ital 10


           She looks around to see that along with her and the Beaumonts, Drake and Hana have been thrown from the palace. While Drake and Bertrand storm silently, Maxwell and Hana give her pitiful looks that make her feel broken. Noticing that Maxwell’s phone is still in her hand, she stares down at the screen without really seeing.

           All at once people are calling her name, but she makes no effort to respond. When Drake knocks the phone from her hand and forcefully grabs her shoulders to snap her from her stupor, she glares at him with such intensity that his hands drop back to his sides. She realizes what she’s done and her face drops. The tears she’s tried so valiantly to hold back now flow down her cheeks.

           "I let him down,“ she presses a hand over her mouth to cover her sobbing. "I love him and I let him get hurt.” The others stare at her, unmoving. She wraps her arms around herself tightly, willing her hands to stop shaking, willing her lungs to take in air, willing the pain to go away.

           If I were the woman in the story, I would’ve never let anyone hurt my lover in the first place.

           Liam stands before his people as their new king, unfeeling. The crowd swirls around him, someone takes his arm, somewhere he hears the distant chatter that faithfully follows a scandal. He can’t seem to focus on any one thing; the lights and ballgowns blur together in a light show that only makes him nauseated.

           When his father steps up beside him and claps him on the shoulder, smiling, the spell is broken and Liam forces himself to smile back, the happiness he felt only moments ago slowly slipping away from him while he realizes what he’s just done, what has just changed his life in a way he had never truly imagined.

           All of his subjects offer their congratulations, the people that are meant to be closest to him suffocating him as they press closer and closer until he wants to run from the room. He tries to remind himself that this what was meant for him all along, that he must think about his people no matter how badly he feels his heart is breaking.

           And yet, the only person I’ve been thinking about all night is you.

British Invasion | 10

Overview:In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: Lucas finally finds out about what happened in London that caused The Matthews to move back home. [As always the text in italics are flashbacks.]
Chapter 10: “Oliver & Company.” 
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Word Count: 4,867


Slowly and reluctantly, Riley uncovers her face. She blinks several times before the streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and practically blind her. She sits up, drags her feet off the bed, and rubs her knuckles into her eyes before stretching her arms out above her head and letting out a well needed yawn. She needed a few more hours of nothingness. Not to sleep, but to prepare, to pour her thoughts out onto a page, reorganize, prioritize and pack them back in again. She had a lot to figure out in terms of her feelings and it didn’t help that whenever she closed her eyes only one person came to mind.

As her feet dangled off the bed and hit the hardwood floor she feels a chill in the air. Curious to see what weather she’d be dealing with that day she opens the window and inhales the crisp, cool air.

“Snow!” She hears Auggie yell from his room. Shortly after she can hear the pitter-patter of his little feet hitting the floor as he runs into her room and up to the window she was still standing in front of. “Riley look it’s snowing!” He beamed, standing on his tippy toes to see out further on the street.

“Yeah, I see it Augs.” She smiles, tussling the younger boy’s bouncy head of curls. “First snow of the season.”

“Let’s go to the roof!” He insists, dragging her by the sleeve of her night shirt. She didn’t bother protesting, she knew he’d win out in the end and she’d never say no to an impromptu play in the snow.

Sticking out her tongue like a little child, they both run outside hand-in-hand. Not caring that it was frigid, they ran and twirled, the heavy snowflakes falling faster and faster, almost mimicking their eccentric twirling.

She blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, she adored the snow, more so when it was falling. The street always looked like an unfinished painting. Like so much of the canvas was still perfectly white, as if waiting for the artists hand to return.

“It’s freezing out here.” They hear Topanga say from the door, “Come back inside.”

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Seeing Red

Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 990
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: Italics are flashbacks

Part 10 of Runaway

Negan pushed open the door to the playroom and groaned. “Fuck.” Now he had to hunt your ass down. Hearing Gabby crying, he turned to see her in Justine’s arms. “Where the fuck is Y/N?”

Justine played dumb. “I don’t know. I found Gabby wandering around, crying.”

He held his hands out for her and froze. “Is that fuckin’ blood?”

Negan saw red. Gabby’s face was red from crying, there was blood on her shirt that clearly wasn’t hers, and it seemed Justine had no idea what was going on. Or so she said. Gabby’s little fist gripped his shirt, her other arm going around his neck. “Where’s momma?” He asked her gently. She cried some more and he sighed. “Come on, we’ll go to Daddy’s room.”

Justine’s eyebrows went up. She’d never heard him refer to himself like that, or that gently. She watched as he walked away towards his room. Once he was out of sight, she turned and rushed away.

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Beneath the Moonlight | C.H Part 11

Parts:   1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |  6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10

*Italics means telepathic communication*

Warnings: Violence, blood, death, talk of death


I sit on the ground against the tree, still not able to process what is about to happen. I may not have been with Calum for very long, but I knew that I couldn’t lose him. I especially couldn’t watch him die in front of me. I looked over to Calum and Derek. They were circling each other, their gazes locked. I had to get myself together. Calum was a good fighter, I knew that much, but I had never seen Derek fight before, he could be a good fighter or he could be pretty terrible and Calum would beat him in a matter of seconds. I desperately hoped for the latter.

There was a loud growling then Derek darted at Calum. They were scratching and clawing each other. There was already blood on both of their claws. Calum overpowered Derek, pinning him to the ground and sinking his teeth into his neck. It was bloody and they were thrashing at each other violently. I turned my head, not wanting to see him go in for the kill, even though I knew he had to. My head turned back to the fight when I heard the cracking of bone followed by a growl of pain. My gaze locked on Calum, his rear leg was hanging at a strange angle. He was struggling to stand over Derek. Derek took his opportunity, pushing Calum off him and pinning him down. I winced, my breathing increasing as Derek thrashed at Calum. Derek leaned back, bearing his teeth. Calum’s head tilted, his gaze locked with mine. I could see the emotions in his eyes. They were a mixture of fear and pain, but also love. Worst worst of all, they were apologetic. He was saying goodbye to me.

No. My emotions clouded me. I stood up, moving faster than I ever thought possible. I shifted and launched myself at Derek. I took him by surprise, throwing him off Calum and into the lake. I was surprised at my strength, I put it down to the adrenaline and anger rushing through me. Derek was obviously confused. I took advantage, launching myself at him, I pin him under the water, stopping him from coming up for breath. He thrashes, desperately trying to come up for air. I can hear Calum hobbling around behind me, suddenly I am pushed out of the way, falling in the water with a splash. As I stand up I see Calum’s teeth sunk into Derek’s neck, the water around him quickly turning red. He releases Derek’s limp body and stumbles out of the water, I follow.

When he reached land, he collapsed on his leg. “Why did you push me away?” I ask hesitantly. I had him, he was about to drown. “I won’t let you kill someone, it changes you, I will not put you through that if I can help it” he says. “You shouldn’t have got involved at all” he says quietly, but I still heard it. “Calum, you were going to die” I practically shout. “It was an alpha fight, I told you not to intervene, no matter what” there was frustration in his voice. “So you wanted me to just sit there and watch you die?” I try to shout but my voice is weak, even if it is only in our heads. I couldn’t believe this. Calum nodded his head. It was subtle, but it tipped me over the edge. I shift back to my human form and run my hand through my hair in frustration.  

“You know what Calum?” I said, catching his attention. “You may be content to die and leave me here alone but I’m not going to apologise for saving your life. I have lost everything that ever mattered to me, I couldn’t lose you too” I say, my voice failing me towards the end as my emotions overcome me. I turn away from Calum, leaving him on the ground. I walk into the woods, heading back to the house. “Y/N” he calls out to me. I ignore him and continue walking. “Y/N wait” he tries again, his voice more desperate. When I don’t respond, I hear a growl of pain. I knew he was trying to follow me, he wouldn’t be able to catch up with his broken leg. I didn’t turn to look at him, knowing that if I did, I would stop and turn back. Instead I continue walking, blocking out the sounds of Calum’s pain. It hurt me that he was hurt, but I didn’t want to deal with him right now. I needed to be alone.

I continue walking back to the house. I’m sure Calum will catch up once he heals, which shouldn’t be long. I get back to the house and go inside. I didn’t know what I was going to say to Calum when he eventually got back here. He probably didn’t like that I left him there but I’m sure he’ll get over it. At least I hope he does. I go to the dining room, starving, after not eating anything all day but a mouthful of cereal. “Hey Y/N” Ashton’s cheery voice greets me as I approach the counter. “Hey, can I get some beans on toast please” I sigh as I look at the selection of food on display. Ashton gives me a kind smile before preparing my plate. “Where’s Calum?” he asks as he notices I’m on my own. I shrug. Ashton eyes me suspiciously. It was weird that Calum wasn’t around me. The only time he wasn’t with me was when he had pack business to attend to which, most of the time also involves Ashton, so I understand why he ‘s suspicious. 

I thank him for my food and walk away. I sit myself down at the table in the corner of the room. I eat my beans on toast contently. From the viewpoint of anyone else, I was looking angrily at a table, however I was quite content with my toast. My gaze flickers to the door for a second, just long enough to see Calum limp through the doorway. The limp wasn’t obvious but it was there. Ashton noticed it too and quickly moved round the counter to get to Calum. I shrunk into myself as much as I could to avoid Calum from noticing me. I realised quickly that it was stupid as there were only 5 other people in the room. Ashton started talking to Calum, I see their lips moving but I can’t make out what they’re saying. Both of their gazes suddenly snap to me. I may not have been able to hear them, but I now had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about. Ashton turns and walks out of the room. Calum looks at me for a moment. I couldn’t read the emotions in his eyes, which worried me. Calum turned away from me and followed Ashton. I just sat there staring at the empty doorway.

Part 12  |  Masterlist

yoo, rj here with my first follow forever. so recently i reached a milestone of followers: 1K+ followers! Never did I expect to gain so many followers since I’m a first time tumblr user ((kinda since i had a personal way back)) 

I’m still in shock at how far I’ve come; I’ve been here for almost three months and I’d say it was probably the best decision to spontaneously create a blog for Seventeen. You guys have made my experience amazing so far and I’m thankful for each and every one of you. I’ve made so many friends because of this site and Seventeen. To be honest, this blog is an escape for me ((bc school gives me stress)) and being here really makes me happy. 

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Speak Now One Shot Preview

So I’ve been randomly working on this.. I don’t know if I should continue? It’s a mature one-shot and I didn’t edit it so sorry ahah. 

Let me know what you think???

*Harry’s texts in bold

*Haley in italics 

(10:00) Come see me

(10:10)Where are you?! You are supposed to be my ‘best man’ 

(10:14) I NEED YOU

(10:17) Fuck, best friend freaking out over here

(10:20) Shit, sorry. I’m coming

(10:21) That’s what she said ;)

(10:22) HAHA. not.

(10:22) Just hurry your ass up

You slowly walked up the stairs, nervously biting your lip and moving your hand through you hair, all dressed and ready to go. You had tried your hardest to stay away from him today but he had insisted on seeing you, since you were in fact his ‘best man’.You just wanted today to be over with, the thought of it making your heart beat hard against your chest. You took a deep breath before lightly knocking on his door, standing there trying to steady your breathing. Before you knew it you were pulled into the room quickly, the door being closed fast behind you. You placed your hand over your chest before smacking Harry lightly.

“Harry you scared me!” Laughing you shook your head at him. 

“Sorry love.” When you saw the smirk on his face you rolled your eyes. 

“So what’s up?” 

He looked at you confused and you waited for him to say something. “What do you mean what’s up?” Looking in the mirror he started to fix his suit before moving on to working on his hair. 

“Why did you want to see me?” You asked him, fully confused but also wanting to get this over with so you could leave and sneak off to the bar. Knowing you would only be able to get through this day with a drink in your hand. 

“What do you mean? You’re my best friend and I am about to get married. I need you with me ‘best man.’ Ha. Plus I wanted to know why you’ve been ignoring me all day? So… come on Hales did I do something to upset you? Tell me whats going on.”

Biting your lip, you just stood there contemplating your answer. The truth was you constantly have been trying to find the right words to say to Harry. As his best friend you were supposed to give him some big speech and tell him how proud of him you were but you weren’t. You weren’t happy about this engagement. It was fast and made no sense to you. It also didn’t help that you were head over heels in love with him. It’s supposed to be you. You standing next to him at that alter promising forever and always. 

“Hales? Earth to Hales. You okay babe?”

Shaking your head you sighed, giving him a small smile before walking over to him and taking his tie off just so you could put it back on him but properly. “God what would you do without me?”

“I would probably be in a ditch somewhere.” 

Laughing you slowly pulled his collar back down before smoothing over his tie. Your hand slowly moving down his chest to his stomach and finally your hand stopping at his waist. You looked at your hand before looking up at him. You were standing so close to him, you could feel his hot breath on your face. You pushed yourself closer to him, wanting to feel his body against yours. Slowly your moved your other hand down to his waist before wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight. 


Pushing your face into his chest you mumbled quickly, mad at yourself for even saying the words. “Please don’t marry her.”

“What?” Grabbing your face with his hands, he made you look at him. Wincing when he saw tears move down your cheeks slowly. “What is all this? What’s wrong?”

“Please don’t marry her.” You looked him straight in the eyes, waiting to see how he would react to what you had just said. 

“Why are you saying this and now out of all times?”

You pushed Harry back so he fell onto the chair the was behind him, immediately straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You could tell he was shocked and didn’t know what to do, his hands weren’t touching you and his breathing began to quicken. 

“I want you Harry. I’ve always wanted you.” Grabbing his right hand you placed it over your heart before grabbing his left hand and bringing it down to in between your legs. “You feel what you do to me Harry?” Bringing your lips to his neck, you placed kisses all the way up to his ear before lightly nipping it. “Do you feel my heart beating hard against my chest? Do you feel how wet you make me baby? All you, you do this to me.” 

Groaning he threw his head and breathed out through his nose hard. “Jesus Hales.” 

“Fuck me Harry. Make love to me and just be with me. This is supposed to be us and I know you know it. I also know I’m being selfish right now but I can’t let you do this. At least not without you knowing how I feel.” 

He closed his eyes before opening them again and staring at you hard. “You’re gonna pay for this babe.” Moving his hands so he could grip your ass, he pulled you closer to him and instantly rolling your hips against him. 

“Oh God.” You whimpered out. 

“You think you can just say those things and expect no consequences? Hmm? This is my wedding day Hales and you are my best friend. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not, but baby when I’m done with you, you will be.”


The writer’s caravan, begun by viperslang

1. Why write?
I write for the same reason anyone creates anything: to get laid. Unsurprisingly, I also have masochistic tendencies.

2. Aesthetic:
15% efficiency, 25% storytelling, 8% hubris, 72% truth, 41% whimsy, 10% shenanigans, 14% snark, 2% italics, 10% fuck, 0% math.

3. Process:
I do crosswords in pen.

4. The moment right now
just passed.

5. Shortcomings:

6. A writer is
playing hide-and-seek with infinity; preserving romance in unromantic things.

I’d like to invite the following writers to join: raisethecurve, a-new-american-classic, hookersorcake, gibsongrand, soulbites