idk i guess this is a part 2




ok but how fitting is it that the first piece of cc i upload is literally a trash can and mailbox. @marley-v asked if i could make these two into decor items & i have! they’ll show up under wall decor and don’t cost anything to buy. i tried making them base game compatible but s4s wouldn’t let me so?? if anyone knows how to make stuff bgc without exporting a mesh onto a bg item pls let me know so i can update this >:-)

they only come in the ea colors so feel free 2 recolor (you can include the mesh all i did was click a few buttons to make it show up in a different category) & make sure to message me abt any issues <3


luna x ginny i see stars nestled in the soft curve of your smile

doodle edit series (pt. 2)

#Work Doodles Part 5. Oh boy. Someone better answer the grumpy Asian kid or things are not gonna be pretty. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

Okay, so I think that you guys might possibly find this interesting. Idk if you all know about the character Firestorm from the DC universe, but he’s going to be in a game called Injustice 2. 

Now, guess who’s going to be voicing him? 

Dante Basco. Who also voiced this other hothead.

Now, at certain times, Firestorm can use blue flames, making him seem more like this other hothead.

Now for one final part to this that’s also funny. Firestorm is also a character in the cartoon Justice League Action, and I’ve fallen in love with him there. He’s got such a lovable personality. In it, he’s voiced by P.J Byrne.

Now, as we know, P.J Byrne voices Bolin.

He’s not a firebender, but his brother Mako is.

So inclusion, Firestorm makes me think of the firebenders of the Avatarverse, and I love him for that.

I'll Be Waiting // Jung Jaehyun


the prompt: how about a neighbourau! For jaehyun in which one of u just moves in? ☺️☺️☺️ I’ve daydreamed this scenario so much!

words: 1329

category: fluff

author note: i suppose this lil fluff is to make up for the angst i dumped upon you guys. also, to who requested this, i wasn’t sure what you wanted, but i hope you like this!

- destinee

Originally posted by jyofanclub


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There has been news that a priceless artifact has gone missing. The same night a taco restaurant has been robbed of all it’s tacos. You are currently running away from the crime scene about to get in your stolen vehicle when a couple of police stop you. They tell you to freeze. You stop knowing fully that you can be arrested. Luckily you always have a back up plan and there are only two cops. You freeze and they search your things. They find the artifact that you stole. They ask if you have seen any tacos.  You tell them no. They leave you alone and continue their search. You still have the artifact in your bag and continue your escape.


A wild Papyrus has appeared!

Part 2: Renegade
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unpopular opinion i guess but i dont feel like part 2 was worse than part 1?? i guess I dont feel like they even should be compared bc theyre so different in tone. part 1 was all building up, psuedo fantasy, lighthearted (well…compared to part 2 lol), character establishing type of stuff. part 2 is all drama!!! and real world consequences! so of course ppl are gonna find part 2 worse bc a lot of bad things happen to characters in it, but idk i just feel that this part was more together story wise? remember how fast paced and all over the place part 1 was? part 2 didnt exactly slow down but it at least kept a focus on things, which is why imo part 2 was easier to watch all the way through in one sitting (while it took me like 3 days to watch part 1). more things happened and i was always on the edge of my seat! idk i think we should give part 2 a chance is all, and we shouldnt let it affect whether or not tgd gets a season 2!!!

(the cartoon bits gotta go tho lol. like i said before, they should be their own separate entity like a webseries between breaks)

Breaking...Epilogue PART 1!

Masterlist (If you haven’t seen any of the Repairing shorts, go here please!)

A/N: This isn’t even 1/3 of what the full epilogue is going to end up being. But I am so frustrated about not having posted in like 2 weeks so take this fro suspense I guess??? @marquiis-de-la-baguette you wanted suspense?!

Warnings: Idk maybe language probably???

Wordcount: 2248

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What was once Broken


You feel tired.


Your body is sore.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your mind is weak.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You can breathe.

 Your eyes flutter open, there’s a bright light and your eyes can’t focus on it. Philip…where is…where’s Philip? Your eyes were starting to adjust but things were still a bit hazy. You looked to your right and saw a silhouette, warm skin, dark and wavy hair. Angie…? The figure came closer to you and you were met with an emerald green. Wait…Rachel? You blinked away the metaphorical film over your eyes. There she was.

“Oh my God… Oh my God! You’re alive! Oh God…!” She was crying, tears staining a face you had almost forgotten.

“A-Anna…? Where…What’s going on?” You wheezed. She looked tired, like she had stayed up for days.

“We were jumped; don’t you remember?” Yeah, I do remember. I also faintly recall a bullet passing through my skull.  “Some asshole tried to mug us, he pulled out a gun and everything! You saved my fucking life! You gave me a chance to run and call the cops. I heard a gunshot and I thought…I thought you were dead. But when the ambulance came, you were still alive! Apparently the bullet got lodged in the chamber and exploded, you only got some of the fragments. The real problem was that after the shot didn’t work, he used the handle to hit over the head. You’ve been pretty much unconscious for eight days… But you’re awake! You are never allowed to almost die on me again, you hear me?”

“Eight days…?”

“Yeah, we were all starting to think that…that you wouldn’t make it… But on that second night, you woke up for a little bit! It meant you had a chance! I missed you so much, nerd bucket!” she cried, you felt your eyes burn a bit from tears pricking at the edges.

“I missed you too, smarty pants!”

 You had to spend a few extra days in the hospital for observation and that gave you a chance to get caught up. All of your friends and family sent their regards and you were glad to hear from them after so long, but that was the thing. Time was odd for you. The memory of waking up under the lamp post felt like it was four years ago, but the shot happening in the street and the shot from Eacker felt like they just happened. It was like both worlds existed simultaneously for you, and you simply moved yourself between them. You felt like you were forgetting something, there was a gap of time missing from between your second death and you waking up in the hospital. It was blank slate that troubled you. However, something else was bugging you even more. Philip. It was gnawing at you, you didn’t have answers, you hated not having answers. Was it really all just a dream? No, it couldn’t have been! He…he was real… You’d see the sun rise every morning and smile, forgetting that he wasn’t going to say hello to you before breakfast. When the sun would set you’d cry, because you knew that he wouldn’t read you a poem he wrote earlier that day. You were unbelievably depressed, even more than you had been in the past. You lost someone, you sacrificed yourself for them and for what? This loneliness, this feeling of something being missing?

The days felt longer and all you had to do all day was think about him. You wanted answers but had no way of getting them yet. You were lucky to have Anna around, honestly she was the only reason why you’d smile for a while there. You were the one to die, but it felt as if he had. You didn’t have any way of knowing if the world had just reset itself, and truthfully that scared you more. What if none of it happened? None of it mattered? But some things were different, something had to have changed. Your hands, they weren’t calloused from the years of work and writing with a stupid feather. There were no scars on your palms from breaking that fragile teacup. They were exactly how you remembered them to be. You looked into the mirror, Anna warned you not to freak out. All across your right temple and some of that side of your forehead were tiny red indents. According to the doctors, the broken shrapnel hit you and would definitely leave scarring. Every night you looked at the dots and remembered what Philip said to you on that night. ‘Now we match! I have spots on my face and you have some on yours!’ ‘Baby’s breath, it looks like the stars. Well, and you remind me of the stars.’ It felt almost taunting to you.

“I guess now we really do match sunshine…” You heard a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called out, you heard her voice.

“Hey, sister! I come baring something you’re going to love!” You flinched a bit when you heard Anna call you ‘sister’, you weren’t sure why, that was one of her nicknames for you. It just had an odd sense of familiarity.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound as much like your old self as possible. You felt like you were four years older than your body.

“I got you a lil present!” She skipped over to you and handed you an envelope. “Open it! The anticipation is killing me!” She whined. You chuckled softly and carefully tore it open. Reaching your hand in, you pulled out two small pieces of paper. No…fucking…way! “Hamilton tickets! Richard Rogers Theater, on Broadway!  How much do you love me?” She raised an eyebrow. You were completely astonished.

“How did…when did… Who did you have to kill to get these?” You squealed.

“No killing involved, honey! And when it comes to getting them…let’s just say I know a guy who bought them a long time ago and doesn’t need them anymore.”

“That sounds…ominous. Your eyes are doing that scary glint thing.”

“They are not, my eyes are beautiful and the most impressive shade of hazel you will ever see!” She snapped her fingers.

“For the last time, your eyes are green, they’re only brown on the very edge and honestly it’s closer to a black color.” You two had this fight all the time, it was honestly just an inside joke between you both at this point. She rolled her eyes.

“The doctors said that you could be signed out after in a few more days! We’ll go have a girls’ day out on Wednesday and then finish it all off with the show! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” She sounded so happy and hopeful, you always appreciated her energy.

“Are you sure you can do that? I know you’ve been missing a lot of school because of me, wouldn’t that hurt your grade? How am I supposed to feel when I find out that my best friend’s political career is ruined?”

“Nerd bucket, you don’t need to worry about anything. The teachers adore me and my grades are perfect! Do not ever question my capabilities! Also, Roxanne called this morning, she can’t wait to see you, she’s making cookies for you.” She informed.

“Aw! Roxanne is such a sweetie! Seriously, how did you manage to convince that angel to date you for this long?” You joked. Roxanne was Anna’s girlfriend; they were honestly the perfect couple.

             You got to spend a few more days in the hospital, no phone or anything like that. It got boring very quickly. Luckily you had your theories, those kept your mind going. You wanted to know what happened but you were forced to wait. When you were finally cleared to leave, you had every intention of figuring out what was going on. Unfortunately, that’s not how it went down. Anna was around you the whole day, most of the time was spent at the mall trying to find something to wear. She picked out a flowy, lavender dress with small flowering on the bodice. She snagged a simple, peachy dress that looked amazing on her. You questioned whether you’d be over dressed and she told you that you can never be over dressed. It was odd, putting on a dress that didn’t involve a million years’ worth of undergarments and metal death traps. The two of you went back to the apartment and you were hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. She did your hair and makeup and once the time arrived you left.

“We should’ve left early so we could grab dinner!” You stated, she shook her head mischievously.

“We’re getting diner after the show, I’ve always got more surprises up my sleeve!” She chuckled to herself. Oh my god, and she says I’m a nerd. What a fucking dork! She linked your arms together and hailed a cab, you usually didn’t like to take them because of the traffic but it wasn’t that far since you had walked for a little bit. It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of Richard Rogers Theater and you were completely geeking out. Anna looked at her watch.

“Fuck! I was hoping to get here a bit earlier to check on something! Whatever, let’s just get inside!” She led you by the arm into the theater. Oh my fucking God!! There are the lights! There’s the stage! LOOK AT THAT SET!! You both took your seats, which were surprisingly good, and waited anxiously.

“This is literally the second coolest thing to ever happen to me!” You said giddily.

“Well, get ready sweetheart! It’s about to be number one!” The lights went down and the whole audience was submerged in darkness for a moment. I still remember the words…this is so weird. The show began, the familiar melody of the opening song filled the room. A man with dark skin appeared on the stage.

Burr: “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a

Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor

Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”

Wow…he looks just like…Wait! More people were flooding onto the stage from different points.

Laurens: “The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.”

Philip? This time, you did feel your thought fall from your lips. That looks…

Jefferson: “And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted

Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.”


Madison: “Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.”

I haven’t seen you in a while…Mulligan? Madison? Shit I’m confused now. The song continued, your curiosity growing at every face that reminded you of someone else, someone you knew, someone you loved. And then you wondered more and more about that man. He looks like my sunshine… But for some reason, it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the butterflies in your stomach when you looked at this person, it was like he had the cover of a book you adored but it ended up being a different tale entirely. You felt that the song was going to end soon.

Mulligan/Lafayette: “We fought with him.”

Philip: “Me? I lost for him.”

Angelica/Eliza/???: “Me? I loved him.”

Burr: “And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.”

Lost? I thought that line was ‘I died for him’? Did he get it wrong? The song ended as you finished that thought. The rest of Act 1 played through and you were blown away by how incredible it was. There were so many things that reminded you of your time with them. It was bittersweet. Act 2 came in with a bang. Thomass Jeffershit! The man playing him got his looks and personality down to the T. Take a break came on and you couldn’t help but giggle at the person playing Philip. He really was my poet… When Say No to This faded in, chills ran down your spine. Nope, don’t want to think about that! Weird train of thought! WEIRD TRAIN OF THOUGHT!! Everything was going along normally until Cabinet Battle #2 ended. You were expecting to hear the words of Aaron Burr in Washington On Your Side, but another, familiar sound faded in. What is this? Doesn’t a different song break up the narrative of following along with the Washington theme?! There was some sort of hasty knocking sound, the woman playing Eliza ran in with someone draped under her arm. It was the woman who played Peggy and Maria, except her outfit was different. She had a cloth tied around her head, her dress was much flatter than the other and was white like the ensemble characters. There was a purple slip over the top of it but it had an opening on the front to show the white part. Who in the hell…?

Forgetful (Part 2)

Word Count: 1,548
Reader Gender: Female I guess idk 
Warnings: Cussing, car accident,
Love Interest: Pietro Maximoff
Note: I know some of you are like ???? didn’t I read this??? and yes, but you read the other version. I’ve rewritten it because it was brought to my attention that it was vv cringy, and honestly I couldn’t agree more. So, here we are with a new version, and hopefully a better one.

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

lt’s been quite some time since I left Pietro, about a month actually. Pietro has tried calling me more than once, but I’ve ignored him every single time. Why the hell should I pick up? He doesn’t deserve to try to apologize, there’s no excuse for what he did. So, he doesn’t deserve the chance to try and make one. At first, I felt sorry for myself. I blamed me rather than him, and almost called him to try and make up. That’s when Nat and Tony talked some sense into me.

They helped me realize that what he did wasn’t my fault. Now, rather than being sad, I’m just angry. I was angry that he had the audacity to do what he did, then argue with me over it. I was angry that he thought that he wasn’t in the wrong. I was angry at everything he did and said. I liked the anger, it was better than the sadness I had felt. Tony then suggested I take my anger to the training room, and it was a great idea.

I rarely got time to train, let alone the motivation, and I liked it. My combat skills and strength have increased in such a short about of time. It didn’t take long for the news of the break up to spread across to the other members of the team. I already knew that Wanda knew, the both of them were siblings after all. Soon enough the everyone knew, and in turn everyone was angry. Well, we were missing a few people.

Bruce was missing, as usual, and had been missing for a while. I doubted he’d return anytime soon, given his history. Thor simply wasn’t on Earth, and he was probably keeping peace in the realms. I had grown closer to the team, and it was one good thing that came out of The Incident. Bucky and I had become good friends, but Tony still remained my best friend. We were currently watching T.V., Bucky and I had placed bets on the news.

He bet that they’d rerun the Loki story again, even though it’s been quite a while since the incident. I, on the other hand, had bet that they couldn’t milk that story any more than they already have. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was right, once again. I huffed, pulling out a 20 as he just smiled at me, rubbing in the fact that he won. I simply rolled my eyes, shoving the bill into his hand.

“Well, I guess you were right.” I huffed.

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.” He said.

“I think I liked you more when you were being all dark and brooding.” I said, smiling at the face he made.

“I’m not dark and brooding, I’m a damn delight.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, my bad, I guess I read all the signs wrong.” I joked and I saw him squint.

“What signs are you fucking-” Bucky began, but was silenced by my pillow.

“Watch your fucking mouth, I’m trying to watch the damn news.” I demanded jokingly and he shook his head in disapproval.

“Bitch.” He mumbled.

“Whore.” I shot back.

This was partly why I enjoyed having conversations with Bucky, or any members of the team for that matter. It was easy to talk to them, and it reminded me of how many times Pietro and I fought with one another. A part of me does still love him, I mean, we were together for a long time. I know better than to just go crawling back or something like that. What he did was inexcusable, and that’s all there is to it.

Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with him, but ignoring him seems like a pretty good decision. Even if I were to take him back somehow, he’d have to prove to me that he’s changed. He’d have to prove he’s different, and I’m not sure that he can do that. My phone made a noise, notifying me that I had a text message. I rolled my eyes as I read the message, and it was from none other than Pietro himself.

Please pick up.

No, leave me alone.

Please, I need to talk to you.

No, what you need is a new attitude, and maybe a reality check.

Just give me another chance.

To what? Break my heart again? Not a chance.

Please, just meet me at the park, and give me 5 minutes.

What do I get in return? 5 minutes of Hell?

If you don’t like what I say, then I’ll never bother you again.

That offer did sound rather enticing, especially considering he hasn’t made that offer before. I’ll have to think about it for a moment before giving him an answer. It’d be nice to have him stop trying to call and text me every 5 minutes of every damn day. I sighed as I stared at the screen, noticing Bucky raise an eyebrow at me from the corner of my eye. I showed him the messages that had been exchanged, and he shrugged.

“What should I do, Buck-a-roo?” I asked.

“First, you should stop calling me that. Second, I’d go for it. It’ll get him off your back, and if you don’t want to listen to him, you can just tune him out.” Bucky offered and I nodded.

“Very true,” I nodded, “I’m doing it.”

Fine, but 5 minutes is all you’re getting.

I stood up, shoving my phone in my back pocket before going to slip on my shoes. I didn’t announce my departure, it’s not like I was heading to France or something. Plus, Bucky already knows where I’m going. It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ll just get scolded by Tony for not telling him where I was going. You know what, I’ll just text him. The last thing I want to do is spend an hour listening to him drone on about the how dangerous it is not telling anyone.

Heading to the park, be back in a few.

I kept my phone in my hand as I walked, expecting Tony to be texting me back soon. Thankfully, the park is right down the street, otherwise I would’ve said no. I’m too lazy to be walking or driving somewhere that’s not close by. I saw Pietro text me again, wondering where I was. He’s always forgetting that he’s literally the only one with super speed. I, a lowly human, must walk at but a snail’s pace to get everywhere.

I texted him, letting him know that I was on my way. I felt my chest tighten a little as I walked down the sidewalk. We haven’t seen one another since what happened, and I had planned on keeping it that way. I just don’t think he can ever grow up, honestly. With everything he did, and how he treated me before, it’s kind of like a slap in the face. Well, if everything goes south, at least I got him off of my back.

I looked both ways before beginning to cross at the crosswalk. My phone rang, and I picked it up once I saw that it was Tony. I looked up, seeing Pietro waiting at the other end. I did a small wave, and he returned it. I started talking to Tony, but everything moved slowly. Well, it moved slow and fast at the same time. Pietro was frozen in shock, the event completely catching him off guard. The headlights of the truck met my eyes, and I was also frozen.

I couldn’t move, and even if I did, the car was too close for me to get out of the way in time. A gasp rushed through my throat, filling my lungs up with pure fear. The hood of the vehicle collided with my abdomen, and I screamed as pain shot through me. I faintly heard Tony yelling onto the phone, but it was knocked out of my grip before I could even get another breath out. I felt one of my legs shatter from the impact.

As my body rolled on top of the hood, I felt my hip bones shatter as well. Due to the speed of the truck, I rolled from the windshield and to the roof. I felt my skin rip under the metal of the vehicle, and the wind get knocked out of me when I was thrown onto the pavement. My body felt like it was on fire, and I knew I had broken more than just my leg and hip. A new pain surged through me as a car drove over me, others screeching to a halt.

I would’ve screamed, but my senses were overridden with pain. Darkness dotted my vision as my ears faintly picked up my name being called. My lids were slowly closing, the pain and the darkness persuading them to shut. I was lifeless, and I couldn’t move anything if I tried. Everything hurt too much, and it was difficult to breath. I felt a hand go on my cheek, registering a voice but not registering what they were saying.

“Please, please stay with me.” A voice said.

Everything went black.

Seeing Double

Anon Request: Hi! I’ve been reading your fics for a while now, I totally love them!!! I have a request, if you’re willing. A jim kirk x 5 year old child! reader who’s actually his child from one of his old one night stand or something that he has to take care of. Thank you!

Daddy!Jim and Daughter!Reader (Part 2!)

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: None!!

A/N: I hope this is okay! I realize there really isn’t a lot of Jim taking care of the kid but idk I’m still happy with the way it turned out, so I hope you are too! I definitely got a little too involved in the backstory lol. I think I might do a part 2 at some point, just because I like the idea of Jim and his kid pulling pranks on people throughout the ship. We’ll see, we’ll see. 

“Sir, we have a wee situation in Engineering.”

Jim cursed under his breath. It hadn’t even been three hours yet. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re the best engineer in the fleet Mr. Scott. I trust you can handle it while I finish this briefing.”

“I think this is something you’ll want to come down and see for yourself, captain.”

Jim pushed himself up from the table, cradling the comm to his ear. He spoke in a whisper: “Look, Scotty. I told you I’m in a briefing and frankly the admiral in charge is pretty hot so I’ve got to act like a Captain, okay? Whatever it is you can handle it.”

Scotty sighed. “All right, all right. Remind me what the procedure is for stowaways again.”

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BTS Wings in Jakarta Report (and random fact)

1. They’re all really really handsome in real life (this is a fact)
2. Hoseok is literally the brightest sunshine, so precious, someone protect.
3. Hoseok introduce himself as Harapan which means hope in bahasa… now I’m soft as fuck
4. Jimin is small. Like, not short, but small… just his figure overall
5. They don’t even use translator I’m so impressed…. They all speak in English and Indonesian and some simple korean words (they have cheat sheets tho lol)
6. Jin kept a shredded heart shaped paper (idk why he did that) and make a heart using it lol
7. Jin proudly said he went to Sulawesi (for the lotj) and he said Jakarta is as beautiful ;_;
8. They noticed the fan project! They pickup a banner and plug off their earphone when the fans changed the lyrics to 2!3!
9. Jk picked a jin and jimin’s printed meme (face mask? Idk) and stuck them on his shirt
10. They’re all very passionate with what they’re doing….. You can just feel it. They are born to be performers, it’s amazing
11. Everyone has brown-dark brown-black hair (y'all already knew about that i guess)
12. Hoseok has parted hair (FORE! HEAD! HO! SEOK!)
13. Jimin told a fan not to cry I’m sobbing
14. Hoseok seems very happy when he perform MAMA… he seems happy all the time tbh i love him
15. If you can’t tell already, I’m soft for Hoseok (that is also a fact)
16. They did a medley of their hit songs before YNWA and Wings (Danger, NMD, etc) except INU
17. I’m so sad they didn’t include Butterfly in their setlist ;_;

anonymous asked:

Top 5 of ur fav dads in hq 😊

LMAO OKAY ANON I GUESS IM DOING THIS (although im borderline kinkshaming you fdsgjsgfhds <3 <3)


2. The most obvious choice…. Sawamura Dadchi

3. DADDY KUROO. he’s literally one step away from yellin “GET OFF MY LAWN” at some children



Thanks for asking!!

(I think that picture may be Vices and Virtues era but idk)
HIYA! I wrote this and there WILL be a part 2 with the sexy times.
This one has no warnings except I guess it is suggestive?
3000 wordssss.
The sexy times will be upon us soon. (oh god. cringey)

You held your stomach as you laughed. You were sore from laughing so hard. Dallon and Brendon were ‘dancing’ in the dressing room as you all waited for the show to start.

You were Panic! At The Disco’s lead guitarist after Ryan Ross left and you loved it. You had become really close with Dallon and Spencer and you had been dating Brendon for a while. You were living your dream. Sure, you were only 24, but you were travelling the world doing what you love with the people you love. You had also taken over the position of back up vocalist which was fun as you got to sing with Brendon which you always looked forward to.

You and Brendon had great chemistry on stage. You could never replace Ryan and you acknowledged that publicly but you had a great time and people loved you. Since you were the only female member of the band, you got a lot of crap questions about your clothes and make up while the guys got questions about their success. You didn’t mind much, the guys thought it was shitty so they usually gave the person asking the questions a lot of crap about it.

“Panic! At the Disco to sound check in five minutes. Panic! At the Disco to sound check.” You heard as the little intercom let you know what to do.

“We should just go now. I don’t know where the stage really is.” Dallon says after he catches his breath from laughing at Brendon’s dance moves. You and the guys start to wander through the halls backstage and eventually come across the entrance to the stage.

You were always a bit star struck when you entered an arena that you knew would be full of people here to listen to the band. You looked around, the amount of seating was overwhelming, the lights were bright and the acoustics had to be amazing. You were always a bit nervous about performing live but you thrived on the chemistry between the band members.

You and Dallon always skipped around and would get entirely too close to Brendon to bother him. You would jump around and make a fool of yourselves but you had fun and the crowd loved it. Of course Brendon would get back at both you and Dallon. Brendon would take advantage of the spotlight and tell everyone to pay really close attention to Dallon when he had a difficult bassline to play. But Brendon always took it out on you especially.

You and Brendon weren’t public with your relationship so he could be blatantly sexual towards you and you just had to brush it off as you didn’t want to publicize what was working well. The fans would theorize about your relationship and ship you with anyone associated to the band. You had even been paired with Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance. People were intent on putting you in relationships. People usually labeled Brendon’s behavior as theatricality and you thanked them for it.

You walked to you space on the stage and picked up the guitar that you would be using for the first part of the set. You played a Gretsch G6134B Black Penguin and a Stratocaster American Standard. The Black Penguin was a bit flashy but it played like a dream and sounded amazing in any setting. The Stratocaster was iconic of any rock band so you picked up the slack.

The guys decided to warm up with I Write Sins; you never really cared what the set list consisted of as long as you had a copy and could play. You started off strong and laughed as Brendon changed to lyrics to mess with you.

“Oh. Well imagine as she’s pacing the halls of the hotel at night
And I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear that she writing a song

What a beautiful chorus

What a beautiful chorus written by the lead guitarist”

He continues with his quick and witty lyric change about a song you wrote on tour. You laugh as he mumbles through a verse, trying to think of what else to say. Dallon is doing a little dance behind Brendon and Spencer is trying to hold it together and refrain from laughing at the ridiculous display.

You all play your individual parts so that the sound crew can adjust the levels to accommodate the venue and your instruments. A tech walks up to you and hands you a small set list to attach to your guitar.

Vegas Lights
Mrs. Jackson
Casual Affair
New Perspective
This is Gospel
Girl That You Love
Ballad of Mona Lisa
I Write Sins
I Have Friends
Far Too Young To Die
Sarah Smiles

“Holy shit, Bren. This is some set list.” You say, half surprised by the caliber of the set list, half testing your mic.

“Closer to a discography.” You hear Dallon mutter as he examines the list. Usually it was a group effort to determine a set list but no one had thought about it until last minute and Brendon stepped up to figure something out.

“You okay, love?” you ask as you walk over to Brendon who was sitting on an amp at the side of the stage.

“Yeah, just a bit sad that I haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time with you lately.” He tells you as he pulls you gently in to his lap. You smiled at him and kissed him gently. He hugged you tightly as you sat on his lap.

“Ready for the show? It’s going to be a lot of fun. I am surprised by some of your choices but it’s going to be great.” You reassure him as you trace patterns on his back. After a few minutes, you get up and pull Brendon to his feet. The four of you sit back stage and chat as the arena begins to fill. You and Brendon sit on one couch; you sit with your legs draped over his lap and his arm around your waist. Spencer and Dallon sit on the other couch.

Brendon debates something with Spencer as you have a conversation with Dallon about what both of you are excited about for the rest of the tour. You notice that Brendon has slid his hand up your leg and is resting his hand on your upper thigh below the hem of your shorts. His fingers trace light patterns on the inside of your leg. You try to ignore it and carry on your conversation. You shift a bit to try to get Brendon to quit but he is relentless.

Luckily, the band manager comes to save you from the sexually tense hell that you are stuck in.

“Hey [y/n], can I steal you for a sec?” you hear Zack ask through the head set from the other side of the stage. You lament the idea that you have to run across stage to get to him but it’s the fastest way and you don’t want to get lost. You escape Brendon’s hold on you and shoot him a little glare which he returns with a sweet, innocent looking smile. You roll your eyes and pull your hood over your head and skip across the stage.

You get to the other side with minimal attention attracted. You thank your small form for not attracting the attention of the thousands of fans waiting for your band. You got to Zach and he smiled at you.

“Hey there, do you know what Brendon is trying to do with his set list? I know he was put in charge of it for tonight’s show but he put some stuff on here that I didn’t know you guys would play.” Zach asks you.

“Not exactly sure as to why you think I know what is going through that boys head but I don’t. Sorry. He seems really in to it though. I don’t feel like I may need a nap in the middle of that monster of a show, but it’s cool.” You said as you took a bottle of water from a nearby table. You drink the water as Zach talks about the set list being longer than usual.

You stayed with Zack and talked about the tour until the announcer introduced the band one at a time with their names and instrument.

Brendon ran on the stage and the crowd started screaming. Spencer ran on stage and the crowd whooped and hollered. Dallon skipped on and the crowd cheered. The announcer then announced “This is Panic! At The Disco and they are performing quite a show for you tonight.

You looked at Zack with a panicked look as the announcer forgot you. Brendon and Dallon looked around and you couldn’t see Spencer. You told Zack that you would introduce yourself and you ran on stage, most likely looking awkward as hell. You got to your microphone and Brendon was laughing at you.

“Hello! I’m apparently not in the band today? Okay. Cool. Okay. I get it.” You laugh as you see the announcer in the sound booth look at you with a look of ‘oh shit. That’s what I forgot to do’.

“So, I am [y/n] and I’m the guitarist, back up vocalist and still in the band.” You laugh as you see that Brendon and the other guys are struggling to hold it together.

“[y/n], we couldn’t do this without you, I’m glad that you didn’t take that mishap as us kicking you out of the band” You heard Dallon say. You laughed a bit and went to your spot on the stage. Brendon announced that the first song was Vegas Lights.

You started the counting as you had the highest voice and Brendon started in to the song. His voice sounded a little distorted through the speakers but it was still amazing. You loved listening to Brendon sing. The song flies by, as the crowd sings and yells along.

Next, Brendon announced Mrs. Jackson and explained that you would be singing Lolo’s part. You smiled at him as his eyes lingered on you. You start out strong and drop out as Brendon starts. You and Dallon sang the backup parts as Brendon kept up with all of the ’Miss Jacksons’ in the song. As he sings about the fire dying, he walks up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. He had done this before and would end up wrapped around you, sharing a mic until the chorus began after Lolo’s part.

Casual Affair: Brendon had a weird little strut that he did during this song that you personally didn’t understand but he kept eye contact with you. He licked his lips when his vocals faded out. You blushed a little and walked to play next to Dallon. You and Dallon played facing each other, almost like you were in a competition.

You made it back to your spot as Brendon told a story about touring before starting Girls/Girls/Boys. You looked at Brendon and he started walking to you as he sang about having a boyfriend. He ran a hand down your cheek as he sang about how the person in the song had him. You bit your lip and turned away. Brendon never had to work very hard to turn you on. You had always been very attracted to him and he liked to use it against you in shows.

You walked back to Spencer and faced away from Brendon as he finished the song. The next song was going to be difficult. The next song was New Perspective and you couldn’t escape him during this song as you sang the chorus with him and the backup.

You tried to ignore him as you played the beginning but you could see that he was smirking at you. Brendon stands eerily close to you, his body pressed against your back. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he sings the lyrics to a song about sex.

As he sings “You come along because I love your face”, you don’t expect his little playful attack but you continue to sing as he tries to throw you off by being Brendon and licking your face. You are thrown off for a second but have to compose yourself as the song is over soon and then you can call him out.

As the song ends, Brendon skips back to his mic stand.

“Bren? Could you explain to the lovely people why I now have to go get a wet wipe from Zack besides the fact that you are a weird human?” you harass him. You walk to Zack and he laughs at the disgusted look on your face.

You walk back to the mic as Brendon loses it over the fact that you are still wiping your face.

“Girls in the audience? Take my advice and never join a band where you are the only female. These guys may seem sweet but then they do things like lick you on stage and cause you to mess up your guitar playing. They may seem like they have everything together, but you haven’t shared a tour bus with these walking disasters.” You say while the guys laugh and agree with your statement about being a walking disaster.

“Oh shut up, [y/n]. You love us.” Brendon says to you.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Did you guys know that there are only three bunks on the new tour bus? There used to be four. No no, there are now three. The decision was made when I joined the band was that I would just share bunks with the guys and go from bunk to bunk.” You say as the guys suddenly look interested in what you are saying as you don’t always say a bunch on stage.

“Do you guys want to hear a story about having to share a bunk with one of the guys?” The crowd got loud at your question and you laughed. You could hear the guys laughing as well. When you asked who they wanted to hear about, the general consensus was that they wanted to hear about Brendon.

Brendon turned a light pink, as the two of you were now in a relationship, you always shared a bed but you would have to make it seem like you didn’t.

“Really? Bren? Of the three guys and you guys choose Bren. Bren, I think the crowd thinks you are pretty and they want to know about your sleeping habits.” Everyone laughed and Brendon shook his head at you and mouthed ‘I’m going to get you for this’ out of sight of the fans. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay I have to choose carefully or Bren may get me. Then again he may get me if I keep calling him pet names. Okay, one of the first nights on the bus, the three guys were already close and I was super new to the music scene and band and shy. So, Brendon offers to let me stay in his bunk that night, so we go to sleep and I don’t know if you guys have ever heard this, but Brendon cannot keep his limbs to himself when he sleeps.”

“It’s like he sleeps like a starfish or something. Anyway, it’s like 3 am when I am woken by Brendon kicking me. This is nothing new. What was new was when he rolled over and pushed me off the top bunk. I hit the ground with a loud yelp and a lot of profanity. I look up and see him peering over the edge of the bed looking like a scared child.”

“Needless to say, there is a new sleeping arrangement so no one ends on the floor because I’m pretty sure I still have a scar from the fall.” You finish the story and see that Brendon is covering his face and Dallon is laying on the ground laughing. You walk over to Brendon and tug his hands away from his face. His face is pink from blushing and laughing. He pushes your mic away and starts whispering to you.

“I don’t think you realize how cute you’re being. You are making it really difficult for me to not just kiss you.” He says as he is standing close enough that you can feel his breath hit your face again. He bites his lip lightly and winks at you while he backs away to his mic stand.

The next few songs go by with very little problems musically. Brendon gives you a really difficult time, making eye contact during suggestive lyrics, standing a little too close, letting his hands linger on you. He was driving you crazy.

I Have Friends in Holy Spaces and Far Too Young To Die went by agonizingly slowly. You loved the music that Panic! produced but Brendon had too much fun torturing you and you couldn’t wait for the music to finish.

The next song was Sarah Smiles. As you played and Brendon sang, He walked over to you and sang to you. The lyrics were sweet and he played the part. He pushed your hair from your face and pulled you closer to him whenever he could. You wanted to spend the rest of time with him. Even if it was just sitting in a room watching him write music or watching a movie with him. You always felt more complete around him.

The show quickly came to a close. You waved at the crowd and thanked everyone. While walking off stage, you walked up next to Brendon and slipped you hand in to his. He smirks at you as the two of you walk back to your hotel room.

Love you the mostest.


Breaking... Epilogue Part 2/3 (reupload)

Part 1, masterlist is linked to that

A/N: Idk if this’ll work so we’ll see I guess ;-; I know most of you guys use mobile so I had to make it mobile friendly…even though it looked super cool on my laptop

Wordcount: 4014

Warnings: Everything

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Who in the hell…?

Eliza: “Alright, alright that’s very good. Now don’t worry you’re going to survive this!”

She separated from her and the woman stood tall in the center of the room. Is everything going okay?

???: “I’m carried into the room!”

EN (Ensemble): “To the room, to the room, to the room!”

???: “Blood down my side.”

EN: “Down her side, down her side, down her side!”

???: “And they wonder, will I live or will I die?

They let me in…”

EN: “They let her in, they let her live!”

???: “And they hope I will survive.”

EN: “Stay alive, stay alive…”

???: “But I believe that…I should never be satisfied!”

EM: “Rewind….!”

There was some sort of backwards screaming sound as she spun anxiously in a circle.

???: “I remember that night,

I’ll never forget that night for the rest of my days.

I remember that suitor’s voice,

Pissed off because he’ll never win my praise.

I remember that dreamlike, dirt and fight,

Like a dream that you can’t quite place.

Philip: “But my starlight,

I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.

I have never been the same.

Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pane frame!

And when you said ‘Bye’

I knew you won the game!

Set my heart aflame, every part aflame!”

The man playing Philip danced in toward her with a doe like expression.

???: “When you asked me what’s my name!”

Philip: “You strike me,

As a woman I could surely satisfy.”

???: “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,

get over yourself.”

She turned her back to him.

Philip: “But you’re like me,

I’m never satisfied.”

???: “Isn’t that fine?”

Philip: “I could help you be satisfied…”

She turned back around hesitantly and held out her hand.

???: “My name is Titania Taylor.”


Philip: “Call me Philip Hamilton.

Where’s your family from?”

Titania: “Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done.

But just you wait! Just you wait!”

They began to dance around each other with choreography. Is that…me?

Philip: “So, so, so!

So this is what it feels like to match wits,

With someone at your level!

What the hell is the catch?

There’s a feeling of freedom, of seeing the light!

It’s Ol’Franklin with a key and a kite,

You feel that right?

Our conversation could’ve last two minutes,

Maybe 3 minutes!

Not everything we said in total agreement-

It’s a dream!

Maybe it’s a trance,

It could be her posture; it could be her stance!

I’m a bit of a flirt, but she could give me chance!

We asked about her family, did you see her answer?

Her hands started fidgeting,

She looked askance!

She’s now penniless but she never knew how to dance!

Gorgeous, God she don’t know it!

Strong girl, she knows that she owns it!”

Titania: “I wanna take him far away from this place,

Then I turn and see that boy’s face and he is-“

Philip: “Helpless!”

Titania: “And I know he is!”

Philip: “Helpless!”

Titania: “And his eyes are just!”

Philip: “Helpless!”

Titania: “And I realize,

Three fundamental truths at the exact same time!”

They came together and linked arms.

Titania: “Where are you taking me?”

Philip: “I plan to change your life.”

Titania: I regret letting you lead the way…”

EN: “Number one!”

Titania: “I’m a girl in a world,

In which everyone thinks I should marry rich!

My Father had no son,

So I was the one, who was supposed to strive for one!

But I’m boldest, and the silliest,

And no one should love me, that’s ridiculous!

But Philip Hamilton is the wittiest!


That sure don’t mean I want him any less…”

Philip: “Do you see the starlight? It reminds me of you!”

Titania: “Starlight?”

Philip: “My Starlight…”

EN: “Number two!”

Titania: “They’re still after me,

Because I have no sister and my parents died.

I’d have to be naïve to not step aside.

Maybe that is why,

I take comfort in Eliza, I can’t decide!

Nice going, Titania!

I was right, I will never be satisfied…

Thank you for showing me this…”

Philip: “If it takes a million years for you to see,

It would still be worth it.”

Titania: “I’ll hold you to it.”

EN: “Number three!”

Titania: “He knows me more than I know my own mind!

I will never find anyone as trusting or as kind!

If I tell him that I love him,

I’d be setting him behind,

He’d be mine!

He would say it’s fine!

I’d think he’s lying!

But when I fanaticize at night,

It’s into Philip’s eyes.

As I romanticize,

What would happen if I recite…

My love profusely…

All I want is to be called his wife!”

Philip: “…You’ll always have my eyes in your life…”

Titania: “They’d say…

To the groom!”

EN: “To the groom, to the groom, to the groom!”

Titania: “To the bride!”

EN: “To the bride, to the bride, to the bride!”

Titania: “It could be real as…

As long as I stay alive!

To our union!”

EN: “They let her in, they let her live!”

Titania: “And the hope that we provide!”

EN: “Stay alive, stay alive!”

Titania: “May we always be satisfied!”

EN: “Satisfied, satisfied…”

Titania: “And I know…

I’d be happy as his bride…

And I know….

I will truly be satisfied,

Can I help him be satisfied?”

             It took you a moment to notice the tears streaming down your face. That was you, or at least that version of you. Someone who was unsure, scared and self-sacrificing. It was almost surreal, seeing someone pretend to be you, be your voice, speak your thoughts and show your own story. It felt like being the author of a book that was turned into a movie. Washington On Your Side started up with Burr’s voice and you wondered what else was different. And then it happened again, in We Know. It seemed normal but there was another person there, the woman playing Titania. She was off to the side, still prominent in the scene but almost like she was hiding from the other four men on the stage. From time to time you could hear her voice faintly under the others’.

Alex: “Mister Vice President

Mister Madison

Senator Burr

What is this?”

Jefferson: “We have the check stubs, from separate accounts.”

Madison: “Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts.”

Burr: “To a Mister James Reynolds way back in

Seventeen ninety-one.”

Alex: “Is that what you have, are you done?”

Madison: “You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position.”

Jefferson: “Though ‘virtue’ is not a word I’d apply to this situation.”

Madison: “To seek financial gain, to stray from your sacred mission.”

Jefferson “And the evidence suggests you’ve engaged in speculation!”

Burr: “An immigrant embezzling our government funds!”

Madison/Jefferson: “I can almost see the headline; your career is done.”

Burr: “I hope you saved some money for your daughter and sons!”

Madison/Jefferson: “Ya best g'wan run back where ya come from!”

Alex: “Ha! you don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess.”

Madison/Jefferson: “Confess!”

(Titania: “Say no to this…”)

Alex: “You have nothing; I don’t have to tell you anything at all


Madison/Jefferson: “Unless…”

(Titania: “Lord, show him how to

Say no to this…”)

Alex: “If I can prove that I never broke the law

Do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?”

Burr: “No one else was in the room where it happened…”

(Titania: “Please, you need to

Say no to this!”)

Alex: “Is that a yes?”

Burr/Mads/Jeff: “Um, yes…”

Alex handed Burr a piece of paper.

Burr: “Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth

In the pockets of people like me, down on their luck

You see, that was my wife who you decided to-“

Titania: “Wait!”

Titania ran across the stage, grabbing Alex by the arm and the letter, pulling him away from the others.

Jefferson: “She courted him?

Escorted him to bed.”

Madison: “And when she had him in her corner,

That’s when Reynold’s extorted him.”

Burr: “For a sorted fee?

He paid him quarterly?”

Jefferson: “He may have continued his affair with that maid,

We’ll tell them in the papers.

The public will be set ablaze!”

The focus shifted from the three and to Titania and Alex.

Alex: “If they can see I kept a record of every check in my checkered history,

Check it again against their list n’ see consistency!

I never spent a cent that wasn’t mine,

They sent the dogs after my scent, that’s not fine!

Titania: “Yes, you have reasons for shame,

But you have not committed treason and sullied your good name!

If they can see you have done nothing to provoke legal action.

Maybe our answers will be to their satisfaction?”

Jefferson: “My God…

Gentlemen, let’s go.”

Burr/Mads/Jeff: “But do we really know

What we know?”

Alex: “How do I know they won’t use this against me

The next time we go toe to toe?”

Titania: “Alexander, rumors only grow.

And we both know what we know…”

             Oh my god, I changed history! I really did change history! It definitely wasn’t a dream! I’m not crazy! Next up was Hurricane, that was relatively the same. The only change you noticed was at the end.

Alex: “I’ll write my way out

Overwhelm them with honesty!

This is the eye of the hurricane; this is the only

Way I can protect our legacies!”

EN: “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait!”

Alex: “Titania’s Pamphlet…”

Oh no, not this again!

EN: “Titania’s Pamphlet!”

Jeff/Mads/Angelica: “Have you read this?”

Burr/Jeff/Mads:” Alexander Hamilton had a torrid affair

And he wrote it down right there!”

Madison: “Highlights!”

Alex/Jefferson: “The charge against me

Is a connection with one,                      

James Reynolds!  (James: “James Reynolds!”)

For purposes of

Improper speculation                          

My real crime is an   (Burr: “My real crime is an)

Amorous connection with his wife    (Amorous connection with his wife”)

For a considerable time

With his knowing consent!”

Mads/Burr/Jeff: “Damn!”

Alex/Jeff/Mads: “I had frequent meetings with her

yet some have looked into my own house!”

Burr: “Into his own house!”

Madison: “Into his own house!”

Deep voice: “Damn!”

Alex/Jefferson: “Titania had no part in this, in fact I’ve considered myself as her father.”

Madison/Burr: “No…”

EN: “Booooo!”

Madison/Burr: “Have you read this?”

Jefferson: “Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!”

Madison/Burr: “Never gon’ be President now!

Jefferson: “Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!”

Madison/Burr: “Never gon’ be President now!”

Jefferson: “He’s never gon’ be President now!”

Madison/Burr: “Never gon’ be President now!”

Jefferson: “That’s one less thing to worry about!”

Jeff/Mads/Burr: “That’s one less thing to worry about!”

Angelica/Philip: “I came as soon as I heard.”

Jefferson: “What?!”      

Alex: “Angelica…”    (Philip: “Titania…”)

EN: “All that way from London?!


Alex: “Angelica, thank God   (Philip: “Titania, oh God

Someone who understands   (I don’t know if I understand

What I’m struggling here to do (Please, tell me it’s not true…”)

Angelica: “I’m not here for you…”

EN: “Ooooh!”

Angelica: “I know my sister (Titania: “You know me more)

Like I know my own mind! (Than I know my own mind!)

You will never find (I will never find)

Anyone as trusting or as kind! (Anyone as trusting or as kind!)

I love my sister more than (I love you Philip more than)

Anything in this life! (Anything in this life!)

I will choose her happiness (I would choose your happiness)

Over mine every time! (Over mine every time!)

Put what we had aside (Don’t put what we have aside!)

I’m standing at her side (I’ve always been at your side!)

You could never be satisfied! (The public will never be satisfied!)

God, I hope you’re satisfied (God, I hope their satisfied!)

Jeff/Mads/Burr: “Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!

Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!

Well, he’s never gon’ be President now!

That’s one less thing to worry about.”

Jeff/Mads/Alex:              (EN:

“Hey!                                  (“Well he’s never gon’ )  

At least he was                  (be President now!)

honest with our money!

                                (Well he’s never gon’)

.                               (be President now!)

.                              (Well he’s never gon’)

.                               (be President now!)


At least he was honest          

with our money!”

.                             (That’s one less thing)

.                            (to worry about.”)

Full company:

“That’s one less thing to worry about!

The Titania’s Pamphlet

Jeff/Mads/Burr: Have you read this?

You ever see somebody ruin their own life?”


Full company (Except Alex and Eliza): “His poor wife…”

You were extremely overwhelmed. A lot was happening at once and it all felt so knew to you. It was the most perplexing thing. It didn’t feel like it was you anymore. It was just another person in history, someone who made your decisions. They felt like two separate things. I guess that’s how history goes; we can never know the full extent of it… unless we lived it ourselves. The next song was Burn and you couldn’t help but remember the actual incident with injury. That poor woman didn’t deserve what she got. There were only some small differences in that song.

Eliza: “They published a letter

Her husband wrote to you.

You told the whole world that you brought this girl into our bed!

In clearing your name, you almost ruined my life!”

You weren’t that surprised by the changes. After all, Titania’s Pamphlet was a lot vaguer than the original. A thought came to mind. What about Blow Us All Away?

Philip: “OooooOoooh!

I do, I do, I do, I do!



I do, I do, I do, I do, I do!

Girl, you got me


Look into your eyes and

The sky is them!

I’m Helpless!

Down for the count and I’m

Drowning in ‘em!

Yo, I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight!

Even at revel, they’ll still tell us on a hot night!

Laughing with my sister as she’s dazzlin’ the room

But you’ll walk in, make my heart go


Titania: “Try and catch your eye from the side of the ballroom!

Everyone’s dancing and the band’s top volume!

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine!”

Philip: “Grab my sister

She whispers

‘You’ll get her this time!’

                                  (All men:                

.                                    (“Oooh)

My sister made her way across

the room to you                (Oooh)

And I got nervous,

thinking “What’s she gonna do?”          (Oooh)

She grabbed you by the arm,

I’m thinkin’ ‘That’s new!’                     (Oooh)

Then you look back at me

and suddenly I’m Helpless!               (Helpless!)

Oh, look at those eyes                 (Look into your eyes)

.                                                         (And the sky’s in them)

Oh!                                                    (I’m)

Yeah, I’m                                           (Helpless!)

Helpless, I know                             (Down for the count)

.                                                        (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em)                


.                                                          (I’m helpless!)

I’m so into you                                (Look into your eyes)

I am so into you                               (And the sky’s in them I’m helpless!)


I know I’m down for the count             (Down for the count)

And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.”                      (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.”)

Titania: “Where are you taking me now?”

Philip: “Did you think I was done changing your life?”

Titania: “Then by all means, lead the way.”

Philip: “You can really see the sky out here…”

EN: “Just kiss her already!”

Titania: “Thank you…for being with me”

Philip: “I would spend a million years to prove myself, it would still be worth it.”

Titania: “You’re already worth it…”

Titania/all women: “One week later!”

Titania: “I’m writing a letter nightly

Now my life gets better every letter that you write me!

Laughing at his sister, cuz she knows I care for him!”

Female member of the EN: “I’m just saying if you really loved me, you would marry him!”

Titania: “Yes!”

Philip: “Two weeks later              (All men:

In the living room stressin’           (“Stressin’)

My father’s stone-faced

While I’m asking ‘what are my chances?’     ( Blessin’)

I’m dying inside, as

We wine

And dine

And I’m tryin’ not to cry

‘cause there’s nothing

that our minds can’t do               (Oooh)

My father makes his way across the room

To you

I panic for a second, thinking

“what’s he gonna do?”                          (Oooh)

But then he shakes your hand and says

“It’s true…”                            (Oooh)

And you turn back to me, smiling, and I’m

Helpless!                    (Helpless!)

.                                      (Look into your eyes)

.                                    (And the sky’s in)

.                                     (Them I’m)

Helpless!                      (Helpless!)

Hoo!                                (Down for the count)

.                                         (And I’m drownin’ in)

.                                         (‘em I’m)

.                                         (Helpless!)

That girl is mine

That girl is mine!        (Look into your eyes)

.                                     (And the sky’s in)

.                                   (Them I’m)

Helpless! Helpless!      (Helpless!)              

Down for the count     (Down for the count)

And I’m drownin’ in em!”   (And I’m drownin’ in em!”)


“Philip, I don’t have a dollar to my name

An acre of land, a group at my hand, a dollop of fame

All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain

A couple of callings coming and my top-notch brain

Insane, your family brings out a different side of me

Eliza confides in me, Alexander tried to take a bite of me

No stress, my love for you is never in doubt

We can get a place in Harlem and figure it out

I’ve been livin’ without a family for quite a while

My father tried, my mother died, I grew up with a fake smile

But I’ll never forget what my father taught me, that was real

And long as I’m alive, Philip, swear to God

You’ll never feel so…”

.                                                (All woman:

.              (Philip:                  (“ Helpless!)

Titania:        (“I do I do I do I do!)


.                                         (Helpless!)

.                  (I do I do I do I do!)

I’ve never felt so—

.                                     (Helpless!)

.              (Hey, yeah, yeah!)

.                                              (Down for the count)

.                 (I’m down for the count)       (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em)

.                   (I’m—)

My life is gon’

be fine cuz                                                     (Helpless!)

My sunshine’s in it.

.                        (I look into your eyes,)

.                        (and the sky’s in them)

.                         (I’m)

.                                                            (Helpless!)

.                                                             (Down for the count)

.                     (…drownin’ in ‘em.)       (And I’m drownin’ in ‘em.)

(Wedding march, but whistled)

En: “In New York, you can be a new man…

In New York, you can be a new man…

In New York, you can be a new man…”

Titania: “Helpless…”

Philip…Oh God… You couldn’t move, your mind was running a mile a minute. It was all hitting you at once. This was a simplified version of what you and Philip went through together. This was supposed to be a happy song, full of hope, full of love. But you knew, you knew what came next. The thing that kept you up at night. The whistling of the wedding march changed, you weren’t ready for this. You never could be.

Philip: “Meet the latest graduate of King’s College

I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish

The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops

The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops

I’m only nineteen but my mind is older

Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder

I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say

That someday I would-“

Full company: “Blow us all away!”

Philip: “Ladies, I’m lookin for a Mr. George Eacker

Made a speech last week, our Fourth of July speaker

He disparaged my father’s legacy in front of a crowd

I can’t have that, I’m making my father proud!”

Female EN member: I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks,

He was going to see a play.”

Philip: “Well I’ll go visit his box!”

2nd female EN member: “God you’re a fox!”

Philip: “And y’all look pretty good in ya’ frocks

But I got girl waiting for me back home and she rocks!” ( Both female EN members: “Aww, okay…”)

Full company: “Blow us all away!”

Philip: “George!” (Eacker: “Shh!”)


Eacker: “Shh! I’m tryin’a watch a show!”

Philip: “Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!”

Eacker: “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true

Your father’s a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you.”

Full company: “Ooooooh!”

Philip: “It’s like that?”

Eacker: “Yeah, I don’t fool around, I’m not your little tool girlfriend.”

Philip: “Well, see you on the dueling ground

That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now?”

Eacker: “I know where to find you, piss off, I’m watchin’ this show now”

Philip: “Pops, if you had only heard the shit he said about you

I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to!”

Alex: “Slow down!”

Philip: “I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel

They don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school!”

Alex: “Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”

Philip: “He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”

Alex: “Where is this happening?”

Philip: “Across the river, in Jersey…”

Philip/Alex: “Everything is legal in New Jersey!”

You didn’t notice it until just then, but the woman playing Titania looked like she was listening in from off to the side.

Alex: “Alright, so this is what you’re gonna do (Titania: “Never be satisfied…”)

Stand there like a man until Eacker is in front of you.                    .  

When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air (Helpless….”)

This will put an end to the whole affair!”

(Titania: “Please, say no to this…”)

Philip: “But what if he decides to shoot? Then I’m a goner…”

Alex: “No, he’ll follow suit if he’s truly a man of honor

To take someone’s life, that is something you can’t shake

Philip, your mother can’t take another heartbreak…”

(Titania: “Please don’t leave me, I am helpless…”)

Philip: “Father!”

Alex: “Promise me

You don’t want this young man’s blood on your conscience!

Philip: “Okay, I promise…”

Alex: “Come back home when you’re done.

Take my guns, be smart, make me proud, son “

You were expecting the normal switch between the normal melody and Philip’s rap, but that didn’t happen. Instead it slowed down a bit.

Titania: “Look around, look around

At how lucky we are to be alive right now…

Look around, look around!”

Philip turned to find her there, he didn’t seem happy.

Philip: “You weren’t supposed to know…”

Titania: “I should have known…”

Philip: “Titania, you know me!”

Titania: “You’re fighting for something that happened over a month ago!”

Philip: “No!”

Titania: “I must survive until this war is done

But I deserve a chance

To see the Sun!

Look around, Look around

At how lucky we are to be alive right now!

I don’t need a legacy, (Philip: “He will throw away his shot)

I don’t need money! (History has its eyes on me)

I just need you by my side, (Look into your eyes)

I let you inside my heart! (And the sky’s in them)

Oh! Let me be a part of the narrative (Will be ever be satisfied?)

In the story they will write someday! (I can’t say no to this!”)

Let this moment be the first chapter

Where you decide to stay!”

Philip and Titania separated from each other.

Philip: “My name is Philip

I am a poet (Titania: “Am I not enough?)

And I’m a little nervous, but I can’t show it

I’m sorry, I’m a Hamilton with pride

You talk about my father; I cannot let it slide!                   .

Mister Eacker, how was the rest of your show?

Eacker: “I’d rather skip the pleasantries, let’s go

Grab your pistol! (Could this be enough?)

Philip: “Confer with your men!”                                            

Eacker: “The duel will commence after we count to ten.”              .

Full company: “Count to ten!”

Philip: “Look ‘em in the eye, aim no higher (This must be enough!)

Summon all the courage you require

Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky…                .

Full Company: “1, 2, 3, 4, 5-“

Titania ran towards Philip

Full company: “6, 7-“ (Wait!”)



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Shawn Mendes 
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Note: Because when do I edit anything XD Anyway, thanks to all the peeps that have been asking for this! I finally did it after what like five months! Also, I managed to sneak the ‘trust me’ prompt in here, so I’m counting that! I was thinking of writing out the boyfriend tag, sort of like describing how the video would be, but idk if people would actually like that? If you want to see it then tell me I guess :)
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“Aaliyah, please open up.” I spoke through the flimsy fabric covered the bunk for what felt like the tenth time, trying to get her to show her face. It wasn’t much of a door, but it was the only real privacy someone could have on a tour bus and I wasn’t about to intrude on that, “I stoke a muffin from Shawn’s snack table.”

The curtain finally opened, just enough for her to peak a glance at the baked good in my hand, “What kind of muffin?”

I laughed because of course she would open up for a muffin. Gesturing to the bed, she finally opened the curtain all the way, allowing me to climb onto the tiny bed. I squeezed my way to the back, leaning by back against the ‘wall’ so I was facing her. Handing her the muffin, I watched her face light up when she saw the chocolate chips.

Even in the dim light I could see the red splotches adoring her face, Just the fact she was crying over this whole thing broke my heart.  

“I’m really sorry.” She finally broke the silence, picking small pieces off the muffin and popping them into her mouth, “I sent her the photos as a joke. I didn’t know she would post them everywhere.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. It’s been two years, it was going to happen at some point. Anyway, I’m sure everyone has known for a while now.”

“Yeah, you’re not really good at hiding the holding hands, or hugs, or kisses, or anything really.” I kicked her leg playfully, sending us both into a fit of giggles.

“Seriously though.” I started once the laugher died down, “You don’t need to worry, we’ll sort this out. And prepare for more kissing because we have no reason to hide now.”

“Yay!” Rolling her eyes, she cheered sarcastically, but I saw the small smile hanging on the corner of his lips.


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Happiness Comes When You Are Numb. (Pt 2)

Part 2 is here! I already wrote this out once before but my laptop crashed and I lost everything. Idk I wasn’t particularly happy with the plot I chose so I guess it’s a kind of fate that it got erased. If you haven’t read part one click here!


      “No turning back now.” He whispered to himself over and over again on the walk to his destination. Once he made it, he took in the view. The waves were crashing destructively against the sides of the cliff. The cliff. This was it. Jughead took his first step, his first breath. “Happiness comes when you are numb, who need cocaine.” He sung softly before taking the second step. This was it. 

        One more step. Jughead was nearing the cliff edge, he was maybe 2 for 3 footsteps away from his inevitable doom. He wasn’t afraid. If anything he was at peace now more than ever. He knew that this day was going to come. The day he couldn’t avoid forever. Jughead always knew he was going to be the one to end his life. Not old age, not another person, not even the cholesterol from all the burgers he ate. 

        The sky was like no other he had ever seen. The spirals of purple and pink entwined to create a masterpiece splattered along the skylines. The colours radiating down left streaks of purple cascading through the sea. What a waste of a night like this. The boy decided to sit and admire the view. He was in no rush, at this point he had all the time in the world.

         He started to wonder what Betty was doing right now. It was about an hours walk to his current destination. He’d already been there for a half hour. She was probably sleeping like an angel, tucked away nice and warm in her bed. Whilst he was out here, freezing, craving the comfort of her arms.

        “What am I waiting for? Why don’t I just end it right now. I hate myself.” Jughead shouted over at the vast ocean in front of him. He half expected something to reply back to him. But alas, all he got was silence. That’s all he’s ever gotten. 

        “What’re you doing?” A voice Jughead didn’t recognise shouted from a few metres behind him. The figure approached him and sat on the cliff-side, mimicking his position. Jughead looked up to meet their gaze.

        He was greeted with warm brown locks curled into a messy bun on top of her head. Her emerald eyes sparkled under the sun, reminding Jughead of Betty somehow. The girl looked tired, worn out. He didn’t want to tell her that though. Maybe if he wasn’t so in love with Betty he could find her somewhat attractive. 

         She was wearing floral pyjamas with an oversized hoodie. It hung off of her but still looked like it was made for her. Probably a boyfriends or something. She still had a sad look in her eyes.

        “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m giving up. I’m submitting to the great will of this god forsaken world. I’m doing what everyone wants me to do. Well, almost everyone.” Jughead rambled, 100% sure that nothing this girl could say would stop him from doing what he came here to do. “What about you?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation into something of better subject.

          “The same thing actually.” She lowly chuckled facing out towards the ocean. Her head fell a little. “I don’t know. I probably wasn’t going to go through with it. I was about to go home when I saw you here.” She turned to fave Jughead with a small smile on her face. “Life is worth living. I don’t know you or what you’re going through, but I know there’s at least one thing worth living for.” 

          “There’s only one thing. Or person.” Visions and memories of Betty float through Jughead’s clustered mind. She was the one good thing in this world. The only one who made him think his life was worth living. Like he was worth something. “Betty.” He looked down at his lap, ashamed of letting himself feel this way.

           “Don’t leave her.” The girl put a hand on his shoulder, flashing him a sympathetic look. Suddenly, she started crying. The tears were rolling down her face yet she was still smiling. “I’m sorry.” She said quickly, wiping her tears away. “My boyfriend killed himself a few weeks ago. I was just thinking what if someone came to stop him like I’m stopping you.” She cried a little harder, covering her face with the palms of her hands. Her petite frame was shaking violently. “Don’t leave her, please. I can assure you, her life isn’t better without you.” That was all she said before she got up and started to walk away. Jughead was dumbfounded. 

            “Wait! Thank you.” He called to the girl, standing up and running to catch up. She wiped the remaining tears from her face, pulling Jughead into a hug.

         “Don’t thank me. Go and see her.” She pulled away. grabbing her car key and unlocking the door she threw one more glance back at Jughead, who stood there watching her go. 

          “I didn’t catch your name?” Jughead asked, getting ready to walk back to the love of his life. Never once thinking that he doesn’t deserve to see her again.

          “I didn’t throw it.” The girl cheekily winked before driving off into the distance. Jughead seemingly appreciated the mystery to this encounter. They’d probably never meet again and that was okay. They’d helped each other in ways other people couldn’t imagine of. 

           Jughead made a pact to himself on the way home that he was going to stay sober, he was going to sort his life out. Not just for Betty but for himself. He was going to fix himself. Be the man that Betty deserves. 

           Jughead crawled through Betty’s darkened window, knowing the whole house would be asleep. He had to see her. The walk home was agonising, his feet were aching, his head was throbbing. He needed her. The note he left was still on her desk, untouched. He sighed in relief, knowing she would never find out about this situation. This pain he’d gone through tonight.

          “Juggie?” Betty’s soft voice whispered in relief to the figure standing in her room. Jughead ran over to her, launching himself onto the bed and into her open arms. Tears started pouring from his eyes at the instant of her touch. He never thought he’d feel this way again.

         “Bets, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I’m gonna go sober I swear.” He cuddled into her warm body, he craved this warm sensation all night. She just held him, silently crying into his beanie-less hair. She held him tightly, scared that if she let go even a little bit, he’d just crumble.

          “Where did you go Juggie? I’ve been calling you all night.” Betty caressed the side of his face, noticing the dark circles and rubbing the pad of her thumb over them. Jughead visibly calmed at her touch, he closed his eyes wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in her arms. “I know what you were going to do.” His eyes cracked open in a swift movement. 

         “You read the note didn’t you?”He gulped, not wanting to hear her wrath for now. That’s when he looked into her eyes, red and tear streaked. She looked like she’d been crying for hours. “Bets, I’m here.” Her gaze softened. Then she pulled him even closer, if that was even possible at this point. He grabbed the covers and pulled them up so they covered the two teens.

          “I was looking for hours, I thought I lost you. Veronica brought me home. I just. I-” Betty started sobbing into his collarbone. The sight and the sound broke Jughead’s heart. “I love you Jughead.” She stuttered. Betty thought she’d never get to say those words but she meant every word. She loved him.

         “I love you, Betty Cooper.” He whispered before their lips finally joined after years and years of denial and fear. Nothing was sweeter than that moment. Everything rushed back to Jughead all at once. He knows love. He knows that this is love.That’s something he’s never going to let go of. Ever. 

          And in that moment, the two lovers knew that nothing could come in between them again. This was love. But not the stereotypical love that all the movies show. This is true love. Having another half and knowing how to be without them but not wanting to be. Being there fully by choice. 

         With Betty’s help, Jughead went sober and fixed all the wrongs he had done. Him and Archie made up which Veronica seemed more excited about. Always squealing about double dates. Betty saved Jughead and so did that other girl. 

         About that girl, her name was Maggie. She ended up finishing school, getting a diploma and living her life. She survived too. She got married in her early twenties and lived happily. 

        A few years later, neither Jughead or Maggie knew that they’d become next door neighbours. The two didn’t recognise each other, yet they’d saved each other that night. I guess that’s the beauty of life, you never know who or what is around the corner.

I hope you all enjoyed that! It’s been in the works for a while because I didn’t like any ending that I was coming up with but I seemed to really like this one. Originally I was going to go with the same ending as the Heathers but I thought that’d be a little boring for a bughead fic. 

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