan thought.

As he readied himself to meet the others in the commons, he was met with one last list by the door.

That list. Logan didn’t really have a label for this particular one. He made this list a few months ago to… well… mend his mistakes; to fix his wrong and make himself a better facet. It was designed as a strategy to remind himself of his imperfections so that he may find a solution to somehow improve himself.

Everyday he follows that list in hopes of gaining something even he isn’t sure what. Improvement? Favor? Acceptance maybe? Thomas’ betterment? Perhaps even the others’ happiness?

He doesn’t know.

What he does know is that despite of all the months of learning vocab words, keeping quiet, suppressing emotion, working hard, controlling his excitement over learning, and distancing himself so the others can be happy, nothing has changed.

He’s still the same boring, buzz killing, emotionless, unfavorable, and useless logical side.

Well, come to think of it, he may have actually successfully did something about his annoying talkativeness.

He feels a strange twinge in his chest but skillfully wills it away as he readies himself to read every item on that list again.

He takes a deep breath and casts his eyes on the 1st item but does a double take when he notices something different.


1. Smart

Your immense knowledge and intelligence is truly something admirable. You are the best opponent in a debate and you always have the solution to any problem or dilemma. Your mind has gotten us out of tricky situations countless of times and we can not be more thankful for that.


Now, Logan knows that is not the list he made; but as much as he wants to run to the commons right now and ask who took it, he must admit that reading that first item made him feel something… pleasant. He can’t help but continue on with the rest.


2. Passionate

You love to learn. Learning brings you enjoyment and fills your eyes with wonder, which we rarely see. With the desire to learn of course comes the desire to share what you have acquired. Do not hesitate to share your excitement with the others. Your passionate rambles about astronomy and psychology have been terribly missed (and have been scientifically proven to be found adorable).


Logan was sure Patton wrote that last bit. He didn’t even notice when a little laugh slipped from his lips.


3. Human

Yes, technically we are aspects of a persona, but that does not mean we do not possess some characteristics of a human being. This means that we, including you, have emotions. Even as the logical side it is okay to show feelings. In fact, there are some cases where emotions are necessary in a dilemma or in a problem. It’s okay to get frustrated, to be mad, and it’s okay to cry; you need to every once in a while. Of course, do not forget to smile. You do not need to hide them.


Right now, Logan was feeling something in his chest he could not understand and his eyes are stinging. He decided that he wasn’t going to push them down; just this once.


4. Caring

You may not admit it but we all know how much you care for us. You are always looking out for Thomas, striving to bring out the best in him. We’ve seen you worry over each of us and you’ve helped us in times of need and we will forever be grateful for that. Please do not distance yourself any longer. We know you think it makes us happy but really, we miss your company terribly.


He was immensely off schedule now and somehow the sting in his eyes had turned to liquid. It only made him want to read more.


5. Relevant

You. Are. Needed. (Pardon the grammar). It’s you who keeps Thomas sane. You are his drive to learn. You provide him with his basic knowledge and you are certainly relevant in maintaining his health. None of us could ever replace you Logan. You are unique, and you are important.


Logan was feeling a mirage of emotions now that stopping it would be of no use. He finally lets a few tears slip as he reads the last item.


6. Loved

If you would let us, we would like to show you how much you really mean to us. We apologize if we have failed to say it before and we can not forgive ourselves for not showing it enough; but please know that you are unique, you do not need to change, we care for you, and most importantly, 

we love you.


He read that last line again; and again, and again, and again. He wanted to make sure this was all real; that he wasn’t dreaming.

He can’t believe it. It doesn’t make sense. Why? How? It’s illogical, nonsensical, unreal…

Real. 

He could feel the piece of paper on his fingertips and the words lay there unmoving and unchanging.

This is real. Everything was sinking in all at once. He belongs, he is needed, they care, they understand, he is loved.

He never thought he would ever be able to cry while feeling such immense happine-

“Logan?”

He faced the door where three facets stood.

For a second they all just stood there until Logan ducked his head and quickly wiped his eyes dry and-

Oh, he never knew a hug could feel this… wonderful.

As the three sides enveloped their logical counterpart in warmth and comfort, Logan let go.

He let go of all the toil and sorrow he’d been locking up in one heart-wrenching sob.

It was the first time they all saw Logan cry, and they all hoped it was the last.

“Apologies, I-”

“No, we should be the ones apologizing.”

“We’re so, so sorry .”

“You are none of those things please believe us.”

“But I’m-”

“No but’s. Forget that list you made. It’s all lies.”

“You don’t need to change.”


They said all that they needed to say until none could be said any longer.


As they all stood there a few moments after, looking at each other’s red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, they heard the most wonderful sound they ever heard:

Logan’s laugh.

It was nothing more than a breathy chuckle but it was a laugh nonetheless; a laugh that coaxed their mouths to curl upwards too.


“…I love all of you as well.


Okay, that was the most beautiful thing they ever heard.

They shared one more hug, then headed out the room for breakfast.

The list remained there; and like Logan did with all his other charts and reminders, he read that list everyday.

It never failed to make him smile.

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Epilogue:

“Hey Logan?”

“Yes Patton?”

The moral side pointed from where the four of them were laying side by side outside to a group of stars in the night sky.

“What’s that constipation over there?”

A little laugh.

“You mean that constellation over there?”

“Well if that’s what you call it, then yeah.”

A tiny smile.

“That’s the little dipper or the Ursa Minor.”

The smile grew.

“Did you know that that star at the tip of the Ursa Minor is the Polaris? It is also called the north star because it…”

Virgil propped himself on his elbows and looked to his right to see Logan passionately talking about the constellations with Patton beside him listening intently with wide eyes.

To his left he saw Roman; both hands above his head, wistfully looking into the dark, starry night.

All of them wore smiles on their lips.

He lay back down with a content sigh and his mouth curled upward.

It was great to have his family back.


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Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Word Count: 3,202

Carl Grimes x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they’re best friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was so mad is because he couldn’t live without her and he loves her. And the rest is smut?

Warnings: Violence/graphic descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this in real life.)

“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.

Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.

“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.

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Stupid man

I have a story related to the whole “customers will stand there and make no effort to let them know you’re behind them and act salty when you don’t notice them right away”.

So I work in a smoothie shop, up it Juice. And sometimes, our juices for the smoothies run out so we have to replace them. So I was doing my JOB by replacing a juice, and I’m not paying 100% attention to the front because we have a bell people can ring for service. Well, I’m finishing up my task and I hear this voice in the rudest tone ever go “Hello?”. I look over and see a guy standing at the front, just staring at me. Who knows how long he had been standing there! So I go up, I apologize about the wait and make my own little quip about how we have a bell that you can ring, but it must be gone. He just stares at me blank in the face and goes “No, I saw the bell.”

WELL IF YOU SAW THE FUCKING BELL WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCKING RING IT YOU FUCKING TWAT MUFFIN DON’T GET PISSY WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE OTHER SHIT I NEED TO DO AND MY BOSS IS A CHEAP ASSHOLE WHO WON’T REPLACE OUR DOOR SENSOR

(Door sensor is still out to this day btw. This was a few months ago and corporate came down on us so now we can’t even have the bell because it “creates too much clutter”)

The Summer Fling (Chapter 14) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Dylan’s Burbank House”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Warnings: smut?ish sort of. not really at all. idk why i put this here.

Author’s Note: As we all know, Dylan’s birthday is August 26th, 1991, and this year, he had a party at his brand new house in LA. This is that. Also, the part with the baseball is August 27th, and the photoshoot is August 29th. Cool.

Additional Note: In my head, Dylan and Julia were playing with their toy lightsabers and their mom called them in for lunch, something like stovetop Kraft Mac & Cheese, and Julia had his lightsaber, and she like put it down on the stove or the hot burner or something when their mom was like “enough, time for lunch.” and that’s the story of how his lightsaber melted back in 2004. That story will make zero sense until you read this chapter. 

Songs: Duermete by As Tall As Lions, aka, one of the sexiest songs ever? yes. 

Summary: You and Dylan celebrate his 26th birthday in Los Angeles.

Chapter Thirteen - Masterlist - Chapter Fifteen

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I’m on fire tonight. I will be alright.

You could barely process the sound of the mellow snare hits and melodic singing in the background, over the sounds of Dylan quietly sighing into your kiss. It seemed like every single time his hands touched your bare skin, your brain shut down and your baser instincts took over. It was hard for them not to when his hands were busy gripping your ribs and brushing the sides of your breasts, under your shirt. You pushed off the couch and up into his lips every time his mouth reconnected with yours. His hips ground down into yours at an agonizingly slow pace; keeping you pinned below him.

Your body practically vibrated with need, as Dylan’s mouth moved down your jaw, trying to restrain himself from sucking dark purple marks into the delicate skin of your neck. His breath was hot and shaky, as he pressed kisses down your chest and over the tops of your breasts. You squirmed underneath him, grinding any part of your body up against the growing hardness in his unbuttoned pants. He licked a long stripe down your stomach, over your belly button, and above the waist of your jeans, being sure to gently tug down the denim fabric to leave long, sucking kisses on your hipbones.

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what she says: im fine

what she means: one of the worst parts of bare the musical is what they do to portrait of a girl, it is a song sung by ivy alone about how girls are told they have to take a path and stick to it, and get labelled as “like that” or “not like that”, and the struggles of being seen a certain way that you can’t change. it’s about slut shaming and casual sexism and is not a fucking tinny little song about matt and ivy’s crushes and i absolutely fucking despise that they turned it into that, the musical is so awful and can we also talk about how best friend is the most annoying irrelevant song ever and why did they reduce nadia to a lucas replacement who hates ivy because she has a crush on matt? she is an amazing complex character who addresses body shaming and how the same kind of sexism that ivy faces affects all girls and there is no way to be a girl where everyone will approve your actions and however people see them they never see them as someone complex, it’s a terrible show and doesn’t deserve to share a name with the pop opera

At The Start - Creek

Craig and Tweek are young, in love, and not at all prepared for the rest of their lives. The first Walmart trip that inevitably comes on move-in day is only the start.

This was a fic that was originally (somewhat) requested by my dear friend @creekfucker, to whom I apologize for taking so long to finish this! I hope you still like it, months later. The working title for this fic was ‘hi im tweek tweak and he’s craig tucker and welcome to jackass’- just a fun fact. Enjoy!


“Okay, you got the list?” Tweek bit at his thumb, pausing a moment to let the automatic doors sense his weight and part for him to enter.

Craig didn’t look away from his phone, but he tilted it up to gesture with it. “Got the list.” He clicked out of the random email he was clearing from his inbox and switched over to the note he and Tweek had carefully written out a few hours before. A rush of air conditioning assaulted his face, and when he looked up he caught an eyeful of fluorescent, painfully unnatural lights.

They’d forgotten more than a couple essentials before they moved into their new apartment.

In their defense, neither of them had done it before. The closest Craig had ever gotten was a dorm room in college, and Tweek had only ever commuted to school. ‘New’ was a very nice way to put it too- it was, in all honesty, a sad excuse for a home, but their budget was low enough that they couldn’t quite afford to be picky. At least this one didn’t have water stains all over the ceiling or a busted up window, and Tweek didn’t feel like the protagonist of a horror movie when he walked through the neighborhood to test the waters.

Who even thought of a shower curtain when they moved out? Nobody, Craig was convinced.

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{Voiceover: To keep the following film family friendly, we have replaced all potentially adult words with the word ‘noot’. Enjoy.}

Nayeon: How can I ever trust you again?

Mina: Trust me? TRUST ME! I’m not the one who noot noot noot with a noot noot with MY GIRLFRIEND no less. Noot noot noot yourself, noot noot noot noot AND A DUCK!

Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

In Tragedy//Reggie Mantle x Jughead Jones x Reader

Request: i was wondering if you could do an imagine where reader a jughead are dating or he’s in love with them and something happens (suicide car accident etc) where they pass away and it’s how angry he is after and how the gang try to cheer him up but he just goes further down. maybe the reader is reggies sister and the pain bonds them or at least something like that?

Words: 1032

Warnings: MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS AND SUICIDE ‼️‼️

A/n: ‼️‼️ i think I’m going to do a second part of this, that takes place at the funeral. I have a few things I need to cover. And plus, we all know that I just can’t make one shots for some reason lmao

The students of Riverdale High pushed one another through the crowded hallways as they made their way to the auditorium for the assembly. They were called down at the very beginning of class.

They were confused, to say the least. It wasn’t Spirit Week, and it wasn’t that time of the year where they had their annual Cuber Bullying/Sexting assembly. What could this assembly possibly be for?

Only two students knew. One of them had lost a sister. Another, a lover.

These two students were Reggie Mantle and Jughead Jones. However, neither of them had been at school that day, to many people’s confusion.

After all of the students were sat down, chatting in the seats of the auditorium did the feedback of the mic pick up, making them grimace and go silent.

Principal Weatherbee stood in front of the mic and the mayor stood off to the side of the stage and the students stared in anticipation.

“Yesterday,” the principal cleared his throat,“We lost yet another one of our beloved students. However, the circumstances are not the same as the last. It is an important subject we have yet to talk about as a whole school body.”

The crowd murmured in anticipation , wondering who the principal could possibly be talking about.

“Yesterday Y/n Mantle passed away. She took her own life. We have been given permission by the family to bring this up to bring light to this situation. Mayor, I believe you wanted to say a few words,” the Principal switches spots with the mayor.

Riverdale High couldn’t believe it. The students gasped at the reveal, tears leaving the eyes of some. They were all so confused. How could they have not noticed?

***
Jughead, contrary to what you might think, is still in his booth at Pops. He’s still typing away on his laptop. Maybe pretending nothing happened was the best way to go, was his current train of thought.

Though, as soon as he heard the door to Pops open and the sound of footsteps, he knew his plan was about to fall through.

Suddenly there’s three people standing outside his booth in silence until it is broken.

“Juggie? Why didn’t you tell us?” Betty says softly. Her eyes are glazed over as she stares down at her solemn friend.

“We would’ve been there for you,” Archie suggests, stepping closer.

Jughead closes his laptop, breathing in,“I love you guys, I do. But you will never understand how I feel. No one will.”

Jughead gets up to leave, and unbeknownst to him, the gears in Veronica’s head start to turn.

“Uh, Jughead. I think there is someone who understands perfectly. Who knew y/n even better than you did.” Veronica crosses her arms. “Reggie Mantle.”

***

The next day, Jughead decided to swallow his pride and found himself standing outside of Reggie Mantle’s doorway. They were both going to miss school again.

Jughead knocks, and Reggie’s mother answers.

She instantly pulls him into a hug,“Oh Jughead, honey.” She pulls back,“She loved you so much. She talked about you constantly.”

Jughead just nods,“I’m here to see Reggie.”

“Oh, of course. He’s in his room. It’s up the stairs and to the left,” she replies.

Jughead thought about what he could possibly say to Reggie when he reached the top of the stairs.

Hey, we have a dead person in common, let’s talk?

Jughead shook his head. Even sarcastic in a time like this.

He reached the door, knocking three times,“Hey Reggie, its Jughead. Jughead Jones.”

The door opens after a thump and some shuffling, revealing a very disheveled Reggie.

As soon as Jughead’s eyes land on him, tears start to stream down his face.

“I’m sorry, you just look so much like her,” Jughead says and wipes it away.

“She is my sister,” Reggie says with a small smile and then frowns,“Was my sister. What are you doing here Jughead?”

“I didn’t think that anyone else would understand how this feels. But a friend of mine said that you probably do. More than me, even,” Jughead rambles on, and the most unexpected thing happens.

Reggie pulls him in for a hug. They don’t say anything, and they pull away after the shock fades.

When Jughead looks at Reggie again, he’s crying.

“She was the most amazing person I knew,” Reggie says, crossing his arms.

Jughead nods,“No one can ever replace her.”

Reggie goes quiet, and then speaks up,“Cmon. I bet we have loads to talk about.”

Jughead follows Reggie into his room, and they take a seat on the bed. Next to Reggie is a bunch of pictures of Y/n laid out.

“My mom doesn’t really have any recent pictures of N/n, just baby pictures. She asked me to get all of my favorite ones. For the funeral. Truth is, they’re all my favorite,” Jughead smiles at the spread. She was so beautiful. Reggie sniffles,“I didn’t know, Jug. How couldn’t I have known? She’s been living across the hall from me for my entire life.”

He puts a hand on his shoulder,“None of us did. She seemed so happy.”

“I just wish I had the chance to talk to her again. She had so many people who loved her. Who still do,” Reggie wipes his tears away.

“When is the funeral?” Jughead questions.

“In two days. Mom doesn’t want us to wait too long. Y/n always said that when she died she wanted-”

“To be turned into a tree,” Jughead and Reggie speak at the same time, and they almost laugh.

“Even in death she wanted to be giving something to the world,” Jughead says with a teary smile.

“Will- will you help me pick out the pictures? I can’t choose- and I have to pick the one for the portrait. I’m too indecisive,” Reggie says wth a small chuckle.

“So was Y/n. Of course I’ll help, Reggie.”

For the rest of the night, Jughead Jones and Reggie Mantle bonded over a lost one, sharing memories and looking through them.

It’s sad, when you think about it- that only in tragedy do people come together.

Me, answering the phone while on register during a holiday: “Thank you for calling [store] on [street name]. We will be closing at 10pm today. How can I direct your call?”

Customer: *silence*

Me: …..

Me: “hello?”

Customer: “oh! Sorry, I thought you were a recording. Vitamins, please.”

——

Idk that was the first time that’s ever happened to me and i thought it was funny as fuck. Good to know I have “one of those voices” i guess hahahaha. It probably happened because instead of saying what my name was i replaced it with our hours due to the holiday lol

a song stuck to the bottom of our shoes

my generation
is a choice between rent
&
a bar tab
my generation
signed decades
of earnings away
for degrees we don’t use
my generation
falls in love forever
&
tomorrow
isn’t in the timeline
we sign leases with friends
we move back to bedrooms
we grew up in
we turn months of work
into a thirty second bullet point
we trade years for a few more
squeezes of the trigger
we roll up our sleeves
but it’s not enough
we roll up our skin
from wrist to armpit
let our blood crash onto pavement
but it’s not enough
we take off our shirts
let the sun blister the spaces between
our vertebrae
&
sometimes
sometimes
we are enough
but mostly
we burn
we bleed
because our success
is just what we lost
for one more doorway
to stub our toes on
we’ve let go of hands
with too much
heroin in their fingertips
we’ve let go of hearts
with too much
methamphetamine in their beats
&
we are the ones
who’ve never touched a needle
we are the ones
who can only feel with one
we are the ones
who don’t judge
we don’t understand
but we know
humans were
never meant to be pretty
they were only meant to try their best
&
our best is usually never enough
we swallow candles
while stumbling
through the dark
&
we write secrets
in empty hands with invisible ink
we let the world read
because we think it can’t see
&
it mostly can’t
but I can read yours
I can’t see you
but I know what I’ve written
in mine
&
you aren’t enough
&
you aren’t pretty
because you are human
&
pretty is never enough
but I know you
because my generation
is beautiful
and when I say I love you
I mean forever
because on my timeline
time doesn’t exist

so listen to me
my generation
find the nights
you can be children again
&
be children again
no salary will ever replace
the third degree burns
our bones learn
how to laugh off
so bleed until the ground shakes
&
show the world what happens
when it tries to fuck with a spirit
that knows it’s trapped in a body

I grow gardens in the dark
so if you find me
we can water my flowers together
&
I can tell you their names
I can tell you the stories
of their colors
&
you can
take my hand to lead me to yours
we can open our stomachs
to let our candles see
what they are missing

I love you forever
if you are alone
if you are lonely

we are together

THE RED STRING

CHAPTER TWELVE

Summary - According to the myth of the Red String, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another.
On the ground, everything is different and the rules are non existent. In the midst of a war, this is how Bellamy Blake discovers that red string.

Song: For My Help - Hayden Calnin

masterlist // TRS masterlist


The same day, after solid work on the flares, the sun’s already so close to setting. All you can do it wait for it to leave so you can shoot the flares into the sky in hopes the Ark will see them. 

The orange clouds are the focus of your eyes. You sit in silence but in reality you just want to talk to Bellamy about what happened. But he’s busy and probably doesn’t want to. So the silence continues to suffocate you. 

Keep reading

Boyfriend! Baekhyun

I hope you like it!! So so so sorry about the long wait!!

When He First Sees You

  • Baekhyun would most likely see you waiting in line at an amusement park  eating some of that “good good” (themed snacks are the best ok ok)
  • Yeah so anyway the sun would be reflecting itself on your skin making you look like you had the best highlight the world has ever witnessed
  • Lemme tell you..Baek liked it. A lot.
  • You know how he smiles when he’s admiring someone and kinda sticks out his tongue a little bit?
  • Just imagine him doing that, but to a point that he forgets where he’s at and people are kinda stepping on the back of his shoe (I HATE THAT OMFG) to get him to move up
  • But he literally can’t because is anyone else seeing this mystical creature of Aphrodite?? Is this Aphrodite??
  • It’d be about 10 minutes into his staring match with the unknowing opponent when Sehun pulls him away like “hyung wyd it’s our turn”
  • Luckily enough, the both of you enter into your separate rides at the same exact time so there would be an almost perfect chance for him to approach you

How He Asks You Out

  • So the ride’s ended and Baekhyun LEAPS out of his seat like “gotta blast!”
  • And the rest of exo is like “???” except for Yixing
  • He was too busy giggling at the fact that Byun said “gotta blast” because it reminded him of a meme
  • And then Jongdae’s like “We’ve known each other for almost 5 years and you’re just now figuring out that child is a meme?? Gotta keep up.”
  • And then Junmyeon jumps in like “yeah, stop laying low…Get it? Because your name is Lay? Get it now?”
  • ANYWAYS, Baekhyun is running like crazy to find you..and he does..with a strategy
  • “Excuse me, I’m one of the survey conductors at this park, and I’d like to know if you’re willing to answer some quick questions?”
  • “I don’t know if I’m mentally able to right now..”
  • “Well, what ride were you just on that made you mentally unstable?”
  • “um..the Goliath..yeah that’s it.”
  • “So on a scale of 1-10, how much did you enjoy it?”
  • “I’m not gonna lie; it was pretty epic so I’d say an 11.”
  • “WOAH OKAY WE GOT A WINNER OVER HERE EVERYONE! Hahaha so would you be interested in viewing the light show that this park projects tonight at 8pm?”
  • “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”
  • “Good good good..so thanks for helping me with this survey, but I bet you noticed that I don’t have a pen or paper?”
  • “AH YOU GOT ME! Honestly, I kinda thought about it, but I thought that maybe you had dictophonic memory (when you remember everything you hear) or something..?”
  • “Nah, I just wanted to start a random conversation so that I could confront you.”
  • You’re just like, “..on?..”
  • Baekhyun, being completely extra, sighs and goes “Listen, I was in that line over there and your beauty was blinding me for about 15 minutes. I have a career to uphold, and I don’t need cataracts.”
  • So you’re playing it off cockily, “And? How am I supposed to fix that?”
  • “Let me take you out tonight. We can go to that light show and have a great time together!! Do I need to go to that fortune teller to ask her about the ever present future we have together?”
  • “Okay. We can, and I’m sure we’ll get “lit” (lol.). No, you don’t have to because I see our future, too.”

Your Relationship

  • As predicted, your ever present future came closer than you thought it would.
  • Baekhyun wasn’t only your boyfriend, but he was your best friend.
  • No one could ever replace him, and he knew that, but there were times that he’d get jealous and kind of go off on the waiter that just complimented you on your food choice.
  • Everyone all we see beagle Baek, but the boyfriend aspect of Baekhyun is never absent when the two of you are together.
  • Whether it was from barely being able to breathe from his cuddles and hugs to his playful, lingering kisses, he was a l w a y s passionate.
  • For the outcome, only expect positivity from him. He was always supportive of your activities and studies, of himself and others, and of your relationship. Even though he would overreact most of the time, he’d never leave your side because the both of you were irreplaceable. 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Snow In California

Masterlist

Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Based off of “Snow In California” by Ariana Grande. Listen here.

Side Note: This is the fifth and last imagine in this special mini Christmas series that I will be writing it. Hope you enjoy!. x


I don’t need another gift, I just have one wish. This year can you… just make it snow in California? I’ll even settle for rain. Don’t want him to go tomorrow morning, give me something to make him stay.

Mac, was like superman. Always flying off to save the day. His line of work had him sacrificing quite a few things that everyday, 9-5 working individuals could enjoy without any issue. However, for a government agent those luxury days off came once in a blue moon, if lucky.

Matty had ordered everyone to go home.To rest, relax, recharge and do whatever else one’s heart desired. She hadn’t made any promises, but told the team that she’ll try and keep the case interruptions to a bare minimal.

It had been a rare Christmas miracle spending the holidays with Mac, unfortunately, he had no choice but to leave today after the amazing Christmas you two shared. Matty could only give so many free vacation passes, until missions hit criteria and required the team to drop what they were doing to solve the latest crime.

Laying on your stomach, arms folded over one another on the pillow as a head rest, you were perfectly content in just watching Mac sleep. Not seeing him in over two months held mostly negatives. Like, wanting to tell him about your day but couldn’t due to time zones, or wanting to kiss him whenever your heart craved but having to resort to blowing a kiss threw the computer screen instead, it just wasn’t the same. The only positive about long-distance relationships was the reunion. The part where you finally could smell their scent, wrap your arms around their body and of course the imitate loving making, like the one you and Mac engaged in last night.

Watching the sun rays bounce off his face, Mac carefully opened his eyes, revealing the gorgeous ocean blue colour that never failed to compel you. He moved the sheet down an inch, and ran his hand all over your back. “Morning, beautiful”.

“Morning, handsome”.

Inching closer, you switched to the side, giving Mac a long good morning kiss. He sneaked an arm around your waist. “I really wish I didn’t have to go”.

At the sheer mention of the fact he had to leave today, tension arose. You tried to hide it, but Mac instantly picked up on the vibe.

“I’m sorry, I just ruined the mood, didn’t I?”.

Styling his fringe to one side, expect for one strand that lay loose on his forehead. “It’s fine, you leaving is unavoidable”.

Climbing out of bed, Mac reached for your wrist. “Stay in bed for 5 more minutes”.

“But you have to start packing?”.

“Not for 5 more minutes, I don’t”.

Cosy back up to Mac, you just laid in his arms. Neither wanting to ruin the moment. Words weren’t needed, not for those 5 minutes anyway.

Once Mac’s second alarm reminder rang, he forced himself to get out of bed and start the painful process of goodbye. He got halfway through packing when you decided to delay that stupid process, and it wasn’t your first attempt at trying this little trick either.

Drumming your fingers along the edge of the suitcase, you took the opportunity when Mac was most distracted and removed one of his shirts.

“You know you can’t keep on doing that every time I have to leave”. Mac scolded, grabbing his shirt and neatly refolding it back into the suitcase.

Swinging your legs back and forth, you hated this part. The packing of his clothes evoked a plunging feeling of sadness and then the tearful see you soon in the airport lobby, never got easier. No matter how many times you and Mac had to go through the lengthy goodbye process.

“Then don’t leave and I won’t”.

“We knew this was only going to be a two day holiday visit, unless you have some sort of miracle up your sleeve, I’m afraid I have to go”. Mac leaned in for a passionate kiss. Pulling him down by the neck, he chuckled in the midst of the heated exchange. “Stop trying to distract me, you know I can’t resist showing you how much I love you when you start kissing me like that”. His eyes travelled to the several opened buttons of his shirt, licking his lips. “And I so badly want too again, but I’ve got to go have a shower”.

“I don’t see you for two months, and in return all I get is a two days with the man I love”. It was only meant to be a comment to yourself, but Mac heard just as he reached the bathroom door.

He sighed, deeply, kneeling down in front of you. “I wish things were different. Waking up, coming home and falling asleep with you would be the highlight of my days. But, we’ve talked about this and right now my job-”.

“Comes first”, sadly finishing his own sentence.

He shook his head. “You come first. And I know that doesn’t mean much considering I leave every time Matty or Jack call, but I promise things will change soon”. Mac played with the infinity ring on your right ring finger, to indicate that he was very serious about making that change. “On the bright side, we had one hell of a magical Christmas”.

You did the best smile you could master. “Yeah, it was pretty amazing”. Pecking your lips, he jogged into the bathroom for his shower. Falling on top of the crinkled covers, the pillow smelled like him and it made you smile. Apart of you wanted to cry at how unfair this was, but you couldn’t do that in front of Mac. It would made him feel guilty even more so for leaving, and none of this was his fault.

Turning on the radio, the new’s anchors voice filled the room. Leaning your head against the window panel, the weather forecast called for clear blue skies. Right now you selfishly prayed for a stroke of luck that would allow Mac to stay for one more night. As greedy as it sounded, his arms were the only place you wanted to be in. And for that to happen it required a heavy downpour of rain, or even snow.

Mac emerged from the bathroom, suitcase in tow, ready to leave any minute. “I called a cab, they should be here in the next 10 minutes”. When you didn’t offer any sort of acknowledgment, Mac came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I know it’s selfish of me to want you to stay, Mac. But unlike your team, I don’t get to see you everyday. Can you blame me for wanting extra time with you?”.

“If your selfish then so am I, because I want that more than anything as well”. He replied, nuzzling into your neck which made you giggle.

A unexpected crack of thunder echoed, your attention turned to the radio. Mac waltzed over to increase the volume. “It looks like we might have to stay indoors, folks. It’s predicted a heavy rain fall will drench the city over the next 24 hours. So, cancel any plans of travel and stay rugged up because it looks like it’ll be a cold night ahead”.

The urge to scream out in joy got harder to maintain as another second ticked by. Mac noticed the reaction you wanted to give, flashing a smirk your way.

A sudden burst of rain flooded down outside and Mac could barely hear his phone ring. He excused himself and you prayed for yet another miracle that would allow him to stay.

Nervously biting your lip. “So, do I get one more night with my man or do you have to leave despite the weather warning?”.

Removing his leather jacket, he tossed into on top of the suitcase. “You’re stuck with me for one more night”. Closing the gap, nerves were replaced with a familiar feeling of lust. “Gee, how are we going to keep ourselves entertained?”. He playfully teased, caressing your cheek with his right thumb.

“I can think of a few ideas”. Seductively tilting your head towards the next room over - the bedroom.

“The best miracle ever”. Mac whispered before hungrily pulling you in for a kiss.

The next 24 hours felt like Christmas all over again, they felt like home.