if writers made them closer i think they would make such great friends

First Impressions Gone Bad (Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader Request)

Request: ‘Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader. He’s still with Betty and he takes Y/N to Pop’s Diner to meet his friends and her Betty starts arguing and instead of fighting Y/N gets up to leave but Betty wants to get the last word in and says something terrible about the gang so both Y/N and Jughead leave and get together?’- @andywicked

Notes: This was great practice for my upcoming fiction The Serpent or Me so thank you for such a fab request! I had a lot of fun with it.

Characters/pairings: Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader, Betty x Jughead, Archie x Veronica

Warnings: Dark/Mean Betty (although I’m tempted to write what happens in Pop’s after they leave to show where she was coming from), kissing.

Word Count: 1883

Originally posted by kylogue

‘Do you really think this is a good idea Jug?’ I’d never felt so out of place. I peered into the window of Pop’s Diner, it was straight out of the 50s. Not a place I’d expect Jughead to frequent. My leather jacket stuck out like a sore thumb as Jughead practically dragged me in. An old man behind the counter, the famous Pop I presumed, greeted Jughead instantly.

‘Usual order Jughead?’

‘Make it for two tonight Pop.’ He nodded back to me, I gave a little wave. He didn’t seem phased by our Southside appearance unlike the rest of the diner. I could feel daggers on me from every angle as we walked over to a booth. Jughead acted coolly, barely taking in all the passing glances. I drummed on the table anxiously.

‘Y/n, you need to calm down.’ He said, grabbing my hands to set them still on the table.

‘Sorry but I can already hear everyone gossiping in here, who’s to say your friends aren’t gonna do the same?’ I had to be honest with Jug, he was a serpent now and there were no secrets between the serpents. Well maybe one.

‘They’re different, they know I’m a serpent now and they know why I chose this path. If they have a problem, they’ve definitely kept it to themselves. They know the serpents are the only family I’ve got now.’ I twitched at the word ‘family’. You weren’t meant to have romantic feelings for your ‘family’.

The bell of the door rang and in walked Jughead’s other gang. A broad shouldered redhead came first, he wore a blazing letterman jacket and had his arm around a black haired girl, her dress looked expensive and she was even wearing heels. That would be Archie and Veronica, Riverdale’s latest sweethearts, I remembered Jughead mention. Behind them, came the beautiful blonde. Her hair was in her signature high ponytail, her face beaming as she got closer to us. She wore a white summer dress and a pastel yellow cardigan on top. While that outfit would usually make me gag, she made it look flawless. If this is what I was up against, I was screwed.

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Vain - Jughead Jones

Summary: You’re the new girl in town! You can’t help but feel a little curious about the brooding author at his lonesome booth at Pop’s, and can’t help but be a little bit direct about him and his writing.

Let me know if you want a part 2 or send in requests/prompts because I’m obsessed with Jughead and I want to start writing a bit more <3

Jughead x Reader (Not so romantically in this part, but part 2 may happen!)

Warnings: like… one swear word.

Special thanks to @satanwithstardust & @pendletonthethird for giving this a cheeky read for me beforehand and giving me some really helpful/positive feedback!

Word Count: 1,458 


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Thoughts on Male Fantasy Authors Writing Female Characters*

*(mostly. it digresses. this is specifically a comparison among Neil Gaiman, Jim Butcher, George R. R. Martin, and Guy Gavriel Kay–possibility of minor spoilers, although I’ve tried to avoid them. any plot details given should be unspoilery.)

You know, because this wasn’t already written about enough, or something.

I’ll start by saying this: I actually don’t care very much when male authors don’t write women the way I prefer to see women portrayed. Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors ever, due to his word-smithing and world-building, and I haven’t found his match for evoking a feeling of eeriness like he’s writing about a world more true than our own. On the other hand, he definitely is a little weird in his descriptions of female characters. I particularly noticed this with the way the witches in Stardust swear by their sexual organs and the attention Shadow pays to Zorya Polunochnaya’s breasts in American Gods. (Shadow. Chill. FFS.) I’m probably forgetting other instances, because I’ve felt this way multiple times in Gaiman’s writing–it makes me go why the fuck is this relevant? and jolts me out of the story. (Some of his short stories get even more bizarrely sexual; there’s one about an STD that changes your personality. It was pretty uncomfortable, but it was probably supposed to be.) Another complaint I’ve seen is that his female characters aren’t that well fleshed-out, but honestly, neither are his male characters. And Gaiman is aware he’s doing it. I’ve read interviews and essays where he clearly states his love for established bodies of myth and stock characters. That’s fine; it’s the way he prefers to write, and in my eyes he’s a damn fine writer. (I love his poetry too.) Heck, the fact that I love it so much despite my preference for non-stock characters (and fewer interjections about breasts) says a lot. Gaiman, good job for doing exactly what you were trying to do.

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Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction Masterpost: Shipping Edition (Part 1)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8131430/chapters/18639962That good terumob content! 

(fics for the pairing of Teruki Hanazawa/Shigeo Kageyama)

These are all for either teen and up or general audiences. 

If you feel like there is a work that belongs on this list that isn’t on it, please let me know. If there a is work that involves non-con please let me know because then it doesn’t belong on this list. If there is a work on this list that makes you uncomfortable for any reason, please let me know and I’ll take it off the list. 

I’m excited because there are a couple of works here from my mutuals. Featuring gutter-girl-100, unluckyships, prettypistachio, and a lot of other great writers. 

*Some of the authors in this post aren’t very well known, but they put so much time and energy into their fics. If you read a fic that you don’t think is getting enough love, please leave a small comment for the author. It’ll make their day. 

Thank you, and enjoy!

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cottonbxll  asked:

I hate to be a pain, but have you got a list of owari no seraph or specifically mikayuu story recommendations anywhere? I love your stories and trust that you have good taste lol :) Thanks!!

OH YES! Now it’s time for me to shamelessly advertise for my favorite fics! ;D Thank you for asking, and thank you for the compliment on my fics! /)///(\ you’re too kind!

In no particular order…

Cherry Boy by EtherealBeing

Summary: As if being dragged into a sex shop by Shinoa wasn’t bad enough, now Yuu also has to deal with the store’s uncomfortably attractive attendant.

Status: Ongoing

This is biased because Anna is one of my closest friends in the fandom, BUT SHE IS SO DAMN TALENTED. You will laugh, you will blush, you will be mindblown by the complexity in these character’s thoughts, it’s honestly a wild ride and I can’t wait to see the grand finale of it all that is coming to us soon. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s a must.

Corner of a Birdcage by oxeh

Summary: “So, to sum it up, you’re like Superman without the spandex… And without the laser eyes, X-Ray vision, and ice breath. Also, you kill vampires and Horsemen instead of dealing with—“

“Basically, I’m not like Superman at all.” 


Yuu is a university student that tends to live for the moment. Mika is a cynical superhero that’s more super than a hero. Fate is a bit aggressive with intertwining their lives.

Status: Ongoing

THIS FIC IS BRILLIANT. If you have not read it yet, I swear go do it! It’s funny, it’s exciting, it flows and it’s just a lovely, enjoyable read. Oxy is a sweetheart as well and she’s got some incredible ideas in that head of hers, lemme tell you! Go check it out!!! You won’t regret it :D

Diamond in the Rough by Hannaadi88, Sarah737

Summary: Mikaela had been the captain of the Seraph for over seven years, yet he’d never come across another ship carrying such riches. The prospect of boarding the Opal and stealing all she had made a rare smile play on his lips. 

If he did this well, he would finally make a name for himself. The Opal might just be what he’d always wanted- a chance to prove how fearsome he could be. 

Mikaela Shindo will be a name to revere among all pirates to sail the seven seas.

Status: Ongoing

THIS IS ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. Hanna and Sarah are some of the most talented people I know, and together, they are unstoppable and unrelenting!! From the descriptives to the dialogue to the intriguing plot, this story makes pirates sexy, let me tell you. LOL, seriously you will not regret it… if you want a good time, I invite you to read this masterpiece right here!

Garden of Hades by 6lilystrings9

Summary: A stubborn, annoying, and repulsive human is captured by the Vampire forces, and to his dismay, Mika is assigned as his handler.

How irritating.

(The AU where human Yuu-chan and vampire Mika meet for the first time as captive and keeper)

Status: Ongoing

I remember when Lily first talked about her fic in our Skype chat room and how when I read it, I was stunned! I didn’t realize how amazing it was, how well put-together, how structured. It’s enticing and exciting and full of vivid descriptives and intense, heart-pounding scenes. Another must-read, if you ask me, and I also cannot wait to see how it ends.

Scented by Hannaadi88

Summary: In a world ruled by beta neutrality, alphas and omegas are controlled by suppressants which modify their natural inclinations. Under constant surveillance, unproductive members of society are removed in the name of efficiency. Yuichiro Hyakuya is deemed infertile by the Board and is sentenced to certain death. In an act of defiance Yuichiro steals enough suppressants to hide his scent and joins the military under the guise of a beta. 

It would be his luck to find himself under the command of his assigned mate, Mikaela Shindo.

Status: Ongoing

Hanna is not only a friend of mine, but she is sO DAMN TALENTED! I recommend all of her fics, so please check out her page while you’re at it, but she is well known for her big multi chapter fic, Scented. This story takes the concept of omegaverse and gives it almost a Mulan-like feel to it, with Yuu being in disguise and all. It’s really fantastic and another thrilling story I highly suggest!

Afire love by stirkedawn

Summary: After Nagoya’s failed mission, an unsteady truce is formed between Shinoa’s squad and Mikaela Hyakuya, making Yuu feel conflicted inside. On one hand, he’s got Mika back, his friends are alive, and they seem to be trying to be civil with each other, even if it’s just for his sake. On the other hand, Guren is being held captive by the vampires, Shinya has just given them a mission Yuu doesn’t like, and Mika… Yuu doesn’t really know what Mika is feeling.

Maybe not even Mikaela knows what he’s truly feeling, after all.

Status: Completed

You will commonly see the fandom preach that if all goes wrong, Afire love is our accepted canon. This fic immerses itself into the canon universe of Owari no Seraph and gives us an epic climax and end to the series that it probably one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever read. I also agree that if the manga plummets to total disaster, Afire love is what I will think of for a happy ending.

Somebody to Lean On by TrashPanda

Summary: Yuichiro needs a partner to help him with vampire hunting. His only option is to seek out somebody in the slave auctions. He comes upon a discounted slave, as beautiful as he is unwanted, and Yuu claims him for himself. Little did he know, this slave would change everything he ever knew about him himself, and in the process Yuu discovers he cannot live without this man, now that he has him in his life.

Status: Ongoing

This story is fantastic! It’s got an interesting plot that’s brilliantly written, a romance beautifully described and a story that interests the reader endlessly. I can picture this fic animated like it was its own anime show. It’s really, really good and I suggest it! I can’t wait for another update! I also suggest the author in general, they have some really good stuff. 

My Inner Beast by Northernreign

Summary: Yuuichirou is a young werewolf who finds himself awake one evening in a human orphanage.

To avoid being executed, he desperately tries to conceal his true identity from the “monstrous” humans who- along with the vampires, have been responsible for his kind’s slow decline into extinction. But over time, he comes to know one particular human boy who will help him learn to embrace his humanity, not resent it. Together they will overcome countless fated tragedies with the sheer power of will and love alone. Each event will bring him closer to the answer he has been seeking for almost a lifetime.

 Just who really are the true monsters in this world? 

The vampires? 

The humans?

The werewolves?

Or himself?

Status: Ongoing

A truly underrated story!! Nathalie is an incredible writer and artist and she combines those skills to bring you this lovely story that doesn’t get enough attention- ESPECIALLY since it’s her first fic. You would never guess; she writes like a pro. This story takes you all over, from the eyes of so many of our beloved characters to shape the story and relationships in the best possible way. You can really feel everything she describes and it really stimulates the senses. Check it out if you haven’t, it’s a journey and I’m eager to see where it goes.

Rise of the Dragon by Crazyloststar, Sarah737, somnicordia (hihazuki)

Summary: Water… Earth… Fire… Air… In eras bygone, four nations coexisted in harmony. However, a series of tragedies began to befall the world, And none was left unscathed. The equilibrium of power has been tilted to a great imbalance, Its people fallen to temptation. The end is fast approaching, and all souls are fated to meet oblivion. Rumors whisper of the Avatar, the master of all four elements, holding the key to mankind’s only hope of salvation. Families pray under his guiding light, Enemies vow to divide and conquer. But the glimmer of hope is sometimes found in the darkest of places, somewhere people would least expect.

Status: Ongoing

As someone who is only just now watching Avatar for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. I’m still not 100% caught up, but this is a goddamn masterpiece and I can tell that from the first 3 chapters that I’ve read. This is an amazing project put together by some of the most talented authors and writers in the fandom that are all lovely, passionate friends of mine. They deserve all the love in the world. If you haven’t read it yet- especially if you don’t know anything about Avatar- READ IT ANYWAYS. You don’t need to understand Avatar or the original series at all to enjoy this fic. It’s magnificent; please check it out!

And, a little shameless advertising for my own stories, for those who are curious ;o

Unwritten by Vixenfur

Summary: While being forcefully dragged to KFC by Lacus- a man who had a black pit of a stomach- Mika had a once-in-a-lifetime, Snapchat-worthy experience. The guy in the left lane had no shame. He was unintimidated by a stranger with a phone and he continued to sing the song Unwritten confidently. Lacus found the experience hysterical

…. Little did they know they would run into each other again hardly an hour later- Yuu was in desperate need of a haircut, according to Shinoa.

He was dropped off at Sanguinem Salon, and was a little mortified to find out that the hot guy he just sang horribly to was Mika, the one holding hair-trimming scissors behind the chair.

Status: Completed

This fic was a blast to work on and an absolute time, from start to finish. A huge thank you to all the support and love I’ve gotten for it over the months I wrote it. I treasure every comment!

Tale as Old As Time by Vixenfur, Sarah737

Summary: An arrogant young prince named Mikaela and his castle’s servants fall under the spell of a wicked enchantress, who turns him into the hideous Beast until he learns to love and be loved in return. The spirited, headstrong village boy Yuuichirou enters the Beast’s castle after he imprisons Yuuichirou’s father, Guren. With the help of his enchanted servants, Yuuichirou begins to draw the cold-hearted Mikaela out of his isolation.

Status: Completed

I’m so proud of story! Sarah is my dear cowriter and friend, I’m always honored to collaborate with her and I’m so ecstatic over the love this fic has gotten. Thank you all for the love and we hope you enjoy our future projects!

Hiiragi Cirque Ave. Freakshow by Vixenfur, BlueberryApple

Summary: Yuuichirou is a Siren who cannot sing, and so he is taken captive by the Hiiragi Cirque Ave. Freakshow. He is expected to perform and earn the show money under the instruction of ringmaster Kureto Hiiragi. Naturally, Yuuichirou is opposed to his new life, but he slowly gets to know his new family and accept his situation.

Meanwhile, the ignored Nosferatu Mikaela finds himself incredibly attracted to the new Siren, and Yuuichirou can’t help but to be curious about the ghostly vampire himself.

Status: Completed

This story was so much fun to write. Destiny and I became great friends and made many memories. The sheer amount of fanart we got was OUTSTANDING and we couldn’t be more grateful for the love. Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this story!

Thank you for asking! Feel free to reblog and share this list around. Everything on here is something I really enjoyed reading and think everyone should experience. As for my own fics, I shared the ones I’m most proud of (excluding my current ongoing works) and I hope you can enjoy them as well!

Officer Sexy

Nalu Week 2017(read all prompts)

Prompt: (last bonus day, my own) ‘answer’

'Officer Sexy’

Word Count: 864

Rating: teen

Modern AU, Officer Dragneel & Journalist Heartfilia

Summary: After being mistaken for a prostitute, Lucy struggles with accepting Natsu’s apology. It’s not just his mistake, it’s her struggle with being taken at face-value her whole life.

Lucy slammed down the phone with a terrible smile.

“Lucy? Did 'that man’ call again?” Levy hid her smirk behind a stack of papers. “Aren’t you going to accept his apology?”

“No.” Grabbing a pen, Miss Lucy Heartfilia, journalist extraordinaire, began writing. “I need to work on this article.”

“No to the apology or it wasn’t Officer Sexy?”

Looking up, her pen still stabbed into her pad of paper, Lucy glared at her so-called best friend. “Stop calling him that. You’d think a cop would know better than to harass a woman.”

Shaking her head and clucking her tongue, Levy stood and moved to lean against Lucy’s desk. “He’s been nothing but polite with his apologies. How is that harassing?”

A sour smile and an eye-roll; Lucy lifted her head higher. “Polite to you. Rude to me.”

Levy nodded. “What exactly don’t you like about Officer Dragneel?”

Lucy dropped her pen. “He’s too good looking, jumps to conclusions and he’s a distraction.”

“I understand about the second point - but what’s wrong with a cute guy?” Levy slouched and rested her chin in her palm. “Be honest with me, what do you want to say to him?”

“Nothing.” Her shoulders tensed, Lucy sighed. “… It’s too late. He must think I’m stuck-up for not accepting his apologies.” Her head drooped. “I was so upset about being mistaken for a prostitute I handled everything badly.”

“And that drunk loser…”

“Yeah, that didn’t help either.” Lucy shuffled papers on her desk. “I’ve been running away from my looks since puberty. People treat me like I’m nothing but an empty-headed doll and I’m sick of it!”

“Then you should talk to Officer Sexy and try again.” Levy patted Lucy on the shoulder. “How about right now?”

“Officer Sexy is not going to want to take my call.”

“I do, but I’m right here - and you can just call me Natsu, Officer Sexy is way too formal.”

Lucy yelped and Levy burst out laughing.

Officer Dragneel walked around the cubicle and grinned at both women. “Thanks for your help Levy. Now Lucy has admitted she wants to be friends, we should go talk over coffee.” He smiled wider, “And don’t tell me you don’t have time - Levy assured me you were free.”

“I’ll remember this.”

“Go!” Levy giggled and thrust Lucy’s purse at her. “Take a long lunch, I’ll cover for you.”


Natsu gave Levy a thumbs up as Lucy tidied her desk, waiting with a wide smile. “There’s a great café near here, we can get food there too.”

“Coffee is enough.” Lucy glared at Levy and flounced out of the newspaper office with Natsu following behind.

Once settled at a table, Natsu and Lucy held onto their drinks like lifelines. An awkward silence blanketed them. The friendly conversations in the background made them anxious.

“Um, I want to apologise to you Miss Heartfilia.” Natsu stirred his coffee, drips running down the sides of his mug. “I shouldn’t have assumed you were,” His voice dropped low, “a prostitute. Even though your outfit was kinda indecent, and that guy was trying to buy your services…” Natsu laid his hands flat on the table and gave Lucy a solemn look. “I’d like to make it up to you.”

“I accept your apology.” Lucy took a sip of her iced latte. “I’m sorry too. I’m always ready to assume people are thinking the worst of me because of my looks. And I was dressed like,” Lucy craned her neck checking to see if people were paying undue attention. Her voice went soft, “a strumpet.”

“Trumpet?” Natsu laughed, loud and uninhibited.

“Not a trumpet!” Lucy hissed, “A strumpet!”

“You’re weird, but that’s okay.” Natsu smiled and pushed the plate of cookies he’d ordered to Lucy. “Imagine the 'how I met your mother’ story we get to tell our kids.”

Too shocked to say anything, Lucy could only stare in disbelief. Officer Sexy - make that Natsu, had the most incredible amount of chutzpah. They were barely on the path to being friends. And he was making jokes about getting married and having kids?

“Give me a chance, don’t judge me by my obvious good looks - get to know me.” Natsu slurped some of his coffee and let out a pleased 'ah.’ He made eye contact and waited. Having stated his wants, he was content to let Lucy think.

“You’re very confident, I’ll give you that.” Lucy took one of Natsu’s cookies and broke it in half, eating half of that in one bite.

“I thought you didn’t want food.”

“I eat when I’m nervous!”

“Good to know, now what about us?” Natsu smiled and pushed the plate of cookies even closer to Lucy. “Wanna go out with me?”

It was a surreal moment for Lucy. Here was a guy interested in her who’d seen her at her worst. He didn’t know her family background and wanted to date her without knowing anything.

“Yeah.” Lucy smiled.

Natsu’s answering smile blazed. “I’m not working tonight, are you? Let’s go have some fun.”

And Lucy’s answer was yes - with many other yeses following lots of questions from Officer Sexy.

A/N:  Many thanks to each and every reader ~ this year’s nalu week was super fun.  Maybe this AU will show up in the nalulovefest if I get enough interest ^^

Tag Squad under the cut ^^

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(not) just for show

Pairing: Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader
Genre: fluff, I guess?
Word count: 2.4k
Drabble prompts:
77. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”
94. “Right… well… I’m not quite sure how we ended up kissing like that…”
158. “That’s my ex. Kiss me.” 
Requested by: anon
A/N: I’m so sorry about this? I haven’t written makeout scenes before so I’m???

Originally posted by mingyuia

You weren’t particularly a party person. You could enjoy them on the odd occasion, if your friends were around and you were in the right mood, but it was never something you sought out. Not frat parties, anyway. There was often too much grandeur for what it was, stupid challenges and men trying to impress girls in the most idiotic ways possible. Especially if it was a male-only frat. It got too messy too fast.

But, if it was Soonyoung’s frat, you didn’t mind all that much. You liked those boys well enough, and you definitely had a fondness for his group of close friends – the only issue you had was telling the difference between thirteen boys. You trusted them enough to not do anything stupid. Yes, they were boys, and not immune to stupid ideas, but at least they were more respectful than a lot of the men you’d met at other frat parties. Less hands on your knees, less sleazy looks from across the room, less men thinking you need their opinion.

Soonyoung had asked you to come as his ‘date’, and you weren’t going to say no. He was your friend; if he needed a favour, you were willing to comply. That, and having a little bit of a crush on him meant the idea of being his date was more exciting to you than it should be. But that wasn’t important. Besides, your appearance here was simply performative; proof that Soonyoung was still in the game, and that he’d moved on. Of course, his friends didn’t know why you were here. They just assumed that you’d come as his date, and that was exactly what Soonyoung was going for. But, at the same time, he didn’t want to actually have to go out and find a date. That was why he’d asked you, actually.

You weren’t all that interested in dating. You were more of the school of thought that, if it happened, it happened. No need to seek it out. Soonyoung knew you’d be understanding of his plight because of that. His friends were concerned about him because of his lack of action on that scene. But, Soonyoung had confided in you that he just wasn’t interested in that right now. When he’d tried to express that to his friends, they’d assumed he was just trying to hide his pain, and protect himself from being hurt. Which, while not entirely incorrect, wasn’t the driving force behind his lack of interest.

Furthermore, as far as he was concerned, he had no interest in hooking up with anyone. Having a date was an excuse to keep his hands to himself, and that was exactly what he intended to do. He’d told you plenty of times that he was sick of people telling him that he needed to get laid, to find a rebound, to let out his sexual tension. But that wasn’t him. So if he wanted to get laid, he’d need to get back into dating. And that wasn’t going to happen.

And most importantly, it’d been two months since his ex had dumped him. He didn’t want to look lonely anymore.

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Artists’ Spirit (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 4,509

A/N: ( Okay, I’ve fallen into an obsession with a Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader hole. I tried my best to write one, I’m sorry if it’s not the best! I tried- ;~;

Hope you enjoy!)

(Name) had always been a free spirit. And artist that could never be held down.

She knew that ever since she left college… And probably the best relationship she had ever been in.


The young woman blinked as she looked up at her friend who sat across from her.

“Sorry, Eliza… What were you saying?” (Name) asked as she picked up her pen.

Eliza sighed, looking at her friend. “Are you okay? You zoned out for a little bit there… I would have noticed sooner if I wasn’t rambling.”

(Name) chuckled softly, shaking her head as to try and shake out her thoughts. “I’m fine, Eliza… Let’s get back to working on this song, yeah?”

“Of course… After you tell me what you were thinking about. You went out of it around the time I mentioned how Angelica and I helped Peggy through her first break up.” Eliza spoke as she sipped at her tea. “Remember a bad relationship or something?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah… A relationship, but not a bad one-”

“Ooh! You’re gonna have to tell me now! If I’m telling you stuff so you can write my sisters a song, it’s your turn to share!”

(Name) laughed at her friend, shaking her head. “Oh, so I have to tell you my life story?”

“(Name), we’ve been friends for a couple years, and I know almost nothing about you… Please?” Eliza’s brows turned upwards as her bottom lip poked out in a pout, causing (Name) to laugh.

“Well if you’re gonna beg…” The young artist sighed, shaking her head. “I guess I should start off in art school.”

Eliza nodded attentively, smiling at her friend.

“I went to an art school, and I was in a creative writing class where I met this guy. His name was Alexander.” (Name) explained, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Oh? A writer like you?” Eliza questioned.

“No, a novelist.” (Name) chuckled. “We met and we started talking… He introduced me to his friends too, John, Lafayette, and Hercules. John was an aspiring artist of most mediums, paint, pencil, pastel, you name it. Laf was a singer, he could almost any instrument he could get his hands on, accept a piano, if you can believe it. Hercules was a designer in fashion, and he was really impressive. We all got close, and became good friends.”

Eliza smiled as (Name) went on. “That’s good.”

“Yeah… We we were real close.” (Name) looked down at her notebook, seeing the few lyrics she wrote from what Eliza told her. “Alex’s stories would inspire me to write, as would John’s pieces. Laf would sing my songs when I finished writing them, and Hercules would be there to applaud whenever… We got even closer than I thought we would.”

Eliza quirked a brow. “Wait, you mean… That kind of close? (Name), I didn’t know you-”

“Yeah, I didn’t believe it at first either. I mean, they told me after about a year. I was happy for them, and I… I kind of got let in.” (Name) admitted.

Eliza looked at her friend, her gaze understanding. “But something happened?”

(Name) nodded. “We were all together for about a year and a half. We were all happy, but… I dunno… I just kind packed and left. I mean, I left a note, telling them they didn’t do anything wrong or it wasn’t any of their faults… I just had to get away. I’m an artist, I can’t stay in one place for too long, I needed to explore more, experience more… If that makes any sense.”

Eliza reached over and took (Name)’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m sorry… I kind of wondered why you never had a relationship ever since I had known you.”

The songwriter smiled meekly at her friend. “Yeah… They were great… I loved all of them, and I guess I just couldn’t ever be happy with anyone else like I was with them.”

“Do you regret leaving?” Eliza questioned gently.

(Name) nodded quietly. “Yeah… After three years now, I still wonder about them. Alexander got a couple of his books published, John has had several exhibits, Laf has his own album and has featured on several others, and Herc has a line of fashion coming out this fall.”

“I take it you haven’t been in contact with any of them?”

(Name) shook her head. “They tried calling me the first couple months, called people I knew, but I kinda backpacked around the country for a while before moving back to Manhattan.”

“And you met me and my sisters.” Eliza realized.

“You guys were so nice to me, and when you were looking for a songwriter, I was more than glad to help you guys.” (Name) smiled at the girl. “So! Now I need to finish this song so you guys have something to perform for that little concert you’re performing at the Artistic Creators Convention.”

Eliza nodded in understanding, smiling at her friend. “Yeah… Let’s get to work.”

“We have to do something.” Eliza sighed as she sank into the couch of her apartment, looking at her sisters.

“Liza, we don’t even know these guys. What are they gonna say when they hear from a brand new girl group saying ‘Hey! We found your long-lost girlfriend! Come pick her up!’ They’ll think we’re crazy.” Peggy spoke as she crossed her arms.

“Or they could be thrilled to know that she’s safe and that she misses them.” Eliza countered, standing from her seat.

“And you know she misses them, how?” Angelica asked as she brewed herself a cup of tea.

“You didn’t see her eyes, Angie. (Name) wanted to see them again.” Eliza insisted. “C’ome on. We need to find someway to contact these guys.”

The other sisters glanced at each other for a moment before Peggy spoke again. “We’ll see what we can do… In the meantime, we need to help (Name) with that song. The concert’s in a month and a half.”

Eliza nodded, walking over to the grand piano. “Well, let me show you what I have so far.” She spoke as she lifted the cover on the keys.

“Ladies and Gentleman! Another warm ‘round of applause for the Schuyler Sisters!” The announcer cheered, eliciting a roar from the audience that stood around the stage outside the convention center.

Eliza held her sister’s hands and the three young women bowed to their audience. They had successfully opened the music portion of the ACC, the crowd was in good spirits, and they had the rest of the afternoon to check out the convention before the after party that evening.

As the sisters stepped made their way to the backstage area, Eliza smiled as Angelica and Peggy spoke happily about their performance. Her eyes moved and landed on a young man who was waiting backstage.

The middle sister recognized him from rehearsal earlier that day. He was to go on after the sisters, but his name was eluding her at the moment. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, his dark hair was pulled away from his face in a bun, and his dark complexion made him all the more handsome. His features were fixed with worry, she could even catch quiet mutters of french falling from his lips.

Stepping away from her sisters, Eliza walked over to the young man, tapping his shoulder. “Excuse me, you alright?” She asked, her voice causing the young man to jump out of surprise.

“O-Oh, er… Oui, I’m fine.” He answered with a nervous smile. “Just some pre-show jitters, I suppose.”

Eliza chuckled, nodding in understanding. “I get ya. From one performer to another, I know where you’re coming from.”

The young man chuckled, nodding his head with a sigh. “Merci…”

“Ayo! Laf!”

The two looked up to see a young man running towards the backstage area. His tightly curled hair was pulled away from his freckled face. The young Frenchman visibly brightened, walking to meet the young man. The shorter freckled young man passed something to the Frenchman, smiling up at him and saying something that Eliza couldn’t catch. Her brows raised slightly when the two exchanged a kiss, but offered a smile once the Frenchman walked to the steps of the stage.

Smiling at the fact that the performer was no longer jittery, she turned to make her way back to her sisters but was stopped when she heard a voice calling out to her.

“Hey, you’re Eliza Schuyler, right? Of the Schuyler Sisters?” The freckled man spoke, walking over to Eliza.

“Yeah, I am.” The middle sister smiled in response. “Nice to meet you…”

“John, John Laurens.” He introduced, holding his hand out, which Eliza took. “I heard you in rehearsal earlier, you and your sisters sound really good.”

Eliza smiled. “Thank you, that means a lot.” She turned her head to hear the crowd out front cheer for the Frenchman. “Sounds like your friend is quite popular as well.”

John chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, Lafayette is a real crowd pleaser. But boy was he nervous about going on.”

The young woman nodded. “I could see, but you seemed to remedy that rather quickly.”

“Yeah, but not me, a good luck charm.” John explained, crossing his arms over his chest. “I needed it for the art show, so I had to run it over to Laf as soon as I was finished.”

“Oh, I remember that, there was a competition, right?” Eliza asked. “How did you place?”

John grinned. “First place in two categories, and Best in Show in another.”

Eliza clapped. “Congrats!”

“Thank you.”


The young man looked over his shoulder and smiled to see two young men coming towards them. The shorter of the two has black hair that was pulled away from his face in a low ponytail, his facial hair neatly trimmed. The taller of the two was close behind the shorter man, he was tall and built almost like that of a wall, on his head he wore a grey knit beanie that covered his hair.

“Guys! I was wondering when you were gonna show!” John said with a smile as he met the other two young men.

“Did you get Laf the charm in time?” Asked the shorter of the two.

John nodded. “Yeah, he has it.”

Eliza let the three talk before walking back to her sisters, who were waiting for her.

“Making friends, are you?” Angelica asked with a quirked brow.

Eliza shrugged. “I suppose. Shall we head out, then?”

Just as the sisters went to leave, John called out to Eliza.

“Hey! Will we see you at the after party? I’m gonna be there with Laf, and so will these guys.” He spoke, gesturing to the other two young men beside him.

Eliza turned, smiling at John. “I’ll see you there.”

“Okay! Okay! Stop dragging us!” Angelica exclaimed as Eliza pulled her and Peggy through the crowd.

As soon as the three sisters reached a more or less private place, Eliza turned to her sisters with a bright smile plastered to her face. “Guys. That’s them.”

“Them?” Peggy asked.

“Them! The guys (Name) was with!” Eliza chirped. “I mean, I tried looking for pictures of some of them and couldn’t find any, but Lafayette and John. (Name) told me that Lafayette was a singer and that John was an artist. Those others… They had to be Hercules and Alexander!”

Angelica looked from Eliza to Peggy, letting out a sigh. “Okay, okay… We’ll go to this after party to confirm, but until we know for sure, no calling (Name). We don’t want to get her hopes up.”

Eliza smiled brightly, nodding in agreement. “I say that we look through the exhibits. This is an artist convention after all.”

The sisters complied with Eliza, and they all wandered around the convention center. Eliza insisted they visit the art exhibit so that they could see John’s pieces.

“Oh wow…” Peggy breathed as she admired the painted landscape. “It’s beautiful.”

“No wonder he won best in show.” Angelica agreed.

Eliza nodded in response as she looked over the painting. It was a depiction of a creek that seemed to flow out from a forest and onto a rolling field. From the creek one can see even the smallest details John put in, even a little turtle with its head poking out of the water.

From there the sisters wandered from the art exhibit to the writer’s exhibition, the section of the convention where local or traveling authors would submit their work or announce an upcoming release of a novel. It was also a great place to buy a couple new books from aspiring writers who have just been published. Angelica was the most adamant about walking through this part of the convention.

“Just some possible reading material to look out for.” Angelica justified with a grin as she walked with her sisters.

As the three browsed around the many writings put on display, Peggy grabbed Eliza’s wrist. “Hey! Isn’t that one of the guys that was with John?” She asked, pointing to a poster by a display.

The sisters approached to the poster Peggy had pointed to. Printed onto a poster was the young man with black hair, his hair no longer in a ponytail but hung at his shoulders. In his hands was a book titled Eye of a Hurricane. There was a release date for the book at the bottom of the poster, scheduled to release in the fall.

“Alexander Hamilton…” Angelica read the young man’s name. “Well… We know three of them could be the guys (Name) used to be with. But there’s still that one other guy.”

Eliza nodded, looking over the books that were laid out on a shelf by the poster. One was titled My Shot and another being Wait for It. “Seems like this Alexander has been pretty productive.” She hummed as she picked up a copy of My Shot.

“And I think he’s worth reading.” Angelica proclaimed as she took a copy of each of Alexander’s books to purchase.

After getting their fill of the local writers, Peggy insisted they check out the designer’s corner, a place for those with a knack of design to show off their work, architects, interior designers, and fashion designers. Though, Peggy was more interested in the local up and coming fashion designers.

“Ooh! Check out these designs!” Peggy exclaimed with a smile as she motioned her sisters to follow her. She walked over to several sketches printed into posters, and the cover of a fashion magazine with a young man posed with a measuring tape and scissors.

“Wow, the designer’s pretty cute.” Angelica whistled.

“And familiar…” Eliza mumbled as she read over the cover. “… Hercules Mulligan…”

“Wasn’t he with Alexander and John backstage?” Peggy asked, examining the picture.

Eliza thought it over for a moment, picturing the designer in a dark gray beanie. “… Yeah, that’s him. That’s Hercules.”

Angelica looked at her sister. “Well… I think it’s been confirmed. Now how are we going to get (Name) here?”

The middle sister hummed in thought before snapping her fingers. “I have a plan. It’ll be set into motion at the after party.

“You what?” (Name) sighed into the phone.

Eliza giggled drunkenly. “Sorry, hon… But my sisters ‘nd I need a ride home.”

(Name) shook her head. “Honestly, I expect getting drunk at an after party something Peggs would do. I’ll be there soon, just stay out of trouble.”

“‘Kaaaay!” Eliza drawled before hearing (Name) hang up the phone. She regained her composure before walking away from the secluded corner to rejoin her sisters and their new friends.

“There you are, ‘Liza!” Peggy chirped from her spot between Angelica and John.

“Didn’t you go to get a drink?” Hercules asked as Eliza took her seat next to him.

Eliza simply shrugged. “Line was a bit too long, figured I’ll wait a bit.” She replied. “Besides, it’s not like I drink much anyway. I like to keep my mind clear.”

(Name) huffed as she made her way past security. She was glad to convince the guard standing out front that she was just there to pick up a couple friends.

Which she was, of course.

And once the girls were sober, (Name) intended to have a stern talking to with them.

She gently pushed past the many artists, apologizing to those she bumped into and avoiding the ones who were stumbling around in their drunk stupors.

When (Name) spotted the back of Eliza’s head and her sisters, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. She approached her friend, opening her mouth to call out to the sisters, but froze in place when she saw who the sisters were sitting with.

The kind, warm eyes of Alexander. He had grown his hair out since she had seen him last, and he had started to grow out his facial hair.

The sweet, freckled face of John. He too had grown out his hair.

The smooth, gentle voice of Lafayette. He had been keeping his facial hair trimmed.

The large, comforting build of Hercules. He hadn’t let himself go, and for that she was thankful.

(Name) could feel tears brimming in her eyes, they were here. The four men she loved so much but had to leave. They were still together, even without her.

She had to leave. She couldn’t let them see her. They were having a good time, she didn’t want to ruin that for them.

Just as (Name) turned her back, she heard one voice stop speaking and go silent.

“John, what are you-”

Mon dieu…”

(Name) barely took a step before an arm wrapped around her wrist and turned her around, she was then met with the eyes of Alexander. His dark brows were turned up in confusion, but his eyes shine with tears and joy.

“(Name)… My God.” He said in a near whisper before engulfing the girl in a hug.

Ma biche!” Another pair of arms wrapped around her.

“Babe… You’re really here.” Another embrace.

A final tight squeeze came with the sound of a sob from the biggest man of the bunch.

The young woman felt her own tears leak from her eyes and fall from her cheeks. She had missed this embrace.

She missed them.

When the boys pulled away, (Name) tried to scrub away her tears. “I-I didn’t… I-I didn’t think I would see you guys here.” She hiccuped.

Lafayette chuckled softly, letting his own tears fall as he gently wiped away (Name)’s tears with his thumb. “We’re just as surprised as you, Ma chérie.”

“When did you move back to Manhattan?” Alexander asked, taking (Name)’s hand. “We looked and looked for you… For months…”

(Name) gently squeezed Alex’s hand. “… We need to talk. All of us.”

John nodded in agreement, looking up at Eliza and her sisters who were standing only a few feet away. “Will you guys excuse us?”

Eliza nodded, smiling at the group of five. “Of course. You guys have a good night.”

(Name) shot Eliza and her sisters a knowing look.

She was definitely going to give all three an earful once everything had been sorted out.

She almost insisted that they take two cars, she would drive her own and follow the boys back. They declined that choice immediately, John practically dragged (Name) to the car and put her in the back seat in between himself and Hercules. Lafayette drove and Alex took up the front passenger seat.

She looked up at the sound of music playing through the car’s speakers. She recognized the voice, but also the lyrics.

“You… Used one of my songs in your album?” She asked Lafayette.

The Frenchman chuckled, nodding. “It was my favorite out of the ones you left, Ma belle.”

(Name)’s cheeks warmed at the pet name that she had heard so long ago. She missed Lafayette’s sweet words in his mother language.

The ride was silence, (Name) was partially glad for that. She couldn’t handle the barrage of questions at that moment, and was glad that the boys recognized that.

Relaxing her head against Hercules’ shoulder, (Name) listened to the smooth and calming music. John wrapped an arm around (Name)’s middle, his hand resting on her hip. She missed the sweet gestures from John.

The sense of nostalgia was overwhelming as (Name) stepped into the same old apartment that she shared with the boys all those years ago. They hadn’t repainted, there were still posters, and photos that had been hung since (Name) had been gone.

The girl stepped into the apartment, like she had done several years before. With a quiet sigh, she spoke. “You guys haven’t changed the place a bit, huh?”

“Didn’t want to.” Alex answered simply as he stood next to (Name). “We wanted to keep things the same for you… When you came back.”

“For almost five years…” (Name) murmured. Glancing at the photos on the walls, she smiled at the memories that were depicted there.

The first dress Hercules had made her, he and (Name) posed for the camera as if it were a real fashion show.

John had fallen asleep in the process of a painting, and (Name) and Alexander took the chance to take a picture with the sleeping young man.

Another was of (Name) and Lafayette.He was seen looking over (Name)’s shoulder as she sat at a piano, both were singing along to whatever song she was singing.

There was a group picture of all five of them when they took a vacation to the beach. Lafayette was splayed on the sand, (Name) was on Hercules’ back, and Alex was on John’s. All five were grinning like idiots. Idiots in love, of course.

“You’re crying, babe.” John murmured to (Name) as he joined her and Alex by the wall of photos.

(Name) brought a hand to her face, wiping her cheek and pulling away at the moisture that resided there. She laughed dryly, shaking her head. “Well, that’s one thing that haven’t changed.”

“You’re still a crybaby.” Hercules walked over, wrapping an arm around (Name)’s waist and resting his chin on her head.

Our, crybaby.” Lafayette agreed as he joined the others, standing beside Alexander.

All five stood in silence, that was, until Alexander broke it.

“(Name)…” He began. “Why did you leave?”

The girl didn’t answer, but she could feel all of their eyes on her, and they wouldn’t let her leave until she answered. She let out a watery laugh before shaking her head, feeling more tears leak from her eyes. “I… I don’t even know anymore… After I left, I wasn’t happy… Not like before. I j-just needed some kind of change. I wanted to experience something new, something different. I didn’t really get anything accomplished, of course… Not like you guys did.

“I mean, hell! I really shouldn’t have left! I-I mean, I’ve been alone since I left, getting used to how that feels again, but never as happy as I was with you guys! You guys have been the only thing I thought about…” She nearly wept, trying to scrub away the tears that dripped down her face.

“Why didn’t you call us, babe? We would have come to get you.” John told her gently, standing in front of (Name) and cupping her cheek.

She sniffled quietly. “Your messages… The angry ones, the sad ones…”

All four of the guys knew the messages. She listened to every single one that the boys left her. The first group was full of confusion and tears, after a couple of weeks she could tell that John and Alexander were losing patience with her walking out, they would shout insults, scream profanities. They screamed into the phone, so loud that she would have to hold it away from her ear. After the angry messages, came the sad messages. Lafayette would beg for her to return, switching between French and English. Hercules would question if the four of them did something to chase her away, asking what it would take for her to come back.

“I-I’m sorry… I was scared to face you guys… I probably would have come back to see you guys again.” (Name) whimpered, pulling away from Hercules’ grip.

“Probably?” Hercules inquired.

“I-I mean, I did keep tabs… I knew you guys were successful, I didn’t want to get in the way or be a distraction.”

“(Name), you weren’t ever a distraction before.” Alexander insisted. “You were an inspiration.”

“Everything we did, we did because we knew you would want us to keep doing what we loved.” Lafayette agreed. “We… We wanted to believe that wherever you were, you would be proud of what we were doing.”

The young woman chuckled, shaking her head as she wiped her drying eyes. “You’re still a sap… All of you are… But I am proud, you guys really are accomplished artists like we always hoped you would be… I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your expectations.”

John offered (Name) a small smile, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Well… We’re a fan of that song you wrote the Schuyler Sisters.”

The girl’s brows rose. “You could tell I wrote that?”

“(Name), sweetie, of course we could tell.” Alexander scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I know your writing.”

“And I know your lyrics.” Lafayette grinned.

The woman smiled, nodding slowly. “Well, I’m glad you guys liked it.”

“(Name)?” Hercules asked the girl, drawing the attention of the others in the room. “Would you be willing to stay for dinner? Maybe a movie night?”

Her glance moved from Hercules to the others, who were looking at her with hopeful eyes. She even noticed John’s lip poke out in a pout. She laughed quietly, smiling at the boys.

“I don’t see why not… I could use a Disney marathon.”

Hours later, (Name) sat in the middle of the comfortable couch, sitting in Lafayette’s lap. The Frenchman’s arms circled her waist. Hercules sat to the left, his arm wrapped around Lafayette’s shoulder. John and Alexander sat on the floor, Alexander sat in between John’s legs while John rested his back against the couch.

The end credits for Beauty and the Beast were rolling on the screen and the boys were slowly drifting off. (Name) leaned against Lafayette’s chest, humming quietly as she felt his lips against the crook of her neck.

“I could get used to this again, Laf.” She murmured quietly.

Lafayette chuckled, nodding in agreement. “As could the rest of us, Mon amour… Will you consider coming back? Even if not immediately?”

The young woman looked back over the boys who were more or less than asleep. She could hear Hercules’ soft snoring, Alexander’s head was nodding as he fell asleep, and John’s head was leaned back against the couch cushion as he slept. A smile worked its way onto (Name)’s lips as she nodded her head.

“Yeah… I think there is definitely a possibility.”

heartbroken | danisnotonfire (requested)

request: Do you take requests? If you do could I maybe get a really fluffy dan imagine, where the reader just went through a breakup and dan comforts her and then they get together? I love your blog by the way!💙💙💙
word count: 420 haha blaze it
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note: hello!! im back from a really long, unexpected hiatus (i had writers block yikes) and hopefully updating regularly now. this one was really short and crappy, but it was driving me insane that nothing had been posted in months. so yeah, im back. also no, i didnt mean chris as in chris kendall, it was just the first name that came into my mind i love chris

“Seriously, he was a dick anyway.”

Y/N, one of my best friends, was sitting next to an enormous pile of used tissues, clinging on to my comforter which I knew would most likely be covered in snot soon. This morning she had knocked on my front door and instead of getting a smile and a wave in greeting like I had expected, I had been mauled into a hug and a, “he broke up with me!” was (very loudly) spluttered into my ear. Now, four hours later, we were both lying on the lounge and I was trying to make her feel better.

Y/N and Chris had been dating for five months, and according to Y/N, this morning she had woken to a text from Chris saying that he wanted to break up. Nothing more, nothing less. Literally just, “I think we should break up, bye”.

“Also,” I continued, throwing the comforter off of her in case it actually did end up getting snot on it. “Phil bought you food, and we have your favourite movies. Because fictional people are way better than real people, yeah?”

She laughed, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, I guess so. Unless those people are you and Phil. In which case, you guys are better.”

I picked up the DVD cases and held them up in front of Y/N. “Which one?” I asked. Pointing to The Breakfast Club, I got up from my spot on the lounge and put it into the DVD player, then sat back down next to her.

As the movie started I felt Y/N lie her head on my shoulder, moving closer to me. I put my arm around her, a smile on my face as I turned back to the movie playing on the TV.

Almost two movies later, Y/N had stopped crying, and we had eaten two full packets of chips (a/n: or crisps whatever lol) and were almost finished watching Sixteen Candles. Normally, I wouldn’t have ever watched these movies, but these made Y/N happy. Seeing Y/N made me happy, so I agreed to watch them.

“Thank you, Dan,” Y/N said, as the credits for the movie started rolling onto the screen. “For all of this.”

“What? It’s nothing, really. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Y/N smiled gratefully, hugging me tighter. “No, for everything. Like, putting up with me almost every day. Buying me food. Y'know?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s my pleasure. You’re a great person Y/N, anyone would be happy to have you in their life.”

*Something Special Pt.2* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your stories and you’re a really great writer❤ so may I ask if you could make a story where the reader thinks she’s just a muggle, but newt knows something she doesn’t know about herself. Lots and lost of fluff! Well if you wouldn’t mind that’s it…❤

♦ Read part one here!

After being in Harry Potter in Orlando last week, I kept thinking back to this request and how people wanted me to continue. I got some ideas while walking around Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy!

“And this here is Sugarplums Sweet shop. If you’re ever in the mood for some delicious confectionary sweets, this here is the place.” smiling, Newt looked over at you as you awed at the bright pink building. Your nose was almost pressing against the window as you peered inside. Newt chuckled. “Would you like to take a look inside?”

“Oh, yes! Please!” 

Opening the door, Newt let you walk in before following closely behind. The shelves were filled with colorful packaged goods and in front was a case overflowing with delicious treats. You brushed past a group of people and bent over looking in the case. 

“These are my favorite.” pointing to the cauldron cakes, Newt moved closer to you as you began asking what everything else was.

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After all this time - Jughead x reader

Hey so I’m putting out this much of the story just to see if it interests anyone, because I won’t write the second part if no one reads it. Please be kind <3

Words - 1601

Warnings - none I don’t think

As you entered Pops for the first time in forever, you wondered if you would see any of your old friends there, or if any of them would recognise you. As you looked around at all the booths a red haired girl caught your eye, Cheryl. You had heard about what happened to Jason last summer and as you were about to give her your condolences, you realised that she probably has no idea who you are, because even before you left, you guys were never close.

“One chocolate milkshake please!” You asked Pop, as you handed him the money he looked up and a surprised look flashed across his face; “(Y/N)???” Pop asked, “Wow I haven’t seen you in well,  how long has it been now?” “2 years, I’m back for senior year and I hope it’s a good one” you replied, “Well it’s sure good to have you back here in little old Riverdale, (Y/N).” Pop said, handing over the milkshake.

You turned around to find somewhere to sit, and that’s when you saw them, you old friends from when you were merely 15 years old; Archie, Jughead, Kevin and Betty, they all sat in a booth together with some girl you had never met before. You glanced at them to look at how much they’ve changed. Juggie is still wearing that beanie, typing away at his laptop, Archie was as athletic looking as ever, Kevin was laughing and smiling just like you remember him and Betty, Betty still looked the exact same, blonde and beautiful.

You almost went over there, but you got too scared that they wouldn’t recognise you and then in turn think you were a freak. So you sat at a booth that wasn’t too far from them so you could hear what they were talking about, while sneaking a few glances.

“I can’t believe we’ve only known you for a year, Ronnie.” You heard Betty’s voice say, Ronnie must’ve been the girl you didn’t know.

“Yeah it’s crazy, V” Archie chimed in.

“Feels like we have been in the presence of the infamous, Veronica Lodge for years” you heard Jughead say. His sarcastic comment ruptured in some laughs from the group.

Suddenly a phone rang, “Hello? Yes, okay I’m coming now, okay bye” Betty was the one talking, “sorry guys I have to go, mother dearest is waiting” she got up and as she walked past your booth you stuck your head down praying she didn’t see you, you weren’t ready to be ‘officially back’.

“We better get going too Ronnie if we want to hit the shops for the perfect back-to-school outfits” Kevin said to Veronica, they hopped up, said bye to Archie and Jughead and walked out.

“Okay man, now it’s just you and me.” Archie’s voice said in a not so whisper. “Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Betty? She hasn’t told anyone and we’re all going crazy over here not knowing.”

“It’s nothing really, after we kissed we tried to start dating but I couldn’t keep up with her expectations, I’m not you after all buddy” Jug replied, sarcastic tone and all. “But it’s cool, she’s one of my best friends so I would rather not lose her anyways, it’s better off this way, no harm no foul.”

“Okay man, well I’m going to go practice with Val, so I’ll see you at home later?” Archie said, slowly standing, waiting for Jugs reply before he got up fully.

“Yeah man, see you later” and with that sentence, Archie was off.

Now Jughead sat all alone, with his laptop, he looked absolutely concentrated on whatever task he was doing, you felt a little bit more confident now that it was just him, so you stood up and slowly made your way towards him, you put your milkshake on the table and sat on the seat across from him, you didn’t think he had even noticed until you looked up from your phone and he was staring at you with a questionable look on his face.

“Um, hello?” He said, “Who are you?”

You got a burst of confidence from hearing his voice and before you knew it “Do you not remember me, Juggie Buggie?” slipped out of your mouth.

It took Jug a few seconds but then he remembered the nickname “Juggie Buggie” and who had given it to him, his best friend that moved towns 2 years ago. “(Y/N)?!?” he said with a surprised tone, “holy shit is it really you?”

“In the flesh” you replied with a giggle, “so whatcha writing there writer boy?”

“Just a wee piece on the murder of Jason Blossom, no one knows who did it even a year later”

“So you’re going all detective to figure it out huh?”

“You know it sunshine” he said with a smirk, god this boy sent shivers up your spine even now, 2 years later. How did you still have a crush on this boy 2 years later?

For the next couple of hours you and Juggie caught up and after no time you seemed to be best friends again, he was always over at your house or you at his/Archies. You bonded with the whole gang again and even became super close with Veronica.

A few months later, Cheryl Blossom walks into the lunchroom and commands everyone to be silent to listen to her, she invited everyone to her house for a party tonight, “Be there for good times, good games and drama” were her exact words.

“What do you say, Jug? Wanna go get trashed with Queen B?” You said after she left, everyone else in the group was already going to go as they never missed a Cheryl Blossom party, but Jug wasn’t like everyone else, you knew it would take some convincing to get this boy out and partying. “I’ll think about it” Jug said, giving you a sarcastic smile.

Once school was finished you spotted Jug and Betty talking, behind them was V and Kevin, so you walked around Jug and Betty to see them. As you got closer, before anyone knew you were walking towards the two pairs, you heard Betty say “she’s changing you Juggie, you would never go to this party if it wasn’t for (Y/N)’s influence.” That made you stop right in your tracks. You paused for a bit and walked right up to Ronnie and Kev, they knew you had just heard what Betty said and had shocked expressions on both their faces, “ready to go guys?” you asked and walked towards your car, “oh how you’re such a bad influence, (Y/N)” Ronnie said, winking at you to make you feel a little better about the awkward situation you stumbled apon.

Once you were at Ronnies, you text Jug “Hey, saw you talking with Betty, seemed pretty serious, everything all good? Can’t wait to party with you tonight”

“Okay I’m sorry, I’ve held this in for a month or two now, but honey, you’re so obviously in love with that Jones boy” Kevin said, with Ronnie behind him nodding as a back up.

“You’re both crazy, me and juggie are just friends. I swear.” you replied, the two exchanged ‘whatever’ looks, “Why don’t we see about that tonight?” Ronnie asked, “Great idea, Ronnie, didn’t Cheryl say there would be games?”  Kev said, you rolled your eyes and laughed at your friends.

Cheryls party was huge, people were everywhere, you got kind of nervous, you were wearing some of Veronica’s clothes and you felt a little out of your comfort zone, but a few drinks will hopefully fix that, you thought to yourself.

After a while everyone was sitting down playing truth or dare, it was Reggies turn and he turned to you and bit his lip, “Truth or dare, (Y/N)? You’ll probably pick truth because you’re too scared for dares aye?” You looked at him and laughed, “Dare, Reg” He looked genuinely surprised, he obviously didn’t have a dare lined up, “uh, um, scull your drink and mine” so you stood up, downed your drink, walked over to Reggie, and downed his, “what a lovely dare, Reggie, thanks for the drink”

When you turned around to sit down you looked at Juggie, he was glaring at Reggie, you turned your head and noticed Reggie was not even subtly checking you out, it’s probably Veronica’s clothes, you thought to yourself, you turned back to Jug and smiled, he smirked back, god that smirk would make you weak in the knees, you sat back down to continue playing the game.

After a few more rounds of truth or dare it was Cheryl’s turn, she looked at you, then Jughead, and smiled. “Betty, truth or dare, you’ve picked 2 truths in a row so sorry love it has to be a dare this time, house rules.”

“Um okay, dare then.” Betty responded.

“I dare you, to take Jughead into the closet for 7 minutes in heaven.”

Betty didn’t even blink, she stood up, grabbed Jug’s hand and started walking towards the closet. You couldn’t breathe, you stood up and announced you were going to get fresh air and a drink, you then went off and got yourself another drink from the kitchen and downed it, then poured another one, as you walked away Kevin and Ronnie looked at each other, both knowing even before you did that you were head over heels for Jughead Jones, and that the reason you left the circle wasn’t to get some fresh air, it was to get away from the fact that he and Betty are in the closet for 7 minutes in heaven, and it broke you thinking about all the things that could happen in that closet.

The Charade; Part One

Summary: Two journalists strike a bargain with Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles to get the article they need, and end up getting more than they bargained for. 
Pairings: Misha x OFC, Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1479
Warnings: Language.
A/N: Ash’s and my new collab! @d-s-winchester​ 


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I Need to Know Why (13 Reasons Why Tony [Not Romantic] Imagine)

Description: After a terrible day, you went to your favorite place in the world, but it wasn’t so grand that day.

Request:hey i have read all your imagines and i loooovvveee your writing!!! if you do tony imagines, can you do one where you are at the cliff and tony is driving by right when you are about to jump and he stops you just in time and gives you a ride home and makes you promise to not scare him like that again? sorry if its too detailed but you are such a great writer!!! p.s - Jeff deserved better

Thank you so much for reading my imagines! I’m really sorry, but I really don’t feel comfortable writing about Tony in a romantic way with a female reader because he is portrayed as a homosexual male in the show, and, to me,  it just doesn’t seem right to dishonor that. I’m really sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, but I tried my best with the given circumstance. I also added a lot to the request, so I hope it’s to your liking.

Warnings: mild language suicide mention

You didn’t even know how to feel anymore. Your best friend, Hannah, killed herself about a month ago, and everyone you talked to seemed to have an inside as to what happened in her life. She never seemed as though she had any intent or capability to do anything like that, so when you found out, you were devastated.

She seemed to always come up in conversation now, and while you understood that suicide needed to be talked about at Liberty High, you just couldn’t bare to hear about Hannah anymore. You were hurt that she didn’t talk to you about how she was feeling, and you didn’t know what to do anymore because she was your one and only friend.

Your day at school was terrible, and what only made it worst was that Bryce came up to your locker before you tried to leave.

“(Y/N),” he smiled. “You coming to my party later?”

“I really don’t have-”

“Look I know you’re not as easy as Hannah was, but I still think you’d have a good time.”

How dare he say that to you. He knew she was your only friend, and he couldn’t even imagine the pain you were going through now that she was gone. You had heard all the rumors about Hannah, but you knew that Justin and Bryce were just obnoxious, and you refused to let them get to you or bother you when they made rumors about you or Hannah, and you sure as hell refused to let Bryce get to you now.

“Too bad, I’ll have to miss it then, huh?” you said to him before slamming your locker and walking out the doors. You walked home. Your parents weren’t home yet which was typical. Your dad was often gone due to business trips, and your mom worked late nights, so you knew you were going to be alone for the night. You opened the mailbox and saw it was empty except for an envelope.

(Y/N) it said in pretty writing which you somewhat recognized. You opened it as soon as you got inside and found a piece of paper and a CD. You picked up the paper. All it said was Listen. Then you’ll understand.

You grabbed your laptop, and quickly inserted the disk. You were scared. What was this? What did you need to understand?

Hello, (Y/N). Yes, it’s me, Hannah. Don’t be alarmed. This isn’t a prank. I gave this to a trusted individual to give to you. If you did receive this then I hate to inform you, but I am not longer with you. There are thirteen reasons as to why this is, and I want to assure you that you are not one of them. I need to you to understand that. You’d be listening to something completely different if you were. Yes, we were friends, best friends, but there was so much going on in my life that I didn’t tell you. Maybe friends shouldn’t keep secrets from each other, but I had to keep these from you. I’m sorry for that. You are something really special. I need you to know that. I didn’t want to ruin you by giving you the tapes, but if you really want to know the whole story, ask Tony. You’re the only exception. I know how upset you get, so I didn’t want to hurt you. I cared about you a lot. Please don’t doubt that.

Tapes? She made tapes as to why she killed herself instead of just talking to you? You decided to go for a walk to help you forget about everything, but it only made it worst. You found yourself walking by the library, where you and Hannah would go read and help each other with homework. You walked near her parents’ pharmacy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to actually walk in. You hadn’t been able to since Hannah died. Why didn’t she talk to you? Were you that bad of a friend that she couldn’t trust you? You kept walking and walking until you got to the cliffs that you and Hannah used to look down from. You’d sit there and just speak, listen to music, and just be together. You always felt free when you were there with her.

Today was not going to be one of those free days. You felt empty without Hannah. You were incomplete. You found yourself walking closer and closer to the edge. You were always afraid of heights, but this one didn’t scare you. You didn’t care if you fell anymore. You didn’t care about anything anymore. You didn’t care that you could be seconds from the end. It was all pointless now. Your feet were only centimeters from the edge when you heard a car behind you.

“(Y/N)! Stop!” a voice yelled. Some grabbed you and yanked you back from the edge. You turned around to see Tony. He was in your English class, but you didn’t really know him at all. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. He looked at you sincerely with the saddest look you’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry you got the CD.” You looked at him in shock. You couldn’t move.

“Get in my car,” he said taking your hand and helping you into the passenger seat. He started to drive. You didn’t know where he was taking you, and you didn’t care, but you had to know everything else.

“You were the one? The ‘trusted individual’?” you asked after a while.

“(Y/N), you need to understand-”

“What? That I’m a crappy friend? That I couldn’t be there for Hannah and now she’s gone? Because I damn well understand that, Tony!”

“Listen to me. I get that you’re upset, but you can’t do shit like that,” he said glancing at you for a second.

“I can do whatever shit I want.”

“No, you can’t. Please just-”

“Why not? Why do you even care? You don’t even know me.”

“Because Hannah made me a CD, too,” he sighed. “And she told me I couldn’t let you do something like that. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let her down again.” He stopped the car in front of Monet’s, and you finally broke down in tears. He put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel him looking at you. After you cried all the tears you could, you finally looked at him again.

“I need to know why, Tony,” you said.

“I have the tapes in the back.”

The Way Home (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: language, angst, fluff?

A/N: I’m not really sure if this is good or not, because I have been a mess over Carrie and now her mama. Can’t even believe it. Hug all your loved ones tonight. Anyways, this is definitely my the most angst I’ve ever written in my entire life. Part seven will be the last part! As always, thank you for reading!

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Lucifer - Seasons 1 & 2 (but mostly 2)

Once again, a show that surprised me in a very good way. I liked Lucifer at first, but I never though in the beginning it would become one of my most anticipated shows.

I was like loving Lucifer, Linda and Maze from the get go, but the others were kinda “meh” and I found Chloe, Dan and Amenadiel very bland, especially in comparison. Since she was supposed to be the female interest, I was a little thrown off, because the main duo didn’t work out for me.

But then, every one of them (and I literally mean “everyone”, this is not often a show flips me over so much. Totally changed my mind when the start wasn’t that good imo) started to grow on me and became more and more interesting by the minute.

From Lucifer to Trixie, with Amenadiel, Lucifer’s mom, his “dad”, Chloe, Dan, Ella… This became the kind of show where I could tell “If the writers harm a soul, any soul, they’ll have to fight me (although Maze doesn’t have a soul but don’t touch her also)”. And frankly, I never though Lucifer would get me that way.

THAT is a great surprise. THAT is what all shows should aim for, and what I’m looking for now in a TV show. Most of the ones I watch are like that now, or at least to my satisfaction it is. And that feels fucking good.

So, basically, season 1 only was there to slowly get me to care about all of them before they added more. Since I was with a little prejudice before, I probably didn’t enjoyed it to its fullest.

But what sealed the deal for me was season 2. Season 2 was marvelous in terms of storytelling and character growth and relationships between all of them.

I mean the concept behind his relationships with others alone is fascinating.

I’ve loved seeing Linda process the fact Lucifer was really the devil (like she didn’t jumped in right away like “Yeah, okay, you’re the devil, whatevs”, but ultimately, her loyalty remained with him and Maze) and becoming closer to Maze and forming an amazingly touching and beautiful and genuine friendship.

I love how Maze allows herself more to need people and tell them so. Even Lucifer in the end got that he hurt her. And she would go at great lengths to protect Chloe or Linda too now, you can’t convince me otherwise.

And did I mentioned I loved Ella’s adding to the cast ? The mum character is great too, and I really believe God Johnson was a manifestation of his father. Otherwise, how would he know about Lucifer’s real name ? How would he not react to Lucifer’s red eyes when he asks him angrily to apologize ?

And more importantly, why was he not affected by Lucifer’s “What do you desire ?” if he was just a stranger believing he was god ?

As to why the mother didn’t feel anything, I think it’s because it was just kind of a manifestation, but not him fully possessing someone to appear on earth.

Can we talk about how everyone was worried sick for Linda ? Maze was crying her heart out for Amenadiel to help, she broke my heart. She needed so much her little Linda to survive. I’m almost tearing up again writing that, still a little emotional about it.

And Lucifer wanting immediately to get to Linda as soon as his mother flees. Amenadiel had to say he would take care of her for Lucifer to focus again on the task.

I mean, I already loved her from day one. But ever since Lucifer revealed his true face to her, she’s been even more of a blessing. She’s the best and most loyal friend the world ever bare (at least this one).

The little speech she gave Lucifer in the end made me tear up. It was beautiful and so… heartwarming.

I often go on and on about Linda and Maze, because ever since they’ve started having scenes together, I saw their chemistry and how much I loved them both together and as individuals.

The moment where Linda learns about Lucifer and doesn’t wanna see Maze and they end up talking it out through the door : it gave me so much feels and they do it everytime.

But my little comic “discussion” posts don’t reflect how much I cherish the relationship between Lucifer and Linda. Because the growth on this relationship is amazing. 

And the little scene between them at the end of season 2 finale has to be my favorite for them so far. I mean, the feels, but also… In the midst of conversation, Lucifer realizes something for himself. Yet, after he vocalized it, he says like immediately right after “But let’s focus on you”.

And I know he’s gonna be like that if Linda’s not well, because she’s his friend. But I find this little sentence so simple yet, full of meaning. And I love that little detail.

Oh and can we talk about how Linda didn’t flinch first in front of THE Goddess ? Like, she knew she was getting hurt and possibly killed horribly, but she still chose to resist giving the information before she couldn’t take it anymore.

Just so she could protect Lucifer’s secret ! I’m… This woman will be the death of me, she’s too precious. I mean, she risked her life for this. I’m still sobbing. My poor Linda and her gigantic heart.

Frankly, I was mad as hell Charlotte (we’re gonna call her Charlotte, it’s simpler than “The Goddess” and faster to type) hurt Linda. Like, she’s in the holy trinity for me of “You don’t touch him/her or there’ll be trouble”.

But I also like the mother character very much. And ultimately, I kinda understood where she could come from.

Because I don’t think she ever intended on hurting people from the get go, even though I thought she was only trouble at first. But I was kinda wrong.

The big thing that defined Charlotte the whole way was her love for her children. That and she was pretty pissed at God for making her suffer so much and being basically a deceptive and MIA bastard.

BUT, I get from that she is a mother. And all she wanted to do from day one was to protect and maybe avenge her children. She went to great lengths to do that, even if that meant there would be casualties.

The fact in their last moments together, Lucifer had to tell her about war, and casualties, and the fact that basically people would suffer says tons to me. I think she really didn’t realize.

She kinda knew, but she was so focused on getting her children with her, keeping them safe, that she ultimately lost track of everything else. Not to mention she’s not any kind of mother.

She’s an overprotective (kinda) mother with creation powers. So yeah, she’s a ticking time bomb, but it’s not really her fault. To me, she has too much strength for her wrath. And she doesn’t mean wrong. But her love for her sons is brighter and prevails.

So of course she’s gonna hurt people getting in the way. And if the result is far worse than intended, it’s just because her power is too much, even for herself sometimes.

Overall, I’m going to miss her deeply.

I loved the weird friendship taking place between Dan and Amenadiel.

Frankly, those two are cinnamon rolls who don’t get enough credit already ! I’m so glad Dan finally found out Charlotte was Luci’s mom. Like I knew the “you’d be Lucifer’s dad” joke would come back. And it was priceless.

I was sad, however, to see him hurt in the end by this cold “who are you ?”. I was starting to ship them a bit, so I hope he’ll learn about all this someday and understands WHO he’s been sleeping with. (Spoiler alert : it’s a big divine who)

Amenadiel is hilarious in the finale, and the way he protect those people now. Not to mention he’s the reason Linda’s still alive, so thanks for that.

So Lucifer is mum’s favorite and Amenadiel is daddy’s boy ? I love this little detail ! Like this show is surreal sometimes. It knows what his audience wants and doesn’t even know they want (or so it seems).

Even the way Chloe and Lucifer’s relationship had been treated is unusual. And I didn’t thought I would ship it at first, but they’re cute and it feels natural. And I’m rooting for Chloe to know everything there is to know, and finally seeing the light (well, i mean…).

Because I want relationships to tighten even more. It worked wonders with Linda, so I have faith it will only be more meaningful afterwards. (But I’m wondering if Dan and Ella would learn about it ultimately).

And god, I could go on for hours. I love this show. I want more rn !

I’m so so glad they have a supersized third season due to the four remaining episodes they got in bonus. They so deserve the expansion, and frankly, I trust them so far to do the right thing with the extra amount of episodes.

They already proved us they were capable of constructing a story interesting and complex, and touching without resorting to classic storylines (at least not so much, some parts are bound to be kept as intended in the original story, I think) and showing beautiful and genuine relationships between its characters.

I think not everybody can pull a 22 episodes thing and get it right. But Lucifer already did a marvelous job with 18 episodes in season 2 . They only have to do it for 4 more in season 3 (well 8 more, but I think they already have the story so far for the four remaining of season 2 pushed to season 3, so it’s no brainer imo).

But I’m not a TV show writer, so I don’t know. We’ll see. I might not be so much on tumblr this summer (I hope to get on with my projects, among other things), expect for Killjoys, Dark Matter and Game of Thrones, of course.

Otherwise, I’ll probably see you in the fall !

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fucekning - it’s 1am in the morning and i’ve been awake since 5:30 am but why the fuck not, let’s do this. I’ll probably forget Someone so don’t be surprised if i edit this and add more - especially since there are people I regularly talk to but forget their tumblr URLs since I mostly talk with them over other platforms. 

  • @theinevitablesense is a wonderful and talented human being and a blessing in my life. Parker is so intelligent and so great to talk to. We’re writing a fic together which is a #blessing, and honestly I couldn’t be happier about it. We became friends because Parker messaged me one day like ‘i love ur fic!!!’ and while our first few convos were awkward we are at a Really Great Place rn
  • @lol-phan-af is my Sunshine. Bella is the person who got me to start writing for hamilton, and as such I’m forever grateful to her for a multitude of reasons. We became friends because I literally kept pestering her on tumblr until she agreed to write a fic with me because i’m that kind of annoying. 
  • @iwritelikeimrunningoutoftime is the one who started it All. Irene is the miracle person who first messaged me about 177(6) RP, and honestly it is because of her that I know anyone that I do now. She’s a brilliant, beautiful, and gifted blessing in my life and I don’t know where I’d be without her.
  • @emmiimmeme stepped into my life as the jemmy RPer, and honestly i love her. Someone who has been around for about a year now. We talk about Seth Numrich and Ian Khan a lot. She seems to think I ghostwrote the moreos guy posts
  • @shipsdreamsandmakebelieve was the John RPer. She messaged me on tumblr a little after she started commenting on 177(6). At one point she decided to say fuck it and gave me her snapchat so I could experience chris jackson singing on the forth of july, and afterward I persuaded her to join the RP. we still talk now, it’s a great existence. I have a mom t-shirt and mom sticker from her. It’s a Fantastic time.
  • @thalia-the-guitar was the Dori RPer. It took us longer to hit it off, in all honesty. We got closer because of talking about writing. I like to think I was kind of a wall to bounce ideas off of for the train fic she wrote with rowan, but that’s probably inflating my importance in that process. She’s someone who I talk to more via text and snapchat than fandom platforms tbh.
  • @bewitchinghowell was the lizzie RPer. HOnestly an all around gift, a joy and light in my life. The one who made us make the groupchat, and literally where would we be without that gropuchat. 
  • @ceracero was the Philip RPer. they’re literally so pure and so wonderful and i love them so much and they send me cards and i treasure them in a drawer next to my bed to read when i’m sad and i just,, they’re so good 
  • @hamilshot was the Burr RPer. Honestly one of the most brilliant, most motivated, and strongest people I know. Real life goals, tbh. They’re the type of person I will gladly admit I look up to. I literally wrote an essay about them and started to cry while interviewing them because they’re just that Great. ONe of those people that once they set their mind on something, it will take the entire universe and Then some to prevent it from happening. 
  • @rhfe was the dolley RPer, joining us a little later on in the game. Honestly, he’s made my life so much better. A source of joy that also took me longer to get close to. I didn’t realize that was his URL until like yesterday so that’s how attentive I am. 
  • @little–feather was the maria RPer. I’ve actually met her, and hoenstly, it was a Great time. We got ice cream and were super cute and it’s one of those cases where over the past year I’ve really gotten to seem them grow and honestly? a Blessing in my life
  • @night-lester mads is fantastic?? someone i’m still not as close as I want to be to but literally every interaction I’ve had with them has improved my life in some way and everyone loves them so much and that is such a good because they spread love and positivity in a way i don’t think they even do on purpose and they’re just a Good. originally the seabury RPer
  • @clarind-uh was the George-io RPer. Honestly, just,,, incredible. Another person that took me longer to get close to, but I’m so glad I did. We initially communicated via heart emojis, which was a good thing that i’m very happy happened. 
  • @the-real-m-vp was the martha RPer (obvi). Sam is literally one of the nicest and most beautiful people i’ve ever seen in my entire life??? like??? so nice and kinda and positive and perfect and sweet and literally Everything
  • @alexangery is someone I met through rowan - someone who RPed lance - and we ended up writing kinkcember together. We kinda drifted after a bit since the health chat got busy and what not, but we keep ending up back together and it’s a MIracle because honestly?? alex is one of the best parts of this fandom and where would we be without him is the real quesiton
  • @roseclipping is so sweet, and someone I kinda watched from a distance for a little bit because I knew she was a really talented writer from the gift exchanges. We kinda had a word here or there, mostly communicating via drabble prompts in all honesty. We became closer because I ended up answering some questions for a college au of hers haha and now we’re in a writing chat!!
  • @thellamaduo is someone that I started talking to because we were thinking about doing a big bang of sorts. It never happened and probably will Never happened. Rainah is literally someone who I know Knows her shit. Like, if I were to ever doubt a characterization I could go to her and be like “HELP ME” and she’d be able to with reasoning and explanations to back of her words. She’s so smart and knowledgable and literally everything she writes is ironclad and I’d trust it with my Life. And she’s just really great to talk to in general? I consider her to be a good friend and i’m so happy I can because honestly Where would I be without her. I’m slowly progressing, but everytime I do take that brief second back to think about a writing decisions, it’s with her in mind “what would rainah do”
  • @franciskinloch is a recent friend but a Good one. Their very attractive face is a blessing in my life and something i can look forward to and i know that if i ever have lams feels they’re feeling it times a gazillion and also the first person who i saw recognize just how attractive cravats and knee-breeches are and i’m never letting that go. Ever.
  • @ham-for-ham is also a recent friend, but one i’m glad to have. we were thrown together in a group chat and then we talked about turn and it was a Good decision
  • @hambrr amber is also more recent and is in the same writing chat/network as alex and sarah and is Good. honestly, if you have any appreciation for hamburr as a ship, i’d recommend checking them out. They’re vv supportive and vv good.
  • @procrastinatingbookworm is also a new friend and one i’ve yet to get to know very well but as we’re in a writing chat together i imagine we will grow closer in their future. very sweet <3
  • @speedilyunabashedhologram is someone who was just kinda tossed into a big chat with the RPers and Friends because why NOt and she’s become a constant presence and honestly it wouldn’t be the same without her
  • @weehawken-dawngunsdrawn is also someoe who was just kinda tossed into the big chat with RPers and friends and hoenstly super sweet and super nice and super thoughtful and also from ohio which means i might get to see her in real life which is superr !!! because honestly !! best things
  • @exadorlion i assumed i already put them on here but honestly mari is a fantastic person and someone i can trust to have something interesting to say and they make my life Better which is more than I can ask from anyone and they’re just important to me okay. where would i be had they not pestered me about the fic i probably wouldn’t have ever written otherwise
  • @fortheloveofhegame marah, my real life friend. we go way back. i don’t know what else to say for her except that she was introduced to the RP chat as daddykinkfriend around a year ago and that’s defined her online presence partially ever since,. i love her. she’s a Good and my bff
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Alex texted you nearly every night now, and you often woke up to texts from him, so you weren’t surprised when he messaged you at 8 P.M. on a Thursday. What did shock you was what the message contained. It was a slew of misspelled words and some bad auto correct mistakes that you could hardly decipher. You decided it would be easier to just call him.

The phone rang for a long time before he picked up. “Alex?” you asked carefully. Anxiety was filling your gut.

“Hey!” His voice rang through the speaker of your phone. “How are ya, pretty thing? Where you at?”

“Alex, are you drunk?”

“Fo shizzle.”

“Who’s with you?”

“No one. There’s a bird in this tree. I’ve been callin’ him Ricky.”

You furrowed your brow. “You got wasted by yourself? That’s kinda sad…”

“Yep! That’s me! A low-life, with no life, who’s going nowhere!”

You sighed and started to pull your coat on and walk out the door “Where are you? I’m coming to take you home.”

“In the park.”

It was hard to hide the annoyance in your voice. “Which park Alex?”

“One of ‘em.”

“Alexander Hamilton tell me right now what park you’re at.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The line went dead. By this time you were already in your car. You groaned in frustration and threw your phone in the cup holder. It looked like you would have to check every park in New York City never mind that there were probably more than a thousand.  

You started with the ones closest to his apartment, which he wasn’t at when you got there. You kept a can of mace at your side, just in case something happened. You tried not to stay too long at one park. If he didn’t respond to you walking around and calling his name, he probably wasn’t there. You kept moving, trying to keep the emotion out of this. You were alone at night walking around parts of New York you’d never been to, and no one but drunk Alex knew you were out. It wasn’t an ideal situation. You hated being alone in the city, especially at night. It pushed your anxiety through the roof. You only noticed when you put your hands on the still steering wheel how much they were shaking.

You were wandering in probably the sixth or seventh park you’d visited that night. You felt like you recognized this place, but you weren’t entirely sure why. As you walked, you called out for Alexander, but there was no response. You sighed and followed the loop of the path, giving up on this place. You were almost to your car when someone stepped in front of you so fast you narly stumbled into them.

“Hey there. How are you?”

You looked up at the tall man. He was older, with wrinkles on his face and white peppering his beard and hair. He was dressed in a suit and had an expensive looking jacket draped over his arm, but he reeked of alcohol and was leaning a little too close for comfort.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” you said quietly before attempting to step past him, but he caught your arm and spun you around.

“Woah, not so fast! Where do you have to hurry off to?”

“I…I’m looking for my friend.”

The stranger let out low whistle and stared at you. “Is that the bloke you were shouting for?” You swallowed hard a nodded, paralyzed for fear. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. Why don’t you stay here with me for a bit? I bet I’m a lot more fun than him.”

“I’m sorry, I really need to find him.” You tried pull your arm away, but his grip only tightened.

“What’s the harm in spending some time with me?” he said with a toothy grin. You wanted to scream and fight and push him away, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You were stuck. The man started to pull you closer.

“Please…” you whispered, tears silently falling from eyes.

“Hey don’t worry. I just wanna get to know you better.”  

“Hey!” someone shouted. You both looked over to the sound. Alex was standing a short distance away. It was nearly winter, and he was wearing a T-shirt outside. “Let her go, man.”

The older man stared at Alex. Your vision was started to go dark. “Why? We’re just talking.”

“Because if you don’t take your hands of her right now, I’m calling the police.”

The man grumbled something and let go of your arm, walking away quickly. You instantly feel to your knees breathing heavily. Your chest felt tight and no matter what you did it wouldn’t loosen. It was like someone had put a brace on your lungs and was pulling them tighter and tighter until you suffocated.

Alex was at your side. “Y/N? Shit, are you okay?”


“Okay okay. What can I do?” Alex moved closer. You squeezed your eyes just with the sudden nausea and pushed Alex away.

“The alco…hol…Y-You smell…like h-him.”

“Oh God.” Alex stepped back. “What…what do you want me to do?”

“Just…st-stay away. Don’t t-touch me.”

There was a moment of silence filled with only your ragged breathing and choked sobs, and then you heard Alex’s footsteps slowly moving away.

You leaned back and put your head between your knees, willing the ache to stop. You took deep breaths until it hurt. Finally, after several minutes of breathing and whispering mantras to yourself, you started to calm down. You wiped at your face and felt you tears soak into your glove. Slowly, you turned your head toward Alex.

He was sitting on the ground a few feet away, watching you. His eyes were concerned, he looked hurt and ashamed.

“I’m fine.” Your voice was quiet, but it was enough for him to see.

“Can I…”

You nodded and stood up. Alex walked quickly over and took you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered.

“It’s okay.” You rub your hand along his back soothingly. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Not really.” He pulled away and shrugged. Alex stared down at the ground. You frowned.

“Alex, what’s up?”

“You shouldn’t have come out here.” he said quickly. “You almost got hurt. You shouldn’t have come after me.”

“What is going on with you? Why were you out here in the first place?”

Alex looked up to the sky with an annoyed face. “I just wanted to take a walk, think, forget for a bit. Things got out of hand, but you shouldn’t have come after me.”

“Are you crazy? Of course I was gonna come after you!”

“Why?” His eyes met yours carefully

“You could’ve gotten hurt tonight too, Alex.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Alex turned away from you. “You shouldn’t.”

“Jesus, what is with you tonight?”

“The possibility of me getting hurt shouldn’t compel you to risk yourself. I’m not worth it.”

You stared at him in shock and anger. “You can’t actually believe that.”

“Well,” He threw his hands up. “I do.”

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?”

“Look at me, Y/N. I’m an idiot. All I do is drink and get high. I barely have any real friends. I can’t keep a stable relationship. I hate my job, and I’m going nowhere, everyone knows it.”

Silence passed between you two. You weren’t sure I don’t break it, but you did know one thing.

“I don’t think that…I don’t think you’re going nowhere.”

Alex scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”

You grabbed his hand and made him look at you. “Really. You’re not going nowhere. So, you’ve made some mistakes, and yeah, maybe journalism sucks right now, but you’re a good writer Alex. You can do some much more if you just put your mind to it. You’ll never know how much potential you have until you start trying. And just because you’ve done some bad things, that doesn’t make you a bad person. Not regretting your mistakes is what’s not okay.”

Alex looked at you, for a long time. Your hand still held onto his. “You really think I could do something great?”

“I think you have the potential to. Maybe if you spend less time drunk in parks and more time  on building the career you want.”

Alex laughed lightly and nodded. He met your eyes, before looking at the scenery around you. “You know…this park is where I took you on our first date.”

“Really?” You swiveled your head around, looking at all the different landmarks. “That’s why it looked…familiar.”

“I am sorry, by the way.”

“Alex I told you, it’s oka-”

“No not for tonight. I mean I am, I am sorry for tonight. But…I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was a dick, and you didn’t deserve that. You’re a really great person, Y/N.” He stepped closer to you and took you other hand in his. You were mesmerized by his dark eyes. “I really regret leaving you…”

Alex leaned down and connected his lips to yours. They were cold, like the rest of his body, but it made you feel warm. He tasted like spice, probably Fireball.  You never wanted this moment to end.

But then you realized, this was Alexander Hamilton. He had hurt you, and so many others. You shouldn’t be kissing him. You should be kissing him. You shouldn’t be kissing him.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed Alex away. “I’m sorry I…I just.”

“Seriously?” he asked. “Y/N, we’ve been hanging out regularly for almost half a year! You can’t just pretend there’s nothing here.”

“Alex, I told you I wanted to stay friends. I want to keep this platonic. I’m sorry if you expected something more from me, but I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want to get back together.” you explained, but he didn’t look convinced. “And with Gilbert…I don’t want things to get complicated.”  You regretted it the moment you said it. Being caught in a lie would be the worst thing for your plan, but it did seem to shut him up.

“I know, I just-” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Never mind. I’m sorry.”

A surge of annoyance, ran through you. Was he really that unaccustomed to not getting what he wants?

“C’mon.” you said, dejected. “You’re gonna freeze to death out here. I’ll drive you home.”

Alex followed your wordlessly to your car, and stayed that way for most of the ride to your house. You put on some quiet music in an attempt to ease the tension, but it didn’t work.

You stopped in front of Alex’s apartment complex. He unbuckled and opened the door, stepping out. When he turned to shut it he paused and looked at you for a moment.

“I really am sorry. “ His eyes were so hurt and sincere.

“I know.” you whispered. Alex lingered for a bit, but eventually he nodded and shut the door, walking away.

You leaned your forehead against the steering wheel. What the hell had just happened? Why had he gotten so angry? Yeah, you’d been spending a lot of time together, and yes, the kiss was nice…very nice…knees weak swooning nice…

Your mind wandered back to that kiss, picturing what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed him away. It was nice to think about.

Well, it was nice, until you were interrupted by a text from Gilbert.

Hey, Alex made it seem like you thought something was going on between us? I’m really sorry if you misread my intentions but I don’t see you that way…I’m sorry….

“Shit shit shit!” you whispered to no one in particular. You quickly replied with a “NO” and then started to type a text with more explanation.

I’ve honestly just been saying a few things to piss him off. He can be a real player sometimes and I’m tired of it so I wanted to make him jealous

Gilbert replied quickly.

Oh haha I’m tired of it too mon amie use me however you need ;)

You thought back to the article. The reason you’d started this whole thing. You thought of how badly Alex had acted to your rejection tonight. You smirked and texted Gilbert back.

Mon-El's origin story on Supergirl

I love all of the CW DCTV superhero shows. And one thing I love is that many of them seem to be origin stories; how did this superhero become a superhero? Where did they come from and who were they before? What are the formative events that define their character, and how did they respond and grow in a way that made them worthy of the title of superhero? Do powers make you a superhero? Can superheroes be flawed and make flawed decisions? Can they learn from them and grow into their fully realized iterations?

I’m not a comic reader, but it’s my understanding that Mon-El in the comics becomes the superhero named Valor. Wow. That’s a big name to live up to. And it appears to me that the Supergirl writers decided to give Mon-El a 180 turnaround storyline, so when they introduced his character to the series this season it was as a person who is about as far away from worthy of the title “valor” as you can get. A spoiled prince (that’s not a spoiler anymore, is it?) used to getting his way, objectifying women, and not caring about anyone but himself. An “intergalactic frat boy.” Apparently even as a child on Krypton Kara had heard of his escapades enough to say that he was “the worst.” Even he admitted that the prince (himself) was nobody worth admiring and he doesn’t want any of his new friends to know that he is THAT GUY. There are probably even worse things that we don’t know about, seeing as the slave-trading Dominators recognized and bowed to him while on Slaver’s Moon. We will likely get a taste of more of his previous life when whoever is hunting him shows up. How could this guy become worthy of the cape and of the name “Valor?” That’s exactly the story that the writers are going to tell us.

When Mon-El arrived on Earth to discover that he was apparently the only one spared from Daxam’s destruction , he got a chance to reinvent himself. To make his own choices about who he was going to be and how he was going to live his life. It started out with him making some pretty stupid and selfish decisions. Kara tried to push him into becoming like her, and he pushed back. But over time, his friendship with her and the others in his life have started to influence and inspire him, and he’s realizing that his powers give him the ability to help others and that there is a responsibility that comes with that. He’s realizing that his know-it-all attitude and stubbornness can get him in trouble and he’s learning to listen to and trust others. He'a learning that sometimes putting yourself in danger to help others is the right thing to do. He’s on his way.

He’s still got a long way to go. This is his first season and if becomes Valor too fast, his origin story on this show is over. It’s going to happen over time that he becomes the guy worthy of the cape, the name, and the girl. Right now we still don’t know if his move to become a superhero is really about protecting and working with Kara, or if it’s truly what he feels called to. I think his intentions are good, but in order to be a true superhero he can’t just be doing it for a girl. At some point he’ll have to figure out who he is without her.

Is he worthy of dating Kara, a superhero who is much closer to the fully-realized version of herself, someone we all respect and love? I think it’s still yet to be seen. She sees something in him, believes in him, and has given him a chance but she also doesn’t give him a pass on some of his bad behavior. He seems to be recognizing that he has some areas to work on but real change takes time and some of these issues - not trusting her calls in the field, choosing to protect her over others, trying to make decisions for her- are going to keep causing conflict in their relationship until they are either resolved or cause a breakup. We saw last week that they could fight, call each other out, and make up, so maybe that will be how they will continue to work on these issues for now while still developing their romantic relationship. I don’t think Kara has to have a perfect guy- and btw she’s not perfect either- and I think she deserves happiness and a relationship as much as anyone else if that’s what she wants, so I am rooting for them at this point.

I think it would be unusual to see an “endgame” couple to get together and stay together in season 2. Mon-El may end up to be Kara’s great love in this series or he may be a temporary relationship - possibly even one that ends tragically. They may stay together and work things out over time or they could break up and grow separately, I don’t know. I think he probably has a lot more growing to do before we can really see him as being Kara’s equal in character and true partner, but I do think that growth is coming. Side note: Kara’s romantic interest from last season is also on a hero-growth arc, and while Jimmy seems to be pretty friend zoned at this point, that could change in upcoming seasons if he becomes the guy that Kara can see as her true partner in life and heroism.

I think Mon-El is a really fun and compelling character. I love seeing him on my screen every week, flaws and all, and I’m enjoying his and Kara’s relationship! I’m interested to see where it all goes from here…

All Of You Part 3

Taeyang x reader

Genre: Angst, romance

Au: High school!au

Words: 2984

Chapter: 3 / 5

Author/admin: Zoie

Beta: HO

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fatimaloveskpop said to kpop-reads:Heyyyyy! Can you write an SF9 Taeyang fic based on the song All of Me by John Legend? I’m so sorry my request is pretty lame​ but you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr so it’d be great if you could write this.❤❤❤❤❤

Author’s note: I’m a mess for taeyang and All of me by john legend. It puts me in my feels so hard and i cant help but write angsty shit in my feels so SORRY IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ANGST BUT IT GONNA HAPPEN.

Beta’s note: Literally, Zoie writes so fast. I’m such a slowpoke when it comes to beta-ing. Blame me for the slow updates, not Zoie.

“I hate you, but fucking love you at the same damn time. You’re making me go insane.”

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Thoughts about Spn 12x10


I have a lot of feelings about this. Also Steve Yockey might be my new favourite writer next to the Dabb and Bobo Berens. So, let’s take a closer look at this.

Lily Sunders

First of all, I really like the way this character was portrayed. And that they didn’t made her into a monster, but instead told us her story, her real story, and through that made us understand why she wanted revenge. And it’s a very legitime reason. Which creates a moral dilemma for Sam and Dean here. Because they get it, and if it wasn’t for Cas they might have didn’t intervene and let Lily get her revenge. So their approach is yet again a non-violent one. They try to talk to her, reason with her. After deciding not to kill the soldiers in 12x09 because they were just doing their jobs and Dean solving the Amara-Chuck-conflict in 11x23 through talking, this becomes a theme.

But Cas is their family. And when they met the other angels from Cas’s old flight and he tells them the reason why Lily wants to kill those angels they are painfully reminded of the way Cas used to be. Still, I think the way Sam and Dean cared so obvious about Cas and tried to help him and reason with Lily might be one of the reasons Lily didn’t kill him. She knows through Akobel that not all angels are bad. And speaking of Akobel: he was such a strong Cas parallel. An angel whose mission it was to observe humanity but instead he fell in love with a human. So Lily recognizes the same kind of devoution Akobel had for her with Sam and Dean and knows that Cas must have changed.

I also think that Lily worked as a parallel for Sam. Both believed in angels all their life, but when they finally got in contact with them they soon realized how evil and conflicted they can be. Both are associated with magic - Lily used it to give her strength and youth, Sam is usually the one who comes up with spells. And just when we think, hey Enochian magic sounds cool, we lern it comes with a prize: losing your soul piece after piece. And well, Sam knows a thing or two about losing your soul (and of course Lily lost an eye in the process - they are the windows to the soul after all).

The angels

I’m always so excited when we meet new angels, because we kind of never know what we get (good guy or bad guy?) and we still learn something new from them.

So, let’s talk about Benjamin here. We first see him playing “Rampage”. According to Wikipedia its a play about monsters (who were formerly human) trying to survive against military forces. Sounds familar? Angels are described as monsters in this episode, taking a formerly human vessel, trying to survive on earth. And speaking of vessels: I think this the first time we heard of an angel thinking of its vessel as a friend. (And the way Cas said friend it kind sounded like more than just a friend???) Normaly angels don’t seem to care a lot about their vessel. In seson 9 we saw countless angels taking whatever vessel they could get, even it kille some of the humans. The only other angel who cared about her vessel was Hannah. (And Cas in a way, but since Jimmy was already dead, he tried to redeem himself towards Claire.) Cas also reminds Dean that Benjamin was no woman, but his vessel was, and I think it is fair to assume angels are indeed genderless. But this tells us a lot about Dean, who humanized Cas since the beginning, and always applied a gender to him. (*shippergoogleson* Which makes his attraction to Cas so complicated because he sees Cas as a man, when in fact he isn’t, and not a woman as well, or even human *shippergooglesoff*) Also kudos to the show for showing us Cas in a female vessel.

Back to the game Benjamin was playing: I wondered a bit about this, why an angel would do this/find enterainment in it. But it kinda reminded me of Cas bingewatching Netflix. Maybe it was a way for Benjamin to distract him as well, a mundane game to fill the void an angel without a mission felt.

The other angels (well, mostly Ishim) were there to remind us what Cas has done, his standing among other angels, and to question his loyality and identity. I think Cas wants to seperate his (former) angel family and his new family that he found in the Winchesters. Previously whenever he had to deal with angel business he did it on his own. This time though Sam and Dean come along. And despite what Dean said not because they are worried Cas does something stupid again, but because they are worried. They’ve met enough angels and know how they think of Cas to be suspicious. And after all, whatever Cas’s problem is is theirs as well; they are family.

This of course creates the great conflict of this episode: the question where Cas belongs. Both sides question Cas why he cares about the other. To Ishim humans are beneath him, they are apes. He thinks Cas doesn’t owe Sam and Dean an explanation of what happened or that they should get involved at all. And that whatever bond formed between them weakended Cas (the way Lily weakened him).

Sam and Dean though don’t get why Cas allows Ishim to talk to him like that, calling him weak and fallen. Cas doesn’t care as long as he is able to might save the remaining angels (because of course in true Cas fashion he blames himself for it and in the end is the only one who shows remorse and apologizes). Though I wished Dean would have told Ishim that Cas has indeed a family and home with them, thank you very much.

And then we had some great plot-twist with the nephilim that wasn’t a nephilim after all. It was a good way to bring thi topic back, though it never really left. We start the episode with Dean trying to find new leads on Kelly (and could it be that the powers of her unborn child help her to disappear?), and end with the brothers talking about it. But what the episode did was to bring back the moral dilemma of it. We hear Lily’s story and even in the first fake version we feel pity for her and that her child didn’t deserve to die. And is Kelly’s situation any different? Even though an archangels child is more powerfull, at the end it is like Sam said: a mother and her child. So we either go the route of non violent conflict solving again (though the British MoL will disagree) or the nephilim does something bad enough the Winchesters have no other choice than to kill it. They also talk about the mix of grace and a human soul, and that that is what makes the nephilim so powerfull. We know that both things alone - angelic grace, a human soul - contain a lot of power. Combining both is like a nuclear bomb. But we know that angels leave some of their grace in a human vessel when they leave it (Gadreel did so with Sam) and some fans headcanon Cas left some of his grace in Dean when he rescued him from hell. So does the grace mix with the soul in those instances as well?

But back to Ishim and his obsession for Lily. Though from his side it was love. And that is yet another ongoing theme: false love. We had it in season 11 with Amara confusing her feelings for Chuck with love for Dean, and this season with Rosaleen’s and Lucifer’s false love in 12x07, or the false love of Magda’s mother in 12x04 (and at some point I might write a proper meta about this, because it leads us to the question how real love looks like). If Akobel worked as a mirror for Cas then Ishim does as well, but as a dark mirror. Like I said Ishim thinks his love/obsession for Lily made him weak and thinks the same happens to Cas, when instead Cas tells him his relationship to Sam and Dean made him stronger. Ishim thought of Lily as his human weakness and killed the one person she loved most in the world: her daughter. And he considers Dean to be Cas human weakness and in order to punish Cas he wants to kill Dean. If we see Ishim’s love for Lily as romantic (and I think it was intended as this) it means Ishim thought of Cas’s love for Dean as romantic as well. Also this line:

You know why we’re meant to stay away from them humans? Hmm? It’s not because we’re a danger to them. They’re a danger to us. 

Because humans corrupt. They make angels start to question their orders, their existence. They make angels feel. Not just love, but also pain. Lily broke Ishim’s heart, so he broke hers.

Also, Ishim calls Cas a spanner in the works. Which of course are the exact words Naomi used, so I don’t think this was a coincidence. Did he work for/with Naomi? Lily said he is a big name up in heaven after all.

And at last that abandoned church was one of the most beautiful sets that had lately. And I think it is intersting that Ishim used a church as a safe house. I feel like there might be some connection between churches and angels: the first episode that mentioned angels (2x13) takes place in a church. They first encounter Anna in a church (I think her human father was a deacon). And human!Cas seeked chelter in a church in 9x03. Someone write some meta about this.

The Winchesters

So Mary is hunting again. This gives the show a good excuse why is not around. And the reason she didn’t ask her sons for help is because she might already work for the British MoL and knows they won’t be happy about it.

Also Dean and Cas give each other the silent treatment and Sam is awkwardly stuck in the middle of it. And let me tell you, I loved every single minute of it (especially the moment Dean stormed into the diner like a jealous boyfriend) . This was such a classic example of Anger Born of Worry. For Dean Cas action at the end of 12x09 and his speech are a painfull reminder just how much Cas loves him. And Dean can’t deal with it. Because who is he to deserves such love? To let Cas put himself in such danger just to save him? And what Cas said at the end, that he doesn’t regret his decision even if it costs him his life, made me worried. Because right now Cas really doesn’t care if he lives or not. He cares about the Winchesters and making up for his mistakes. But not about himself.

And Cas reminded us yet again how special he is. He remembered Lily, unlike Benjamin. He killed Ishim after he realized Lily told the truth. And he was the only one to apologize to her, to show remorse, and to leave his fate to her, given her the decision to kill him or not.

And that is the reason she didn’t. Because she realized how much he changed. How special he is among angels. If only he could see himself like this as well.