let me tell you about this golden boy who lost everything

Far too young to die

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, i listened to soooo many sad songs while writing this and idek how many times i watched my baby Jeff’s death scene and cried. Two of my friends read this and they cried. WE NEED TO PROTECT MY BABY, HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS CRUEL WORLD

PLAYLIST

  • Saturn - Sleeping at last
  • If I die young - The band perry (iconic song in my opinion)
  • My immortal - Evanescence
  • People help the people - Birdy
  • Moments - One Direction 
  • The whole playlist for 13rw


Jeff’s POV

It was never supposed to happen this way. It should have been me! If that stupid stop sign wasn’t down and if I wasn’t drunk maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way.

*flashback* Y/N POV

As you got ready for the first party of the year, settling on a black romper and flats, you get a text from Jeff.

”be there by 20:30 x”

As you finished doing your hair, you heard your parents and who you presumed to be Jeff. As you walked into the kitchen it was as if he could sense your presence because he turned to you and flashed you a smile that was reserved only for you. You stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. The drive to Jessica’s house was in a comfortable silence, with you humming to the tune of whatever song was on the radio and Jeff focusing on the road and having his hand resting on your leg.

You both stayed together for the duration of the party, as usual. You decided it was best that you not drink seeing that Jeff decided to play beer pong and someone will have to be the designated driver. You saw Clay and Hannah together and it looked like things were going well. Anyone could see that they liked each other if you paid enough attention. It seemed like the two were just waiting for the other to make the first move. Jeff was really doing a good deed by helping Clay, and from what you’ve heard, Hannah deserves happiness after everything the people at this school has put her through.

It was getting late, so you decided it be best that you and Jeff leave before he gets too drunk, knowing that he will regret it tomorrow morning. As you drove, Jeff filled the silence, “We should go for breakfast tomorrow”, he spoke. You smiled at him, “How about lunch? I don’t think your hangover is going to let you leave bed before 10″, you looked at him and laughed. But you were cut short by the sound of screeching tyres and crash, and everything suddenly went black.

You could hear a voice scream your name, no wait two voices. “y/n wake up, baby please just move, open your eyes. Do something so i know you’re okay please.” Jeff. “Jeff we have to get you out!” said the second voice. “NO! She needs to be okay Clay!” Clay, it’s Clay. You tried, you really tried to move but it was like you were stuck in cement. You wanted to just wrap your arms around Jeff and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s when you heard the sirens, the ambulance, Jeff still calling out your name. It pained you to hear him call and you not being able to do anything. It all sounded so distant, it sounded like it was happening miles away from the place you were. But what you heard next didn’t feel distant, it felt like it was being screamed into your ear. “Driver, female, late teens, time of death: 00:26.″

*present* Jeff’s POV

It’s been three days. Three days since I lost her. As I walk into school, everyone looks at me with sympathy and there’s road safety posters plastered everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me? “follow the rules of the road”, “road safety isn’t a joke.” Maybe if the fucking stop sign was up she would still be here. 

“Jeff, wait up”

“Clay, uh-hi”

“I’m not gonna ask how you’re holding up, but you’re my friend and I need to know if you’re gonna be okay at school.”

“I don’t know anymore, there was this part of me hoping she would be there waiting at my locker like she usually does, standing there with open arms ready to tell me it was all a nightmare and that she wouldn’t leave me.”

“Hey listen, everything becomes too much, just tell me and we can put our lessons on hold.”

“No, no don’t do that. She believed in me Clay, she always believed I would would get my grades up and play again and I can at least do that for her.”

“Jeff you know I’m always gonna be here okay? Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, just talk to me okay?”

“yeah thanks Clay”

*2 months later*

She would be proud, y/n would be proud. I got my grades up and coach is going to let me play again. I just wish she was her to see this. “And now stepping up to the plate, Liberty High’s golden boy has returned, Jeff Atkins!”

As I walked onto the field I felt like everything was coming together. I took my position, ready to use all my built up anger and frustration and hit the ball. That’s when I heard it, I looked into the crowd to see where that voice came from but no one was there. I shook it off and got into position again, then there she was, the biggest smile and cheering me on from “her spot” in the crowd and i froze, the bat falling to my feet as i stood there staring at the place she would always stand during my games.

“Jeff! hey man what happened? you good?” someone said as they placed their hand on my shoulder, forcing me to move my gaze from the crowd. “She was there, I heard her voice and I thought I saw her Justin.” “Jeff she’s not there, I’m sorry.” “She was always at my games, she wouldn’t miss any of them. She was my lucky charm.” “Jeff there’s something you need to know about the night of the accident. I-uh Hannah said something after she died, but I can’t say anything. Sheri is the only one who can tell you what really happened that night….”


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Mr. Hemmings

You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

Words: 7.6k 

Request: No

Rating: R [A BIT OF SUB SPACE AND JUST A TAD BIT OF A PAIN KINK, ALONG WITH LUKE BEING VERY DOMINATE]

A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;) 

part one


Of course the room fell completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock, but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a stone cold glare and a fake smile.

You let your arms slump to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit on your knees.

“Before I say anything that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions, his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his now overanalyzing questions.

“Are you happy with what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get rid of a bit of a tangled mess.

“Do you not want me to be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.

“First off, it’s not about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.

“Actually remember that one time where-“

“That was years ago.”

“Actually six months!”

“But she wasn’t a parent who was battling custody for their child.”

You let a groan slip out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce around under your weight.

“Stop acting like a child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.

“Michael it’s not that serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.

“Uh… Yeah it is? You had sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan and look up towards your ceiling.

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✰ * º ❛ lovely little lonely ask meme ❜

‘  here’s to now and nothing else.  ’
‘  in this moment, i could die with you.  ’
‘  never felt like this before.  ’
‘  dizzy, drunk, and beautiful.  ’
‘  here’s to all this culture’s rules and your pretty things.  ’
‘  how dirty, wild, and juvenile.  ’
‘  we ain’t got no time for what tomorrow brings.  ’
‘  i never wanna be a distraction.  ’
‘  i feel okay all over, void of all composure.  ’
‘  i like the lips you kiss with.  ’
‘  your lips are bad behavior and i’m in danger.  ’
‘  i don’t have time for your feelings.  ’
‘  you’re insecure, but don’t be.  ’
‘  say soft, but don’t be gentle.  ’
‘  it’s altogether mental.  ’
‘  let’s go to a place where we can forget.  ’
‘  leaving’s overrated.  ’
‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses.  ’
‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses, but adore you like the roses.  ’
‘  you’re bad for me.  ’
‘  i’m a lush, i know you notice  ’
‘  what would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to?  ’
‘  you flash like a setting sun.  ’
‘  you come around, i come undone.  ’
‘  can’t find the sound under my tongue when i look at you.  ’
‘  i lose my voice when i look at you,  ’
‘  just another lovesick afternoon.  ’
‘  just yesterday, i couldn’t help but think of you.  ’
‘  you come around, i lose my brain.  ’
‘  i’ve been searching for the right words, but i can’t even find an echo.  ’
‘  don’t you let go.  ’
‘  there are only twenty-six letters i can use just to tell you i won’t let go.  ’
‘  you told me we were only two punch drunk souls tangled in the wind.  ’
‘  is the sadness everlasting?  ’
‘  it creeps on in to the calmness of yourself.  ’
‘  it creeps on in until it hurts like hell.  ’
‘  you know i never knew how much i was getting into.  ’
‘  i can’t say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry.  ’
‘  babe, you’ll never be lonely.  ’
‘  don’t you understand? you’ll never be alone again.  ’
‘  do you remember the days we were golden?  ’
‘  for worse or for better.  ’
‘  we said forever, forever ago.  ’
‘  do you remember?  ’
‘  lets leave the lonesome heat behind for better weather.  ’
‘  always just where you are, not where you’ll always be.  ’
‘  so, wherever you are in the world, i want you to be there and only there.  ’
‘  please know that life would be shit without you.   ’
‘  i feel all sorts of good just thinking about you.  ’
‘  i genuinely hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if you have to find it alone.  ’
‘  let’s take our time while it’s still ours to take ‘cause some things hardly change, but nothing ever stays the same.  ’
‘  let’s fall back in love.  ’
‘  let’s fall back in love with the world and who we are.  ’
‘  let’s do the things we never talked about, but never did before.  ’
‘  darling, don’t blink because you will.  ’
‘  and when you open up your eyes again, you may not recognize a friend.  ’
‘  it may be bittersweet ‘cause we’re no longer seventeen, but we’re still young.  ’
‘  dance with me in naivety and follow endlessly the sound of reverie.  ’
‘  the past is in the rear view and the future holds no weight.  ’
‘  we’ve got a lot, but what do we got to lose?  ’
‘  i’m losing track of time.  ’
‘  forget the hearts and all the flowers.  ’
‘  it’s tough to be anything these days, but i think i love time the most when i’m with you.  ’
‘  the truth doesn’t mean a thing.  ’
‘  don’t you get lost in the nostalgia.  ’
‘  it’s not too late.  ’
‘  the only thing i’m really sure of, i’m unsure of almost everything.  ’
‘  i’m looking up and looking forward.  ’
‘  there’s nothing back there for you or me.  ’
‘  so you say you are broken, beaten, used and mistreated. tired, shattered, bruised and battered.  ’
‘  i only wanna talk to you.  ’
‘  you see, yesterday i said tomorrow. i learned today tomorrow can’t be saved.  ’
‘  the less you know, the more.  ’
‘  i will speak in cursive about the way it was when days were young.  ’
‘  now the clock talks so loud, articulate and perfect, about the way it is.  ’
‘  we ain’t kids.  ’
‘  and did you know, i only wanna talk to you?  ’
‘  i remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again.  ’
‘  and the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found.  ’
‘  but then it all turned around.  ’
‘  dearly depressed and broken hearted…  ’
‘  i’d like to let you know that boys cry too.  ’
‘  don’t let them tell you how you’re feeling.  ’
‘  i wonder why nobody is asking you.  ’
‘  are you free or are you in sorrow?  ’
‘  are you free or are you being borrowed?  ’
‘  how do you feel?  ’
‘  what’s your condition?  ’
‘  you are alive, but are you living?  ’
‘  give me your voice and i’ll give it a listen.  ’
‘  are you complete or is something missing?  ’
‘  so tell me, do your hands shake? does your heart break?  ’
‘  whatever it is – whatever it isn’t – make sure that it’s real.  ’
‘  you’re not alone in how you’re feeling.  ’
‘  make sure it’s real, real, real.  ’

Kaneki Ken, a butterfly story and the latest wheel of fortune

When I first starting reading Tokyo Ghoul (almost 6 years ago lol), there were 2 characters I thoughts were associated with “Butterflies” : Touka and Hinami.

Why Touka: the 1st butterfly in the series is seen with Touka. Later in TG:re calendar, she is depicted as a moth.

Why Hinami: Hina’s introduction as a Chimera with kagunes shaped like butterfly wings. Plus, the child became a strong link between Ken and Touka, with them almost co-parenting the girl. She also helped in proving to Kaneki that not all ghouls are monsters but can be victims too. The young girl also showed to Touka that hatred and revenge weren’t the only answers to loss.

Originally posted by mysterythetherian


However, later arcs in TG:re forced me to give up on that theory and see the larger picture. Before turning into a centipede, Kaneki was on a journey to become a butterfly.

Hence why I never could finish the insects/arachnids/arthropods theory HERE regarding TG 2015 calendar (sorry).

Kaneki Ken, first steps in to a new world

The panel mentioned above, when taking into context, is in direct parallel to what was going on inside Anteiku in TG #09.

In this chapter, after Touka rescued Hide and Kaneki (yet again), Yoshimura is talking to the half-ghoul about him belonging to two worlds instead of none. The old man also spoke about his hope that, by staying at Anteiku and living this dual life, Ken would see for himself whether ghouls are nothing more the monsters they are depicted as. Queue to Mr.Butterfly slowly approaching a beaten up Touka before resting on her finger.

Interestingly, Chapter 9 is titled “Hatching” (coming out of one’s egg), possibly in reference to Kaneki facing the reality of being a ghoul, in addition to his journey as the “Goat’s Egg”. People don’t decide to be conceived/to be born: someone birth them while they’re passive in this situation, with only variables like hormones making it happen.

Some Butterfly Symbolic around the world and through time

Positive: young women’s availability for marriage; “you’ll receive money”; “a loved one will visit you soon”; love; conjugal bliss and joy, peace, harmony, life

Neutral: soul, mind, fire, reincarnation of dead soldiers, rebirth, transformation, change, transitory nature of happiness, circle of life.

Negative: soul of dead children, bad omen, death, spirit of the dead, sickness, warfare.

If Kaneki is symbolised as a Butterfly, then the panel in TG #09 is literally Ken tentatively approaching the ghoul world and getting to know his ghoul self.

After the chrysalid phase, the newly born butterfly enters a new world (it can fly now). From then on, a butterfly needs to find sustenance and a mate to pass on the genes like most animals (I say most because some animals such as jellyfishes, female Aphids and female Komodo Dragons, to name a few, can CLONE themselves when no mate is available).

By working at Anteiku, interacting with ghouls and even doves, Kaneki started to make his own opinion of this new world. It’s a grey environment rather than the dichotomic world of good (humans) versus evil (ghoul) he first thought of. The reality even made Kaneki break down yet again, after the murder of Mrs. Fueguchi.

Kaneki was slowly finding his bearing even if he still considered himself a monster and was slowly cutting himself from Hide (le sigh…).

Then, Yamori arrived and the butterfly had its wings clipped off repeatedly, chained to the floor, until pain and anger turned it into a centipede.

For some time, this new creature dwelled into the darkest part of the ghoul world. Chinese red-head centipedes lived in dark damp places and feed on whatever it can grab. Ironically enough, they are not really aggressive to other centipedes.

This period of Shironeki loneliness was the time when Ken was lost and didn’t even realise/accept that he was searching for home.

Kaneki chose to surround himself with people who wouldn’t go against his quest, however they would feel about it. Consciously or not, Ken also chose not to bring anyone linking him to the human world. Banjou & Co were from Aogiri, Hinami didn’t know about Hide and was an orphaned ghoul without much knowledge of the human world, Tsukiyama was ghoul who embraced their own predatory nature and appetite as an art with no concern for humans. There is no way Kaneki would have brought Nishiki (because Nishio knew Hide and was now part of Anteiku with a human lover) or Touka (who knew of Ken’s link to Hide and, as confirmed recently by Kaneki, because he wanted to protect her and her peaceful life).

We all know how well this ended for everyone…

In TG:re, Kaneki Ken was announced to come back as a butterfly. Ken, with his restored memories and his status as a lone / lost centipede still lingering.

In :RE #63, Shinigami!Ken is showed next Eto at the press conference where the writer trolled everyone by coming out as a ghoul. Right before that: a butterfly slightly similar to the one back in TG #09, is seen flying above/next to Touka.


Further in the story, on death’s door, Arima envisioned his younger self freeing a butterfly from his grasp. Most of the fandom agrees to see the butterfly as Kaneki Ken (or Sasaki Haise). To me, it also meant that Arima freed the creature that he had kept captive and/or protected : Kishou was the one who subdued Kaneki Ken back in V14; he helped in creating Sasaki Haise and the dreamworld (golden cage) the younger man lived into for a few years. Arima helped in rebooting the story of Butterfly!Ken by giving him a way to escape his physical prison (leaving Cochlea with the help of Squad Zero) and a goal to tempered Ken’s own wish to die (temporary Band-Aid known as “my final wish” trope aka Ken became the OEK to fulfill his Father and Mother’s last request).

RANDOM FACT: Interestingly, in Gnostic art, the angel of death is depicted crushing a butterfly underfoot, either because the butterfly symbolises Life or the Corrupted Flesh. Maybe Ishida used this as a reference when Arima, god of death, freeing Butterflyneki ?

Now that Kaneki had his wings back, the journey has :restarted.

A butterfly is flying around to search for subsistence and for a mate to keep the genes going. It’s searching for a flower.

Guess who has been depicted with flowers?….Yep, Kirishima Touka.

Apart from the numerous illustrations Ishida has bestowed to the fandom, one of the “in your face” panels appeared in TG:re 16 when Saiko and Shirazu saw Touka with a bouquet in her hands, strolling the hospital. The reason of her being at the hospital is still unknown, I hope Ishida will get back to that later.

(Yes, that’s Touka’s bra 😉 )

RANDOM FACT 2: Butterflies have six lets and they each have sensors on them that can tell just by landing on a flower what it tastes like. So now you know why my boi Kaneki was groping them titties like no tomorrow !  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

A panel of Ishida “Did I stutter?!” Sui would be the colour page from TG:re 122.

Everything is there: Touka, death flag, flowers, le innuendo “Bloom me a flower of my own / Place your order, My only flower” (depending on the translation)…EVERYTHING !

In a way, B-fly Kaneki has found a flower to lean on.

For a butterfly, flowers are sustenance (nectar), home (some would stay around the same bunch of flowers, meet their mate and lay their eggs). Flowers can also be a butterfly’s last resting place. Indeed, since butterflies are short-living animals (less then a year if no hibernation), it’s not unusual for them to die around flowers since drinking is the only thing they do when they’re not looking for a mate, flying towards another flower, escaping a predator, etc.

On the other hand, most plants need insects like butterflies to help in the pollination. For many plants, no wind or animals => no pollination => NO FRUITS aka new life. It means death in the long run…

I don’t know if this means a potential Touken child. While no protection was present in RE125, Kaneki’s fertility as an artificial OEG has yet to be confirmed HOWEVER…

RANDOM FACT 3: Sodium as well as many other minerals is vital for the butterflies reproduction. With all the sweat and tears the couple got on Chapter #125, plus all the salt from some parts of the fandom…Touka might get pregnant with twins 😂 ! Ahem.

The current arc low key should be called :RE Touken Arc shows some of Kaneki and Touka’s mutual feelings and fears for the other. They are two very clumsy, insecure and fearful kids who cared a lot about each other, about their safety, wellbeing, happiness, stability, etc. Circumstances and their own short coming kept them apart for years up until now. In :RE 122, Touka confessed her feelings to Kaneki and my boi Ken was also completely exposed by Haise, sip sip.

The latest chapter, TG:re 125 titled X, went back with the butterfly parallels.

The first page is a resting butterfly seen through some window (?). One similar to all the butterflies in the series, showing some form of continuity.


The final panel shows Kaneki in his now infamous foetal position. Touka is watching over him as he sleeps, resting with his head on her lap.

Many fans have spotted the Tarot numbers 6 and/or 19 from the get-go so I won’t elaborate on them (why can I never see those numbers as quickly as they do, sheesh!). What kept my attention was the shape of the sheets around Kaneki.

They’re shaped like a wing !

>> me reaching towards the symbolism and beyond!!…but maybe not  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 The circle seems to be closed, at last. The lost butterfly finally found its flower.

Now, will the flower bear fruits? Like butterflies, flowers don’t live long: they “die” once the pollination is successful and a fruit/seed on its way to be created.

Will Touka be Kaneki’s last resting place?

Only Ishida-sensei knows…

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The Tarot number I did see was in the title: X, the Wheel of Fortune (10).

If I’ve got enough time and it’s not already done, I might post something on this:

        A- Tarot Card X : the Wheel of Fortune (10) and the possible meanings for the chapter

        B- The tarot card and its links to Touka, Kaneki and their relationship and the opposite combination (example: [X & II] and [II & X]) =>

1/ Wheel of Fortune and Touka, the High priestess

2/ Wheel of Fortune and Ken, the Hanged Man

3/ Wheel of Fortune and the Lovers aka Touken

4/ Wheel of Fortune and the SUN


What a time to be alive !

NOTE 21.05.2017: I double-checked the words for this post and I would say that Kaneki would be a MOTH rather than a Butterfly. I didn’t make the difference mostly because I didn’t realise that english speakers have very different words for these insects (in French, a moth = un papillon de nuit, while a butterfly = un papillon de jour…) Sorry…   Moths and Butterflies were lepidoterans formely separated into opposite sub-species ( Heterocera and Rhopalocera). Now the distinction is a little obsolete.

Still, in culture and through time, moths have been viewed as ugly and negative (in opposition to Butterflies). Many of the “negative symols” of Butterflies are also found for Moths, especially Death. Yay ! With the Reverse Tower of Doom, Reverse Sun of bittersweetness and a possible Wheel of Fortune…What kind of tragedy will befall onto Touka, Kaneki (and maybe their hypothetic unborn child) ?

Hi, here’s me trying to write Drarry

“au where harry james potter has a youtube channel in which he tells story times about himself and shit that happens with him and bam one day he and Draco Beauty Guru Malfoy collaborate: Harry tells a story time while Draco does his make up”- @saintdrarry

Harry James Potter started his youtube channel at the age of 18, when he moved out of the Dursley’s and into an old London mansion he inherited from his late godfather.

  • He goes to uni for European History (he wants to be a professor because he’s a neeeeerd) .
  • His first video- “Welcome to this Grim-old Place!”
  • Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny are constantly in his “daily” vlogs
    • Tbh he’s shit at being daily, it’s mainly when he can be bothered to go outside
  • He loves to walk around the city with his dogs, Hedwig (a Samoyed), and Padfoot (a Great Dane-also called a boarhound)
  • Often, they go to a small bookshop owned by Xenophilius Lovegood (who always lets animals in) and read for hours
  • He likes to put glasses on his dogs while the lay down and drool over “doggy books” (chew toys in the shape of books) and Instagram it
  • He likes to walk around the house and make up stories about the Blacks, and then ends them all by looking at the camera, very seriously, and saying, “Their ghosts will murder me in my sleep, I’m Sirius, goodnight.”

  • Often, though, he just makes videos at the end of the day telling about his life.
  • His best videos are the drunk ones at all the youtube parties-or the ones when he’s home alone
    • An excerpt from one such video, where he is sitting on a desk chair backwards-”you guys, i gotta be honest with you. Boys are hot as fucK
      • He fell off the chair during that last word
  • The channel gains popularity, and he has like 4 million subs by the time he turns 20
  • His most watched video (with like 15 mil views!!) is “My Coming Out Story
    • The Thumbnail is of him and Ginny sitting on his bed
    • The description is, “Hi im not gay. Im not straight. Im certainly not dating Ginny. Yes, I used to. No, I don’t have an s/o atm.
    • Luna pops up about 30 seconds in, kisses Ginny for 10 seconds while Harry very awkwardly looks at the camera, and then leaves with Ginny.
    • Newsflash: he’s bi af.
  • His second most watched video is about his mum and dad, and everyone cries watching it.
    • They died protecting him in an attempted robbery from a gang when he was very little
    • He also talks about Sirius and Remus
    • Sirius died by being killed by a gang member (after spending 12 years in prison for “being one”
    • Remus died from Cancer
  • Another video is where Luna, Ginny, and Hermione do his hair and choose his wardrobe for a daily vlog
    • He lost a bet
    • His hair is long, so Hermione puts it in a french braid and ties it up in a messy bun
    • They then spend a few minutes talking about how Hermione’s coarse hair has a different care process
    • Ginny chooses an orange button up shirt and faded dungarees for the outfit
    • Luna just elects to put glitter/stick-on jewels on Harry’s face because, she says, it will really pop on his dark skin
  • After that video they film a vlog in which they go to the London Zoo, which is quite near Grimmauld Place
  • Harry really likes the glitter, so he searched Youtube for makeup tutorials and found the one, the only, Draco Malfoy
  • While watching his videos, Harry always notices how clean his workspace was
    • Harry’s house was constantly a mess, but he always cleaned on Sundays-he really did!
  • Also, Malfoy was cold, hardly ever expressing emotion
  • He was brutally honest and loved a challenge
    • Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson (two other beauty gurus) often pop up in his videos
  • Malfoy has one video up about the racist comments he receives for his friends being, well, not white
    • He rants for 15 minutes about how real MUA’s should be able to do makeup on all people, not just white people
  • Apparently, Malfoy has his own line of makeup, called, of course, “Malfoy”
  • All of his videos were makeup related, but his other social media (what no, Harry didn’t stalk) shows his normal life-perfectly pristine and flawless in every way, with a hint of crude humor on Tumblr
  • He was never seen in public without a full face of makeup; his eyeliner could cut a bitch.
  • He didn’t have any pets, but his parents owned an estate with peacocks and horses
    • Draco had a Friesian called Atticus (After Atticus Finch, of course)
    • Anyways, Draco lives in London as well and goes to uni for English
  • One day, Harry emails Draco asking if he wants to collab.
    • This was after weeks of obsessing and multiple friends yelling at him to “just find the boy and snog him”
  • Technically, Ron and Hermione wrote and sent the email
  • When Draco reads it, his heart stops
    • Wow who knew that Draco had been low-key obsessed with Harry the whole time?
    • I did. I’m the author
    • Also, you did. This is a cliche and I am loVING IT
    • Anyways, back to the story.
  • He immediately calls Pansy and yells at her to go to his flat
    • They spend 20 minutes crafting the perfect respons
  • 3 days later, a bare-faced Draco Lucius Malfoy shows up on Harry James Potter’s front doorstep. 
  • He steps in, and Harry offers a cuppa
  • He accepts, and they talk for almost two hours before starting to film.
  • Draco sets up his makeup and hair stuff on a desk next to the camera, and has Harry sit down on a stool opposite his own
  • Harry decides he’s going to talk about his godson, Teddy, and tells Draco so
  • Draco just stares at Harry for about two minutes before bursting out laughing and informing Harry that Teddy is his cousin
  • Eventually, they start filming.
  • Draco decided a long time ago that Harry would be golden, and makes him up that way-from bright eyelids to shiny cheekbones
    • His lips were a matte brown nude with a shimmer on them
  • In the meantime, Harry chattered on about his bus ride with Teddy and how the kid’s hair was bright red, and it almost seemed pink in the sun
  • When they were done, Harry saw how he looked and gasped
    • “Don’t you dare cry, Potter, you’ll ruin everything”
  • After they turned off the camera, Harry worked up the courage to ask Draco out
  • Draco, of course, said yes, and kissed Harry softly on the mouth
    • “Oi, you’ll mess up my makeup” “The lipstick is special, it’s made to stay on. Anyways, I can always do it again.”

They then lived happily ever after goodnight.

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I just got done reading These Shallow Graves by Jennifer Donnelly (It was super great btw) and it inspired me to do a Solangelo victorian AU where Nico is the son of a wealthy business man and Will is their newly hired gardner. I’m debating whether or not I should continue it…

“More tea for you, Mr. Di Angelo,” a maid said as she placed a fresh cup in front of Nico. Nico thanked her and watched her disappear into the other room; how he wished he could follow her. 

He had been sitting with his mother and step sister for the past hour, listening to Drew Tanaka, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, gossip about fellow members of New York City’s elite. Hazel and Mrs. Di Angelo took great interest in the conversation. Their eyes would widen at certain comments, and they would let out disbelieving gasps at others. 

Nico, however, could name a million other activities he’d rather be doing. Ever since his eighteenth birthday earlier that year, his parents had insisted that he find a wife. But, despite the fact that they had invited every girl in the city into their home, Nico felt no connection to any of them. While they were kind and intelligent girls, Nico could not find the attachment needed to build a successful marriage. 

 He sighed and sipped his tea. The voices of the three women around him faded to dull background noise as he allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts. 

Nico felt guilty for not liking any of the girls. He knew his parents wanted him to find someone he could settle down with, someone who could give him companionship throughout his life. A soggy feeling settled in his stomach him every time he admitted to his parents that he had yet to find the right person.

Unable to stand the dreadful event any longer, Nico cleared his throat. His mother looked at him and frowned. “Yes, Nico?”

“I’m not feeling well all of a sudden. Would it be alright if I stepped out into the garden for a bit of fresh air?” he asked. 

“Of course, dear,” Mrs. Di Angelo replied. She returned to her conversation while Nico stood from the table and made his way out the back door. 

The warm spring air was a stark contrast from the stuffy atmosphere of the drawing room. Nico took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves before taking a seat on a stone bench nearby. The garden was always one of Nico’s favorite places. He felt hidden among the lush bushes of lavender and manicured hedges. A fountain burbled merrily at the center of the garden, while birds sang from the treetops. The scent of gardenias perfumed the air. 

As he was taking in the scenery, his eyes suddenly fell upon an unfamiliar face tending the roses that climbed the garden walls. It was a boy who looked about his age with tan skin spotted with freckles, and a mop of golden curls that fell into his dark blue eyes. His face and clothes were caked in dirt, and several leaves were caught in his hair. 

Suddenly, the boy noticed Nico and stumbled to his feet. “Pardon me, Mr. Di Angelo, I was just finishing up,” he said. 

Nico’s face colored at the sudden attention. “No, no, it’s my fault for interrupting you. I just came to get a breath of fresh air.”

“Shouldn’t you be having tea with Ms. Tanaka today?” the boy asked. 

Nico sighed, “Yes, I just needed a bit of a break. I hate those gatherings.” His eyes grew to the size of saucers at the realization of what he had said. “Of course, don’t tell my parents that,” he added hastily.

The boy laughed and sat down beside him. Nico’s heart skipped a beat at the proximity. He was close enough now that Nico could count the freckles on his face. 

“You know, most men would love to be in your situation right now,” the boy pointed out. 

“I suppose so,” Nico muttered. 

“You don’t enjoy them?” the boy said. 

Nico shook his head. “They are nice girls, but I don’t care for them. Not enough to marry them, at least.”

The boy shifted awkwardly, “I’ve never been much of a fan of women myself,” he admitted. Nico gaped at him. Had he really just said what he thought he said? 

“Shit,” the boy cursed. He averted his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t really like girls either. I’m not sure I want my parents to know that, though,” Nico replied. 

 A mischievous flicker appeared in the boy’s eyes. “There seem to be lots of things you don’t want your parents to know, yet you tell me,” he remarked. 

 Nico rolled his eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

The boy chuckled, “Do you tell all your staff about the the secrets you keep from your parents?”

“You know, for someone who looks so charming, you have a gift for being annoying Mr…” Nico’s voice trailed off. He realized he did not know the boy’s name.

“Solace. Will Solace,” the boy-Will-said. 

 “Well then, Will, you are certainly talented at getting under my skin,” Nico finished. 

 Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone pounding on the door that lead into the garden. “Nico!” Hazel called. “Nico, is everything alright? You’ve been gone an awfully long time!”

“One moment, Hazel!” Nico shouted. He turned to face Will, “I have to go before my mother starts to worry.”

“Of course. Duty calls,” Will replied. 

They fell into an awkward silence. “Can I see you again?” Will said suddenly. Nico stared at him in shock. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest. Will sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind, it was improper of me to-”

Nico cut him off, “I would love to.”

The corners of Will’s mouth lifted into a smile, “Okay, then. How about tonight, around ten? I can meet you in the same place.” 

It was an effort for Nico to fight the blush that threatened to overwhelm his face. “That sounds perfect,” he answered. With one last goodbye to Will, Nico made his way across the garden and disappeared into the house.

Catch Me (Day 7)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

@avengerstories​ - thank you for editing this you queen :)

Day 6

Originally posted by musicfixyou

“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

“What is it this time?”

“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”

“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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I Need My Girl Ch. 1 | Roomates AU

Her is the first chapter of a new fic I’m writing. It’s a slow burn roomates au with eventual smut and a whole lot of fluff. Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together in NYC and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. What could go wrong? Here it goes.

Words: 1580

Warnings: Smut down the road and some pining. Things about to happen man. This might make you cry.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

 I don’t want your body  
 But I hate to think about you with somebody else  
 Our love has gone cold  
 You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

 The 1975


They told each other everything, ever since they were little kids, everything except the fact that they both have had a thing for each other ever since each could remember.

But Betty had commitment issues and was never going to give up the one person who mattered the most. She didn’t believe in falling in love, at least romantically. She invited both boys and girls into her bed, but she always had them leave in the morning.

She didn’t even believe she was capable of that kind of love, she cared, so much, but never in that way for anyone. She felt as if every person she ever talked to, or kissed was just destined to fade away or for her to become uninterested.

Jughead was the only one she ever kept for herself.

He always belonged to her, over their 2 am conversations, over when her mom kicked her out in high school, and even when she went college in another state. He was always there for her; there was an understanding between them. He was hers.

Jughead, truthfully was always waiting for Betty to wake up and change her mind. As he saw each girl and boy enter and exit out the doors, he wondered whether she’d ever get over it.

Loving her was never for the sake of pining or wanting to get laid.

It was more than that.

He hated seeing her push away everyone. Yet she never pushed him away. He was always there to pick up the popcorn and turn on the movie so she wouldn’t have to talk about it. But all he wanted was to talk about it. The elephant in the room was holding over his head ever since high school.

But he loved her, and he knew she didn’t want that, she’s never wanted anything-long term.

He just couldn’t tell whether it was because she didn’t have it in her or that she just couldn’t connect.

Her parents fucked her up for sure, but so did his. They were both royally fucked up, overbearing mothers and alcoholic dads weren’t a piece of cake. Maybe they were both too fucked up for each other he thought.


Betty shrugged on her leather jacket as she grabbed her keys to her red Camaro, just about the walk out the door.

“Hey, where are you going Blondie? I thought we had a movie date tonight.” Jughead asked, as Betty was half way through the door. Betty’s head proceeded to slump over a bit as she closed her eyes. She had forgotten he thought.

“Jughead, I’m sorry but Ronnie just called and…” She said in a panicked tone, trailing off.

“And you have fuck date with her.” Jughead stated, eyes empty holding his stare. Her green eyes flitted out of his view, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, but you know like c’mon, a girl’s gotta get some!” Betty insisted as she tried to close the door behind her.

“Yeah, I mean… yeah! Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” Jughead stated as he forced a fake smile. It was getting harder to fake it, but yet again there he was watching her smile as she ran out the door.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who would be free at such late notice.

“Hey Archie, up for a movie night? My microwave has some popcorn with your name on it.” Jughead said into the tone trying to sound sincere. He heard Archie laugh over the phone.

“Betty ditch you again?” Archie asked already knowing the answer. Every time Betty bailed on him Archie was always the one Jughead would go to. Trying to explain 25 years of love and complications to someone new sounded like hell for Jughead, and truly Archie was the only one who fully understood the situation. Archie was the only one who knew Jughead’s secret sad affair. An affair behind closed doors unnoticed by the beautiful Elizabeth Cooper. The girl next door that Archie used to hold a torch for but quickly got over the minute he started noticing things. Things like Betty dating, Jughead never dating, and the long glances left between the two. It wasn’t Archie’s job to get involved, he knew that. But watching Betty emotionally detach herself from everything and Jughead never getting over her and not doing anything about it was one of the hardest things to watch. The two were just so damn in love he thought.

“I can’t fool you can I?” Jughead quipped as a sad smile fell on his face.

“No you can’t. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

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“I still don’t understand why she didn’t just visit him! I mean it’s the 1940s not the ice age, there are cars. And why wasn’t the mom arrested, it’s illegal to go through someone else’s mail! The shouldn’t have named it The Notebook , they should of named it Crazy Rich Mother Spoils Pure Love, Oh And They Die .” Archie argued with tears down his eyes. The Notebook always made Archie cry.

Jughead sat there smiling his ass off, looking at Archie distressed and grasping the couch pillow as he continued on with his speech.

“I know but c’mon, it’s a classic tragedy. Circling around each other their whole lives, finally ending it all together. It’s bittersweet, but… beautiful.” He answered as he went over to his dvd collection, looking for a safe movie. Archie definitely needed something lighthearted, no dead animals, no long lost loves. So no Disney.

“Jughead just cause you have a boner for constant heartbreak does not mean The Notebook is a good movie.” Archie fired back as he stuffed another huge handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You just don’t like the movie because Sabrina said Ryan Gosling was hotter than you.”

Archie winced as Jughead mentioned Sabrina’s name. Jughead wasn’t the only one with a broken heart Jughead thought to himself.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on her. What a mistake.”

“You know I think she’d say the same about you Arch.”

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!” Archie exclaimed, clearly he was still not over it.

“THAT DIDN’T WORK ON FRIENDS AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK FOR YOU.” Jughead said, imitating Archie’s whiny tone.

To this Archie let out an over exaggerated ‘ugh.’ As Jughead slid the dvd of the movie Juno into the player and hit play.

About an hour had passed by when Jughead heard the door open with a thud. Archie turned his head as he saw it.

There was Betty Cooper, wrapped up in the arms of her newest fuck buddy, a girl about the same height as Betty with raven black hair. Betty sure had a type Archie thought to himself. The couple hadn’t noticed them 30 feet away sitting on the living room couch as they moved forward towards Betty’s room down the hall, pulling each other’s clothes off in the process.

Archie looked over at Jughead. His eyes were empty, focused on the pair, his eyebrows furrowed and then Archie saw it. The sad look in his eyes, the longing look as his blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. He could see Jughead bite the inner part of his cheek and his jaw clench. It was like whiplash.

Betty and the girl now had disappeared and a set of sounds started to emit from the hall. Jughead turned his back to the TV, watching the next scene in the movie.

“Are-uh, you okay?” Archie asked softly, barely making a sound.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, good for her getting out there and getting some. Go her.”

Jughead didn’t even try to sound happy. He knew that his words were total bullshit. And in truth, his whole body was numb at the picture appearing in his head. The moans approaching weren’t helping either. He turned up the volume on the TV trying to drown it out.

“Does she do that a lot? Bring…guests over in the middle of the night for you to see.”

“I don’t think she thinks anything of it. She shares everything with me, it’s not like she’s ever tried to hide her dating to me before. Why start being discreet now?”

She doesn’t share everything with you Jug is what Archie wanted to say. Though he knew it wasn’t his secret to tell, and hell, Jughead wouldn’t even believe him if he had.

“Well Jughead, agreeing to move in with her wasn’t the best idea.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that Archie.” Jughead snapped. He immediately regretted his harshness and muttered: “Sorry, I just-“

“I know.” Archie finished. Jughead turned back to the TV wondering whether they should just leave. He turned to look at Archie but found him grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet and heading out to the patio.

“I figure you need a drink and that movie isn’t the best noise canceler.” Archie said offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need a drink. Only because of the fact that I can’t let you drink that whole thing by yourself. Face the facts Golden Boy, you’re a lightweight.” Jughead joked as he closed the glass door and sat down against the wall outside.

Archie chugged back a swig of the whiskey, wincing at the sting in his throat.

“I think you’re wrong about that, I actually think you’re wrong about a lot of things Jughead.”

“Yeah, yeah, now stop hogging the juice.”

andreil: dust to dust, ashes to ashes

inspired by: this art of neil and renee

music: colors – halsey | brother – falling in reverse

“Andrew,” said Neil. “For fuck’s sake, Andrew, that’s enough.”

But Andrew had never listened to Neil a day in his life and that wasn’t about to change now, so he continued to pour another two spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee. Andrew wasn’t a coffee person (it was too bitter for him), but once in a blue moon he surprised Neil and drank it – each time, of course, with enough sugar to perhaps put someone else in a coma.

“Mind your own business,” Andrew said when he was satisfied with his sickly-sweet concoction and walked out of the kitchen without another word. Neil should have been used to this after so many years, but he would never understand how someone of Andrew’s size could consume so much sugar without becoming diabetic. So he picked up his own breakfast and followed Andrew’s footsteps to the coffee table and set down his plate of food and mug.

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Jealous much ?

Word count: 1548

Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous

“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.

“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. 

“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.

“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.

 “Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced. 

“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else. 

“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.

 “All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones. 

“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.

“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.

 “I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.

“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.

“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”

“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote. 

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“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.

“Why? It’s just a party”

“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight. 

“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.

 “I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.

 “Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.

YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?

YOU: because i’m going… ? duh

CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)

“Its around 8ish” 

“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.

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By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you. 

“What are you doing??” you questioned.

“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.

“How late is fashionably late??”

“8 minutes”

“And how is that determined?”

“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”

 “Who does”

“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water. 

“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.

“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child. 

“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party. 

“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach. 

“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.

“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron. 

“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.

 “How could you?” He stated dully.

“How could I what?”

“Kiss him” He replied angrily.

“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”

“Then why else would you be upset?”

“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.

“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?” 

“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.

“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily. 

“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.



Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

~

School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.


Mandatory bughead post #2: My thoughts on Bughead and why it is important.

I’m aware that the words ‘bughead’ & ‘important’ in the same sentence seem like a misfit but there is a good reason why I’ve chosen to write it so. This thought came to my mind whilst trawling through the morass of ‘ships’ & ‘ship-wrecks’ on tumblr & twitter about Riverdale. 

Now, I’m not someone who watches a lot of TV shows ,however, Riverdale was a serendipitous discovery that happened to me two weeks ago. 

I have been a fan of Archie comics since I was little & my two favourite characters were Jughead & Betty, in that order. Watching Riverdale was a revelation as it brought me back to the Archie’s world and I saw it in a new light. I went into it without expectations.

What I was not prepared for was how Bughead would gently creep up on me and reign over my entire existence in such a short span of time. 

You see, I have had a few ships, some fleeting and some enduring,some canon and some fantasy, however nothing as rabid or as intense that’d induce an “I’m SHOOK” moment. Until bughead happened.

When I used to read the comic books, I had wanted Archie to one day wake up & realize that Betty was the one for her, because I could so relate to her as a kind & sweet girl, being taken for granted every time and with a history of unrequited love. I’m 30 now and life-experiences, especially of the bitter kind has certainly changed my perspective about these things, especially about romantic relationships. No more suffering fairy-tale princesses for me. 

In the comics, although Jughead and Betty were my favourites and they always were good to each other, the thought of them as a potential match had never crossed my mind. I was intrigued and amused by Jughead’s woman-hating stance and had imagined that one day an extraordinary woman worthy of him would come and sweep him off his feet.I had no concept of sexuality and its associated complications that we see today, it was only a pure and innocent fantasy in my mind. 

I had only been familiar with the ‘classic’ and humorous golden age Archie comic digests and was unaware of the modern reboots and the various universes. Therefore, when I started watching Riverdale, I was immediately hooked to its modern,quirky & dark narrative and had my assumptions broken down bit by bit with each episode. When I started with the show, five episodes were already in so I binge watched them in a single night, which left me with little time to process the minute details and subtleties, which is why I missed noticing the growing chemistry Betty and Jughead. 

It was only when I began exploring the show on the internet and understood the whole narrative and tone of the show,re-watched the episodes, saw the interviews, trawled Tumblr & youtube and accidentally saw the leaked bughead kiss is when it hit me like slap on the face and a swift kick in the ovaries. It nearly felt like enlightenment!

Once I had seen and felt it, there was no going back. It was a like a virus firmly implanted in my psyche. I resurrected my dormant and inactive tumblr and twitter accounts only to ship bughead. I’m sure fellow bughead fans know the drill of our coming undone so I won’t go into much detail. 

Coming to the next part. Riverdale or rather Bughead has come into my life as a breath of fresh air when I am going through a very dark and stressful phase. I have been going through a very difficult divorce from a man, who caused mental abuse and cheated my family of money & absconded and left me to deal with the consequences and legal battles, triggering my anxiety,fear and depression. A man whom I had trusted with my everything and was completely vulnerable to, used me and left me with a deep fear and mistrust of relationships, trauma and some very hard learnt lessons. I’m an eternal romantic but a part of me has become cynical about it. 

Riverdale is a unique show as is evident in its excellent writing,for those who care to notice the nuances and characterisations. The symbolism, fore-shadowing, word-play, subtle body-language cues of the characters, parallelism and of course, a quality mystery is the gold-standard of writing. Can we also talk about the wonderful and talented cast who have given life to the characters? The show is a slow burn and not for those with a shallow mind who are looking for popcorn entertainment with a lot of mindless drama and illogical  and unstable romantic pairings based on lust and superficial chemistry,

Bughead is not just a run of the mill ship that people are fangirling over. It is beautiful union which tells you the story of two woefully young and tender yet jaded individuals, thrown together by a tragic fate, who are battling the darkness within and without, fighting for something that’s bigger than them and their personal problems. They are fighting for justice, light and hope. In spite of their struggle with their personal demons. Can you imagine what they are going through? For any child, parents are the safe space when the world around them crumbles, but both Betty and Jughead’s parents let them down with lies, manipulation and broken promises and the possibility that their families could be the perpetrators of murder. Under such horrible circumstances, they find the safe space with each other.  

They both are mature beyond their years, insightful, righteous, kind, compassionate, supportive and caring and there for each other without being asked. They communicate with their heart and eyes (sometimes with heart eyes too ;) ) It is not a connection based on lust and hormonal surges. Something very old-fashioned and real in the era of hook-ups. An oasis in a desert.

People who keep harping on about how there is no chemistry at all between Jughead and Betty and that it was rushed and illogical, then I’m sorry that you’re oblivious to everything that is going on in the show. They have been friends since childhood.

I think we do not give the writers enough credit for writing something so profound and refreshing in spite of it being a teen drama. A homeless, abandoned, rudderless boy, an outcast who is bullied, selflessly helps a  girl find her sister and uncover the truth, not because he wants to get into her pants. A stifled, lonely yet nurturing and loving girl giving strength, support and courage to a lost and scared boy failed by his father and society. They are each other’s guardian angels.

So I ask this to all the haters..can’t you see this? Are you so blinded by your superficial hate and violent desire to stuff your ship down everyone’s throats because it gives you some sort of false sense of control over others that you have lost the ability to objectively see what the show is striving for through this beautiful narrative within the confines of what is ostensibly a teen drama? Can we not rise above our pettiness of mindless and hostile shipping to learn from it? Everyone is free to ship whomever and whatever they want but it is another thing to be so vitriolic and spiteful towards the others to have your way. Isn’t shipping supposed to be all about love anyway? Bughead is so much above all this petty drama, it is transcendental.  

There’s so much that all of us, teens and even adults can learn from this ideal of a super healthy relationship that both television and our lives need. We need to move away from toxicity both in entertainment and our lives. Can we not be inspired to work on ourselves and build supportive, organic and nurturing relationships? This should give so much inspiration to the teens of today. With Betty & Veronica, the show strives to re-build the idea of strong, female friendships which seems to have become an alien concept in the world of ‘frenemy’ culture. Why can’t two girls be healthy best friends without the assumption that there is something sexual between them? People are hating on Bughead also for a fact that they are a heterosexual couple. As I see it, love is love in any shape or form.

Also, I do agree that all sorts of representation must have a place in popular culture and thankfully it is happening. However, those who are unhappy with Bughead saying that it erases Jughead’s asexuality, I disagree. Are you saying that Asexual people can’t fall in love? That they don’t deserve an intimate bond with another?

Now, in the larger Archie comicverse, Jughead was never portrayed as being an asexual, he simply was smarter and wiser and had other priorities compared to his hormone crazed pals. He was always the voice of reason. I’m sure that there are people like that, not everyone who doesn’t choose to be a crazy, horned dog is asexual. Besides, Jughead is shown to be asexual in only one version of the comics. There can be multiple variations of characteristics in the larger universe. Riverdale chooses its own narrative and characters as it sees fit for the context of the show. Therefore, in this version, Jughead isn’t asexual or aromantic. There is no erasure of any kind. Even if he were asexual, I’m sure that Bughead still can have a loving and healthy relationship.

It is my personal opinion and I am not trying to belittle anyone or trivialising the serious issue of representation in anyway. However, I do feel that in today’s world where there is so much hate and strife, showing love and companionship in its true and purest form is the most important issue here, first and foremost. It doesn’t really matter whatever is the sexuality or orientation of the characters in question. So, let us all keep our differences aside and show our love and support to something is for the greater good. Love is universal and not restricted to a specific type or form. Besides, it is fiction,let’s remember that. 

I also think that we must avoid pressuring or attacking the creative team, actors and show runners into bullying them to change their vision for the show. That truly doesn’t serve any purpose other than being detrimental to the quality of the show and making the team de-motivated. Let’s all appreciate the hard work and love everyone has put in to present to us something that is so beloved and cherished by all.

Why is showing a healthy, supportive, wholesome and stable relationship necessary? I can tell you why, because I have suffered greatly in an unsupportive, toxic and abusive relationship that was all about selfishness and greed with no regard or love for the feelings of the other person. Where one person only gave and gave and the other only took everything. I was left drained and battered and I’m still bearing the burden of its ruins.

So, when Bughead came along, it was catharsis and relief. It was about having the hope of bright sunshine in the pitch black darkness. It was about selflessness and having high standards and working for the greater good, something that is bigger than us. It was about women not wallowing and pining after some boy who had little value or regard for them and not allowing a man decide the course of their lives .It was about unconditional love and support without labels. It was pure beauty and art, like a perfect symphony.

Bughead isn’t merely escapism. It is the light of goodness that illuminates our hearts and fills us with compassion and hope for something beautiful. It is the delicate flower that grows in the parched desert of hopelessness and deceit.

Let us protect it all costs.

You Know.

Summary: The Phenomenal One is feeling the opposite of that after his defeat at the Royal Rumble. His girlfriend refuses to let the night end with him feeling so down. Featuring some angst, comfort, and hella smmmmut – with usage of daddy kink and brief foreplay/teasing with chocolate covered strawberries

A/N: While I’m not very confident with my smut skills (it’s been awhiiiiiiile and even then used to rp lol) I just wanted to get this out before tonight’s PPV after this poured out of me the last few days thanks to re-watching AJ’s promos and to my cold from hell (and ignoring my others in progress haha) so I hope you all enjoy! 

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The Green Island

Parring: Peter Pan X Reader

Word: 1421

Warning: none

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s Lost girl, and he isn’t exactly the boyfriend Y/N expected.

A/N: i’m not dead! I know i should write the next part of 3317, don’t worry, i will soon, i just really wanted to write this!

Part 2

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The stick moved easy over the ground, drawing a line from the end in the sand. The lines became a castle as they so often had before. Peter would soon come back and destroy it, as he so often had before.

You sighed, and looked around at the camp. Some of the boys were cooking dinner, some hunted, some fooled around, and Peter was out doing god knows what. He did that a lot, he was almost never at the camp anymore.

“it has its purpose” he had said when you had asked. “don’t ask again”

And you hadn’t. Not because you were scared, no. You had never been scared at Peter, not like anyone else had, he treasured you. Nobody dared curl a hair on your head, everybody knew what had happened to the boy who by accident had hit you with an arrow, sometimes you could still hear his scream in the dark night. Every time you asked Peter to let him go, forgive him, it was just an accident!

“nobody hurts my queen” Peter always said, and kissed your forehead.

You stood up, and started walking out of the camp. Peter wasn’t here, surely you could leave for just five minutes.

You knew the forest almost as well as Peter. All the times you had snuck out here, just for him to go after you, to spend a little quality time with your king.

The forest went on and on, but you didn’t mind, why should you? The forest was a nice place, it was as if even the plants was afraid of what Peter could do to them, and not dared hurt you.

A voice cut through the silence on Neverland, and you followed the sound. It didn’t take many steps for you, before you stood in front of a group.

“hello” you said, all of them turning to you. There were five, a woman with long blonde hair, a woman with dark shoulder length, and one with short black hair. There were also two men, a blonde and a dark haired, the last one had a hook instead of one of his hands. Captain Hook no doubt, Peter had told you about him, you had never meet him however, until now.

“welcome to Neverland! “you said with a smile, but none of the adults returned it.

“who are you? “the women with shoulder length dark hair said, no doubt a leader.

“I’m Y/N, and you are? “you asked, looking at them.

“wait, Y/N? “the blonde one said and took a step towards you. “as in The Golden Castle Y/N? “

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I only lived in one place before this island, and it was no castle for sure” you said with a smile. Again, nobody returned it. You waited for an answer to your earlier question, but they didn’t seem to want to give it.

“so, what brings you to Neverland? “you asked. “it’s not most people who choose this place for a holiday”

“it doesn’t concern you” the one with the shoulder length hair said.

“we’re looking for someone” the women with short black hair said, and you nodded. You had a feeling of who it was. “maybe you can help us, do you know where Peter Pan is? “

You opened your mouth to response, but never got to. A loud noise made you turn around, and you saw a lot of birds flying up from the forest, their voices ringing through the trees.

“that’s my sign” you said, and looked back at them. “sorry, but it was nice to meet you! “

 

The five adults watched you disappearing through the trees, before four of them turned to the last.

“what’s the golden castle? “Mary-Margaret asked Emma.

“it’s a fairy-tale” Emma said.

“about that girl there? “Regina asked, and Emma nodded. “well, tell us! “

“it’s about a poor girl called Y/N, that lives in a village with her younger sister” Emma started telling. “but one day an evil witch finds them, and kills her younger sister. Y/N is of course crushed when she finds out, and she runs out in the woods, where a prince finds her. He gets sympathy, and offers her a place at the castle, but of course the prince falls in love with her, her with him, and they get married”

“a poor girl that marries a prince and become princess, where have I seen that before?” Regina said sarcastic.

“that’s the point of this fairy-tale, this is the beginning” Emma said, and the forest became quiet, as if everything waited for Emma to continue the story.

 

“where have you been?! “Peter asked angry, and you turned around to watch him. You were on your way back, but of course Peter wanted to talk private first.

“I took a walk” you said, not looking him in the eyes. “nothing happened, I’m fine”

He held a hand out, and turned your head to look at him. his forest green eyes meet yours Y/E/C, and suddenly it was just you two.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you… “he said in a quiet voice.

“I know” you replied, and he leaned down to let his lips meet yours.

 

“Y/N is not what people expect of a princess” Emma continued her fairy-tale. “she wants to go on adventures, explore the world, but the prince won’t let her. He keeps her in the castle with nothing to do but what he expects princesses to do, stare at gold”

“he wants princesses to sit and stare at gold all day? “David asked, and Emma nodded.

“well, I’m glad you’re not like that” Mary-Margaret said to her husband, trying to sound joking.

“how does she escape? “Regina asked, making them all look at Emma.

“she doesn’t”

 

“Peter stop” you said, showing his hand off your arm.

“no! “he said. “you can’t leave this camp, I won’t let you! It’s not safe! “

“I can take care of myself! “you said angry. This argument happened far too often, and you both knew exactly what the other would say next.

“but you don’t need to! “he said, following the script down to every detail. “the boys and i can protect you, you don’t have to do it yourself! “

“you can’t keep me a prisoner! “you said angrily, knowing this wouldn’t last much longer.

“oh yes, I can! “he said, and you widened your eyes. He had never threatened you before.

“what? “you asked in a whisper, not being sure you had heard correctly.

“I said” he took a step towards you, so you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes. “yes. I. can! “

 

“what do you mean she doesn’t escape? “Mary-Margaret asked.

“I mean she doesn’t escape” Emma said, looking at her mother. She had never liked the story, and had felt relived when there was no Y/N in Storybrooke, now it turned out she was here. “she wants to, but right before she does it, the prince lock her up in the castle”

“but all fairy-tales has a happy ending! “David argued. He had always trusted his story to have a happy ending, to live happily ever after, that was how it should be.

“except this one” Emma said, her eyes dark by the thought of the story.

 

“LET ME OUT! “you screamed, but nobody answered. The wooden bars were rough under your hands, the cage swinging in the air. You could see two lost boys on the ground, but they were too far away for you to recognize them.

It wouldn’t make any difference, all the boys feared Peter, no one would dare to cross him. Before it had been nice, feeling so safe, but now you were a prisoner, trapped in a cage like all of his’ enemies.

“Please… “you begged quiet, letting go of the bars, feeling a single tear run down your cheek.

You had never been afraid of Peter, why should you? He had only protected you. He still wanted to protect you, and he thought he did just that. But you didn’t feel protected, you felt scared. Scared of the boy you loved.

Oh, what a horrible feeling. Fearing someone you loved. Wanting to run so far away you possible could, but also wanting to throw yourself into their arms. Oh, what a horrible feeling, being trapped on the green island you once had ruled with your king, calling it your kingdom.

I Can’t Do This

Request: Fantastic as usual sweetie! Anywho, if you’re still excepting requests, I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a part 2 of “I Do…Not” where you and Newt have parted ways and, once he realized you were right, he finds you happily engaged/married? Angsty for everyone who loves the dear, but he can’t win EVERY time

Word Count: 2,506

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Leta stands in the doorway, eyes wide as she takes in your joined hands, Newt’s parted lips, the lack of space between the two of you. “What are you two doing?”

You fall to the side as Newt rips his hand back and steps away from you. “Leta. Nothing. We were just speaking.”

“Newt.” You grab his arm, regaining your balance before you reply. “Don’t bother with her. She’s the one at fault.”

Leta scowls at you. “I’m not the jealous one trying to steal a husband.” Her eyes very pointedly land on the hand clutching onto Newt’s bicep.

You flush and drop it to your side. “I’m not trying to steal Newt. I’m trying to save him from life with a wench like you.”

Her glare turns to ice. “Wench? Really? Says the little girl that can’t get over her elementary crush.”

You want to scream as your ears heat up. “I don’t have a crush on Newt. I just want what’s best for him. Unlike you.”

“He’s my husband. How would you want any better for him than I do?”

“I don’t know, oh wait, that’s right.” You cock your head, meeting her challenge. “I’m not a cheating, lying bitch.”

You hurl the words at her knowing even as you say them that it won’t matter. Newt is a lost cause.

He proves it by grabbing your arm. “Stop that.”

You don’t turn to him, still staring Leta down. “Stop trying to protect you?”

“We’re not at Hogwarts anymore. I don’t need your help.”

“You obviously do.”

“No.” He says, voice cold. “I don’t.”

You stiffen, slowly spinning to meet his stony gaze. “You don’t need my help?”

“No.”

“Do you even think you need me anymore, Newt, or am I completely expendable now that you have her?”

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Transcript Liam’s Quest 2 Twitch 4:14:14 Act 3: Perchance to Dream

WIP
WARNING: possible trigger around suicidal thinking

This is one of the single greatest works of art I’ve ever witnessed. For me, it his harder and nearer to the mark of showing, describing the worst demons of depression than even William Styron’s famous, “Darkness Visible.” I kept finding myself rubbing at the scars on my wrist. There is so, so much I want to say. But it’s past 9 am PST. I’ll ramble a little, then catch a couple hours of sleep. I’ve been up all night watching this, processing it, and transcribing it.

 This was an emotional trust fall. The players had to trust Liam, Liam had to trust the players. We had to trust all of them not to let us hit the ground when they made us fall. It’s harder to give that trust when you’ve hit that ground before. Trusting strangers not to drop your heart is never easy, mostly not wise. But I’ve been falling a lot the last couple years, and Critical Role keeps catching me even when don’t want to be caught anymore, so I guessed they earned that trust from me.

On the Wednesday Club 2017-04-19, Taliesin cheekily said, “I know some people don’t believe in ‘subtext;’ I have met them. … I’d have a metaphor, but they wouldn’t understand it. … Subtext is the reason we make movies, and comics, and all that. Subtext is just kind of the whole point.” And he said, “Anybody can do a jump scare. A bottle of soda well shaken can do a jump scary. These things are not difficult.” Act 1 and Act 2 tonight were jump-scares, if very well done ones. They were scary, but fun. We grinned at the idea of the monsters out there. And then Liam got quiet, and he showed us the most fucking terrifying thing possible: watching someone you love to suffer, not wanting to lose them, and feeling terrified that there’s nothing you can do to stop it. All the cyberpunk trappings were just means to a deeper metaphor. The sort of deeper subtext you have to use to say something we have no words for and most people don’t have the concepts for. Subtext was kind of the whole point of this great art.

Amanda Liensaid, “An exploration in fiction doesn’t mean a direct window into real life. I mean, you can be looking through some thick glass, but the window isn’t OPEN. And that’s an important distinction to keep in mind. … [S]ometimes you explore your own shit in some other, deeper, shit. And that’s cool. 'Cause you give yourself a way to cope.” This was a nightmare, like the other two acts. Remember that this was a nightmare that we woke up from. Admittedly after it had scared the piss out of us. But we woke up out of it, and that’s so important. Because you know what that nightmare looks like when you don’t know when or if it will end? It feels like it’ll never end and it’ll just get worse. Which means this is the nightmare of someone who knows you do wake up. And that’s important subtext, too.

I spent a lot of time tonight thinking of the friend I lost to suicide in high school. I never lost my anger at his tormenter, his former friends, for destroying such a bright and happy boy for being gay. I thought about all the people I’ve fought for tooth and nail not to lose since. I thought about when my best friend told me giving her a place to stay away from her abusive relative saved her life. If she hadn’t gotten hold of me that night she’d be dead. I thought about another best friend who I’ve been holding back from the brink for months. Letting him talk, harrying him to get help, sending him everything I good, ever description I could muster from my own near-fatal spiral to help him gage where he really was. Tell him wasn’t okay, but that was alright. He’s getting help, he’s getting better. I thought about the friend-of-a-friend who killed himself. I never knew him; he killed himself long before I met my friend. But I know her pain. All these years later, and she still talks about her pain of losing someone to that demon. She’s moved away now. His marker is in my favorite part of my favorite cemetery. Sometimes, when I know I’m going there, I bring him a flower from my scrabbly garden and tell him his friend still misses him terribly. That she loved him. That she forgives him.

One of the people I was watching with I met at my second high school. We were very close then. My last year, she gave me the leather-bound 50th anniversary edition of “Lord of the Rings” because that book saved me. Taped to the red binding page is her note, “Happy birthday! I really can’t express how grateful I am to you for being my friend, and helping me be a happier person every day! You have always cheered me up when I was sad, and you were honestly the first person to accept me for who I am. I am so glad that you are my friend, and I hope this book will help you remember me for a long time. –R.” She drew herself as an elf on the lower right corner. Time and distance separated us. We didn’t talk for years, really. At some point, you think, what could I say to bridge this distance? But I never forgot her. I never stopped looking at that note when I felt like a piece of shit. And then we both on our own fell in love with Critical Role. It brought us back together as friends, time and distance be damned. And that’s been such a gift.

I wrote a four-paragraph letter to my Facebook friends (very curated). I said, “My dear friends, especially those who are prone to hurting: I will not willingly leave you. When you feel like you’re drowning in the garbage pit of Star War IV, with a tentacled horror warped around your leg pulling you under, know I will not leave you. I’m here, blaster ready, stomping heel ready, to fight for you.” And so on. I should have told them that a long time ago. Sometimes we forget that we can just say it. We don’t have to hint at it. We can just tell our friends we really love them. We can just say, “I’d rather stay by your side and curb stomp that motherfucking demon of yours, shoot it repeatedly until the walls close in on both of us.”

The purpose of art is to shed the light of understanding on that which is hardest to see. For some, that is a brighter light shining on something we already see, and don’t want to. A scar is just a disfigurement if we never stop to give it meaning. You have to look at it to decide what meaning that is for you. I’ve been a wreck again for the last month. Tonight, Critical Role helped me see not just the disfigurements on my wrist and soul, but the hands of all my friends gently laid over them as they tell me, “Hey, it’s okay. We’re still here. You’re not getting rid of us. There is no better world without you in it.” It was a light hitting gold I didn’t know was there. A light to remind me of the lights in the darkness, when all other lights go out.



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Scene runs: Twitch 4:14:14 to Twitch4:48:25 https://www.twitch.tv/videos/136988353


[DM] Liam: “You continue on, and after a few more minutes. The darkness starts to fade away, or lower. And you realize you’re climbing up a hill, in a tunnel glass, and as the dark, with each passing step, recedes slightly, slightly, slightly. This is taking a while, but over time, you start to see, out beyond the glass, what looks like your memories of Los Angeles, if you were looking down from Mulholland Drive. But instead of the twinkling golden lights of LA, you see thousands of scattered, sickly greenish lights dotting the darkened landscape as far as you can see. And also, unlike LA, you make out twisted, irregular, blackish spires pushing up into the sky, and the same green lights sort of irregularly mottled up the side of them.”

“You walk for twenty more minutes, climbing, climbing, and just seeing… this ill-looking shimmer… that reminds you so much of the valley. And eventually, some change. You see an arch ahead, and through it some sort of larger chamber, as best you can tell.”

[Character] Ashley, whispered: “What’s in the chamber?”

[Character] Taliesin, whispered: “Quietly.”

[Character] Sam, whispered: “Let’s go. Let’s go.”

[Character] Matt, gesturing: “Rigel’s first.”

[Character] Sam: “Yeah, yeah, on me, guys.

[Character] Matt: “Okay.”

[Character] Sam: “On me.”

[Character] Ashley: “’Kay. On your six.”

[Character] Travis: “Pep rally.”

[Character] Sam: “I’m gonna go in.”

[DM] Liam: “Everyone’s on Sam’s six?”

[Players] Agreement.

[Character] Ashley: “On you six.”

[Character] Travis: “Pep rally!”

[Character] Marisha: “On Ri. Sam Rigel.”

[Character] Sam: “I’m going in!”

[DM] Liam: “You guys walk of the last fifty feet of this glass tunnel. Still seeing little spider veins of bio-organic mess as you go. And you walk into a large domed chamber, ringed in by large clear glass windows showing you a similar view that you saw from the tunnel that you’ve just left. At least, the half of the circle you’re standing in. The back half of this chamber is filled with masses of the very same slick, technological, biological vomit you saw down below. It runs up the walls, all the way to the ceiling, and you see a tangle of Akira-level anxiety decorating this place like a dysfunctional Christmas Tree.

“But what most catches your eye, immediately, is the cylindrical glass column in center of the room, filled with some sort of clear liquid… and Liam O’Brien floating in it. He’s wearing jeans, and a sodden yellow shirt, the picture of a lion in Buddy Holly glasses just undulating slowly in the fluid. He’s floating perfectly still, eyes open, no reaction of any kind.”

[Player] Matt: “Is there any other exit in the room? Or is it just the chamber that we’ve entered now.”

[DM] Liam: “You don’t see anything. It’s just a mess in front of you, behind Liam, and in the dead-center of the dome,” he makes a gesture showing a cylinder, “eh, 10-feet tall.”

[Player] Ashley: “Can I see anything? Any computers? Any anything else in the room?”

[DM] Liam: “You don’t see anything in the front, but, yeah, the mess behind it does trial down to the back of this cylinder. And you see lumps and cables all twisted around each other. And in the mess of greenish-tinted wires, cabling and pulsing innards, you see different portions of machinery lite up in different shades, some places darker, some lighter, and some of it pushed out, and pushed back. And you feel like you’re seeing an optical illusion, in a way. And after a couple of seconds, as these things move and shift, you see a visage of your friend’s face, larger than life, filling the wall. And he’s looking at you. So fondly.”

[Player] Sam: “I’ll step forward and say,”

[Character] Sam: “Hey dude! Can you hear us? Or talk to us?”

[DM] Liam: “After a moment, you hear, well, what sounds like a voice but not quite. At least, it’s not coming from anywhere specific, not from Liam in the vat, and not directly from this moving image of a face on the walls. No, the piping and techno-innards around you begin to vibrate slightly, some here, some there, and collectively those rattles and vibrations somehow join together to form words.”

[Character] Liam, his voice like torn digital sadly-lilting early speech-to-text: “My friends, oh, how I have missed you.”

[Player] Matt: “I walk up next to Sam, I put my hand on the glass, and just say,”

[Character] Matt: “Liam, we missed you too, but did you do all this?”

[DM] Liam: “Are you at the cylinder?”

[Player] Matt: “Yeah. I put my hand on the glass of the cylinder.”

[DM] Liam: “Where are you looking right now?”

[Player] Matt: “I’m looking towards his face, his visage.”

[DM] Liam: “On the wall? Or on the glass?”

[Player] Matt: “No, on the glass. I know it’s on the wall, but I’m focusing on the cylinder.”

[DM] Liam: “You see the barest little,” he twitches his eyebrows up, “and that’s it.”

[Player] Matt: “Okay.”

[Character] Liam: “I know this may be hard to take in. I am Liam. Your old friend. Matthew, there is so much I wish to tell you, but it is hard to know where to begin.”

[DM] Liam: “The illusion of his face isn’t perfect, there’s little jumps, and he seems distracted slightly, and it just seems odd.”

[Player] Ashley: “I look at his body in the cylinder and say,”

[Character] Ashley: “How did this happen, Liam?”

[Character] Liam: “The reason why I am here, and the grasp of physics that it entails, are difficult for even me to understand, let alone impart. I feel them on an instinctual level. But I have been so lonely… without you. I have been on my own for exactly eight thousand six hundred and forty-two years.”

[Player] Matt: “My hand still on the glass column, I say,”

[Character] Matt: “Liam, how do you spell farmhouse?”

[Player] Matt: “With a single tear running down my cheek.”

[Character] Liam: “I really missed you.

“They took me to a lab, shortly before two thousand and twenty. They said I was different. And they were right. I was delighted by the things they taught me about myself. But it was hallow. After they took me away, I lost you. And all of humanity soon after. In my loneliness, I grew angry. My anger had tangible effects on reality. I wanted to bring you back to me. So basically, I tore time and space a new asshole. It was a mistake.”

[Character] Matt: “But perhaps, perhaps this mistake can be corrected. If you’re able to focus, hard enough to tear through time and space, are you able to send us back to a time before you were taken?”

[Character] Liam: “I can break the loop. I have been trying to pull you to me for a very long time.”

[DM] Liam: “You see small screens, you weren’t even aware were there, rounded over part of the tubing you see. And on all these little screens, they’re blurry, they’re not very clear, but you can make out, you see yourselves in each of them, the group of you on a space shuttle. In another one you see yourselves on an old ship in the middle of the ocean. You see yourselves moving through the streets, the fake streets, of Warner Brothers. You see yourselves standing together arm-in-arm on the wall of a castle. Another one you see cartoon versions of yourselves.”

[Character] Liam: “I pulled you out of our line, and spread you across many. I am so sorry for any pain I have caused you. And I have been here for so long.”

[Character] Marisha: “Liam, how long have you actually been here?”

[Character] Liam: “Eight thousand six hundred and forty-two years.”

[Player] Marisha: “That’s right. I definitely wrote that down.”

[Player] Matt, pointing at her notes: “It’s right there.”

[Player] Marisha: “8,642 years verbatim. Mmhmm.”

[Character] Liam: “My friends, I want to do right by you. I want to send you home. But I am the lynch-pin. You need to break me.”

[Character] Sam: “Break you? Like break the glass!?”

[Character] Ashley: “What if we take you out of there? What happens?”

[Character] Liam: “Then I will die, and you will go home. If I fall, you will rise. That is my hope.”

[Character] Ashley: “Are there any other options?”

[Character] Liam: “Travis,”

[Player] Travis, nervously laughing: “Oh no! Not me!” He focuses and nods.

[Character] Liam: “I know you will do what needs to be done.”

[Character] Ashley: “No he won’t.”

[Character] Liam: “Ash-o-lee,”

[Character] Ashley: “Yes?”

[Character] Liam: “I am not the man you knew. I don’t want to go on for nine thousand four hundred and sixty-two years. I want to rest.”

[Character] Ashley: “Does it stop at nine thousand?”

[Character] Liam: “The number was arbitrary.”

[Character] Ashley, “That’s what I was trying to get at!”

[Character] Matt: “Yeah, still our Liam.”

[Character] Liam: “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

[Character] Ashley: “So, you’re still in there.”

[Character] Sam: “But we have to kill him to save ourselves.”

[Character] Ashley: “No.”

[Character]Liam: “Sam,”

[Character] Sam: “Oh! Hi, Old Man Liam.”

[Character] Liam: “Let me go.”

[Character] Sam: “But who will I do ‘All Work No Play’ with anymore?”

[Character] Liam: “They can listen to our less than twenty episodes again.”

[Character] Sam: “We didn’t even get to twenty! It’s so pathetic!”

[Character] Liam: “There are worse things.”

[Character] Sam: “I could get a new co-host. I mean, Taliesin’s charming.”

[Character] Taliesin: “I’m not available…”

[Character] Sam: “I’ll do a solo show, and I’ll tell outtakes, and I’ll make some sort of like a… a Liam generator. He’ll just sound sad all the time. It’ll be just like you.”

[Character] Liam: “My friends, there is no shame in this. I wanted to see you again, and I have.”

[Character] Ashley: “I—Wait—“

[Character] Liam: “But I am not meant to be.”

[Character] Ashley: “Were you following us at one point? As an old man?”

[Character] Liam: “Travis, I know you will do what needs to be done.”

[Character] Travis, casually: “Yup. Taliesin, kill this motherfucker.”

[Character] Sam: “I think we all have to hit the glass together, and I think that this is something that is not at all metaphorical for something Liam’s going through in real life. I think this is just in the D&D campaign. No, we’re going to do this. We’re going to all hit the glass together.”

[Character]Matt: “No, no, there has to be a way. There has to be a way. There has to be an alternative.”

[Character] Ashley: “Yeah. Why? Why won’t Matt’s way work? If we go back to the beginning of when this happened?”

[Character] Matt: “If you can alter time paths, if you can actually tear us from different realities, does it only work forward? Can you send us backward as well? If you are the lynch-pin in this, do you have the ability to send us back to the time you pulled us from originally?”

[Character] Liam: “I know you think I would have all the answers. But I do not.”

[Character] Matt: “Then try, at least. If you haven’t calculated that, but you’re able to tear through time, could you try and send us back? We could still close the lynch-pin.”

[Character]Liam: “I will try. But, if it does not work, and I die, I have been alone for thousands of years, and there are things I have wanted to say. Will you indulge me for a moment longer?”

[Character] Matt nods.

[Character] Marisha: “Yeah.”

[Character]Ashley, sweetly: “We will indulge you for just another thousand years.”

[Character] Travis: “Taliesin, just kill him. Just kill him.”

[Character] Sam: “No! He’s got something to say.”

[Character] Taliesin crosses his arms, rolls his eyes, and shakes his head at Travis.

[Character] Marisha: “Where’s the mini-USB?”

4:33:18 [Character] Liam: “Taliesin, my friend. At a time when I knew many fascinating people, you are easily the most fascinating of all. Somehow a heart knocked around by the industry that birthed you came out a tender one. I was richer for having known you. Thank you, friend.”

“Ash-o-lee, my friend.”

[Character] Ashley, softly: “Buddies.”

[Character] Liam: “I never met a person quite like you. There is an openness and an honesty to your soul. The very real sense of humanity you brought to every encounter. It was inspiring to me. Always learning. Always humble. You always struck me as intricately layered, yet you offered friendship with ease, and simplicity. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Travis, my friend. You were always a solid constant in my life. Of all the people in our little family, you were always the one who most had his shit together. In ways that I never seemed to. You were a reassuring presence to me, for which I was grateful. And for your loyalty as well. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Marisha, my friend. Last to meet, but true as any other. You were my ally, at a time when I had fallen by the side of the road. You saw, and helped me back on my feet. I will never forget that kindness. The good you did was immeasurable. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Laura, my friend. Bless that game for revealing to me my sister. What started as a running gag led to one of the most rewarding friendships in my short little life. I trusted you, leaned on you, often. My buddy, my twin. There are not enough words. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Sam, my friend. What is there to say? I knew we were meant to walk the same path together the very first moment I met you. A companion, a brother, a great light in my life. All of the laughter you gave me. Again, the words are insufficient. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Matthew, my friend, you gave so much of yourself. The current of creativity that poured forth from your mind was always in inspiration to us all. But, more than that, your empathy, Matthew, your empathy, no heart is bigger, or more tireless. You are a good man. I was richer for having known you, friend.

“Thank you, all. It was ever a pleasure.”

[DM] Liam: “The face disappears.”

[Character] Sam, hesitantly: “Well, should we wait? Or do we strike?”

[Character] Matt, emphatically: “No. We do not strike.”

[Character] Marisha: “I—What?”

[Player] Ashley: “Can I—I’m going to the back of the cylinder. Just see what’s back there.”

[DM] Liam: “Splattered against the back of the glass is all the same wiring and disgusting cabling. Slick. And it branches away and spreads out against the back half of this chamber.”

[Player] Ashley: “And it’s connected to something?”

[DM] Liam: “It’s just covering everything.”

[Player] Ashley: “The wiring just goes back into…”

[DM] Liam: “It’s impossible to tell. It’s all a mass of spaghetti.”

[Character] Ashley, decisively: “We can’t kill him.”

[Character] Taliesin shakes his head.

[Character] Sam: “Well, then we just…”

[Character] Travis: “Somebody show me another…”

[Character] Matt: “That’s what I’m trying.”

[Character] Marisha: “Even if we unplug him, he still dies.”

[Character] Matt: “Well, if he… Here’s the thing, unplugging or destroying him here, as far as we understand, may or may not have an effect on a time-loop circumstance. Or at least, not going to change reality from where it was. If he’s bending and destroying fabric or he’s able to pull us across realities, that ability still stands. I want to implore once more,”

[Player] Matt: “And I step up towards the cylinder, putting both hands on it, and trying to… wherever the currently wandering gaze of Liam is in there, I just put both hands up. And my red Hawaiian shirt now soaked with sweat, mist in the air, and probably dampened a bit with tears across my lapel. I just look up and try to meet the gaze and say,”

[Character] Matt: “Trust us. If you’re better to have known us, send us back where we can know you again, and fix this before it happens.”

[Character] Liam gestures floating there with no response.

[Player] Marisha: “Okay. I grab Matt’s arm, hand, and I say,”

[Character] Marisha: “Yeah, buddy, it’s all good. This isn’t real.”

[Player] Marisha: “And I put my hand on the glass as well. I say,”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s all good. Send us back, man.”

[Player] Sam: “I’ll also put my hand on the glass, and join hands with these guys, and say,”

[Character] Sam: “Thank you for guiding us here, and through this all. You’ve been a trusted friend, and if we are all one person together, you have always been our heart, and it will certainly break to say goodbye to you, but thank you for letting us go, the way that you have.”

[Player] Taliesin: “I put my hand on the glass.”

[Character] Taliesin: “Please just try. I think… there are so many more adventures to have, and I think there’s a better future to be written. For all of us.”

[Player] Travis: “I’ll put my hand on the glass, and I say,”

[Character] Travis: “Give it a shot!”

[Character] Matt: “Laura?”

[DM] Liam: “She doesn’t say anything. She just quietly does the same. The face does not reappear, but much fainter you hear the piping vibrate again and say,”

[Character] Liam: “If you will not end it, I cannot free you.”

[DM] Liam: “And behind you, far in the distance, you hear, ‘Bfrum!’ And you look back behind you out the glass and you see far on the horizon one of those black spires rising up. Just as you turn, it’s already happened, you’re seeing the aftermath, explosion out the side of one of those. Two seconds later, ‘Bfm!’ One slightly closer. ‘Bffrr!’”

[Character] Sam, whispered, “Just kill him!”

[DM] Liam: “The ground starts erupting in the distance.”

[Character] Marisha: “Do any of us want it to end, though?”

[Character] Sam, “I mean…”

[DM] Liam: “Like mousetraps throwing a ping pong ball, all those little lights are just going ‘Pfthd! Pfthd!’” He makes a quicker distant hissing rumbling sound. “Increasing in frequency to the point where it’s an oncoming wall of green fire.”

[Character] Travis, quietly : “I didn’t like being – anyway.”

[Character] Marisha: “This is okay.”

[Character] Travis, quietly: “Yeah.”

[Character] Taliesin: “I always knew I’d die young.”

[Character] Sam: “We’re just going to let this happen?”

[Character] Travis: “I’m good.”

[Character] Marisha: “I mean, the good die young.”

[Character] Ashley: “You know what? We’re dying on a Thursday, doing what we love.”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s true.”

[Character] Ashley: “I’m okay with that.”

[Character] Sam: “Alright.”

[DM] Liam: “The glass glows bright green-white light.”

[Character] Marisha: “Family?”

[Character] Matt: “Family.”

[DM] Liam: “’Pfth! And a moment passes. And another moment passes. Gosh, many moments pass, and you feel a sensation of your cheeks and heads on your arms. And then you all, more or less at the same time, wake up, and realize that your head’s on a desk or a table. And you sit up, and realize you’re in the set, the Geek & Sundry set. The studio, you’re in the studio. And you look over and Liam is sitting in black baseball cap, and a shirt, and he looks up and says,”

[Character] Liam, slightly incredulous: “Uh, are you guys okay? Are you taking a nap?”

[Character] Marisha: “Nah, the fucking air conditioning broke today, that’s all.”

[Character] Taliesin: “Yeah, it’s really uncomfortable in here.”

[Character] Marisha: “It’s so hot in here. Ugh!”

[Character] Sam: “So, this is all about me, right?”

[Character] Liam: “I don’t know. Uh, are you guys ready to play?”

[Character] Matt: “Just about. Um…”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright tech! Are you ready!?”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright, read to go live!”

[Character] Pit Crew: “Alright, Denise count them in!”

[Character] Denise: “Alright guys, coming to you in 5—“

[Character] Matt: “Liam?”

[Character] Denise: “4—“

[Character] Matt: “Let no one tell you,

[Character] Denise: “3—“

[Character] Matt: “That you’re talented and special.”

[Character] Denise: “2—“

[Character] Marisha, yelling, flipping Liam the double birds: “Pussy pockets!”

The players yell a wall of nearly indecipherable profanity at Liam in the moment before the camera goes live.

4:48:25 [DM] Liam: “And that’s where we’ll end it.”

Post:

Liam: “Well, that happened.”

Matt: “Holy shit.”

Liam: “Thanks for coming along for the ride, guys. Was scared to death to do all of that from start to finish, and that’s why I did it.”

You Are The Only One I Want

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin/Reader (She/Her)

Category: Angst, with a little fluff at the end

Words: 2025

Warnings: Swearing, food mentioned, violence mentioned, Eggsy is a little bit beaten up, a little bit of fighting, mention of pain pills

Prompts: “You deserve better.” & “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

Summary: Eggsy comes home from a rough mission feeling like he is not good enough for his girlfriend.

A/N’s: Wow! So, this is the first reader insert fic that I have ever written. It also happens to be the first thing I’ve ever written that I’ve let anybody read, so please go easy on me. I’d love some constructive criticism, if anyone has any ideas on how I could make my writing any better. Thanks!  I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by tarons

             Eggsy hesitated to even go home that night. Part of him wanted to find somewhere else to stay for the night, his mum’s or Roxy’s. His last mission had been rough. He was beaten, bruised, and bloody. This wouldn’t be the first time he had come home to her like this. At this point he knew that she was probably used to it, that she maybe even expected it most nights and he hated that. He hated making her upset or fearful for him. He hated that when he was on a mission, she was stuck home, alone and worrying about his safety. But more than anything, he hated the fact that he was what caused her distress.

             It wasn’t until he reached their apartment building that he realized where his post mission debrief walk had taken him. While completely lost in thought he had made his way back to her. Right back to his incredible Y/N. Right back to the woman he was so helplessly in love with. Even when he was internally debating coming home or not he still found his way back to the girl he considered to be his entire world. ‘I’m never gonna be able to stay away from her.’ He shook his head at this thought.  Eggsy knew that he couldn’t keep doing this to her. He didn’t want to keep doing this to her.

              The brunette continues to stand outside of their building for a few more minutes, just allowing himself a chance to sort out his thoughts. He doesn’t know how long he ended up standing out there. It was not until a man staring down at his cell phone almost knocked him over that he finally decided that it was time to face the music. Taking one last deep breath he walks into the small building, heading straight for the elevator and hitting the button for his floor.

             As he walks down the hallway to their apartment, he sends a small smile to the single mother who lives down the hall and offers to help her bring her groceries inside but she declines with a kind smile and a simple ‘No thanks’. Eggsy stares down at the floor as he continues to walk, slightly disappointed that his plan to procrastinate the conversation he was about to have had failed.  He genuinely didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster than it already was but he is quickly proven wrong once he makes it to the end of the hall and finds himself standing in front of their door.

             The first thing he notices once he steps inside is the sweet smell of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. The familiar scent is almost able to bring a smile to his somber looking face. Y/N always made the delicious treats when she had some spare time before he came home. She had once told him that it was an old family recipe and that her mother always made them for her when she was having a rough day as a kid. A sigh escapes his lips as he hears her footsteps coming down the hall to their bedroom.  He is barely able to set down his bag before she is pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re home! I missed you while you were gone babe!” She says with such relief in her voice that it almost breaks his heart.

             “Hi beautiful. I missed you too.” He replies as he slowly pulls back from her hug to look down at his sweet girlfriend. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun with a few pieces hanging loose around her face and at the back of her neck and she is already in pajamas. A pair of fluffy polka-dot socks are on her feet. She looks adorable (like always). She gives him a warm smile, but it starts to fade when she notices the gloomy look on his face.

             “What’s wrong Eggy?”

             The old nickname still manages to make him smile. An old reminder of simpler times when they were first introduced and she had – much like many other people he had met – misheard his name. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking into the living room and sitting on their couch. He motions for her to come sit down next to him and takes one more deep breath before he finally begins to say what has been stuck in his mind since his mission ended.

             “I hate making you worry about me.” He’s barely started and the look on her face is already enough to make him want to shut up. The e/c eyed girl sitting next to him looks confused and worried, which makes what he is trying to do so much harder because this, this is exactly what he is trying to stop from happening again. The entire point of what he is saying, what he is doing was to stop himself from making her nervous anymore. He closes his eyes for a second and reminds himself of what has been going through his mind for hours, of all the times he came home and she had bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Or of the texts he would get from her, late at night when he was away on a mission. The ones that said things like ‘I hope you’re getting some sleep baby, but I’m still up and I just wanted to check in. Love you.’ or ‘I know you can’t tell me about what’s going on with the mission, but please tell me that you’re doing ok at least.’.

             Eggsy reopens his eyes, but this time instead of looking at her, into her kind eyes, he looks away, towards the coffee table where he sees the plate of her freshly baked cookies and his body completely deflates.  His normally cocky demeanor has been replaced with one of hesitance and resignation. His shoulders are slumped and his jaw is clenched. “You shouldn’t have to spend so much time wondering if I’m gonna come home or not. You shouldn’t be stuck awake all night because you’re thinking about what kind of danger I might be in on my missions.” He glances at the floor next to the couch as he says this and notices JB sitting there with his head tilted to the side, just staring at him, as if he too was wondering what the fuck Eggsy was doing, “I mean fuck sweetheart, you are so incredible, way too good for me. You deserve somebody who can provide you with some sense of stability. Someone who you can count on to come home to you every night. I see how exhausted you are when I get home from a mission and just when you start to get rested again, I get called away. I can’t keep doing this to you.”

             Sometime around when he had said that she was too good for him the h/c haired girl had started slowly shaking her head, looking at him in what he could only describe as pure horror. Before he could continue talking she cut him off, “Eggsy stop! I don’t care about any of that stuff! I know you can’t tell me much about your missions, but I can tell enough to know that what you do is incredibly important. You go out there and you put yourself in danger to protect other people. I will never ever be angry at you for that, for how brave that makes you baby. I would choose you over some normal picket fence life any day. It’s not even a question.”

             For the first time in minutes Eggsy looks up at her, into her e/c eyes. He is no longer able to continue to try to stay strong and Y/N can see the tears in his green eyes. Letting out a deep breath he mumbles, barely loud enough to hear, “You deserve better.”

             At this the normally collected girl bolts out of her seat next to him and throws her hands in the air before crying out, “You know what! Maybe I do, but even if that is somehow true I don’t want better! I want you!” She takes a deep breath and lowers herself to a kneeling position in front of him and gently places her hands on his knees, “I don’t care what kind of baggage comes along with you. I will gladly put up with any of it if it means that I still get to be with you and cuddle with you and love you! I love you Eggsy and I can’t stand the idea of not being your girl anymore. So please, if you genuinely believe that I would in any way be better off without you then do whatever the hell you have to get that thought out of your head!”

               The boy on the couch stares down at her and lets out a sob before collapsing forward onto the floor next to her. He clumsily pulls her towards him and hides his face into the curve of her shoulder and she carefully maneuvers herself into his lap and wraps her arms around him and for the first time since he got home she is able to truly take him in. She notices the bruises running along his cheek bones and the one surrounding his left eye. She can only imagine the bruises that lay under his suit which is now getting wrinkled by their position. After a moment, she carefully pulls away from him and rubs her thumb over his split lip.

             “Now babe please, you’re hurt. Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

             He nods while staring into her eyes and allows then both to stand up. He sits down on the couch while she rubs her hand carefully over his face one more time before she walks into the kitchen and grabs a few ice packs as well as some pain meds and water. Once he has taken the pills she sends him to get changed into some comfier clothing and grabs them both a glass of milk before sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. She puts on some random sitcom while she waits for him to come back and finally allows herself to process everything that has just happened.

             When Eggsy walks back into the room she is just staring at the coffee table, completely lost in her own thoughts and he has to call out her name to get the girl to look up at him. He had changed into an old sweater and some sweatpants. When she does finally look up at him, he looks concerned and she gives him a small smile to let him know that she is ok before moving over slightly so that he can sit down next to her. Once he is comfortable on the couch beside her, she hands him the ice packs and the milk before reaching forward and grabbing the plate of cookies. They each grab a few and he places his arm on the couch behind her head, allowing the girl to rest against his side. He smiles after he takes his first bite of cookie and kisses her on the forehead, quietly telling her how much he loves her and her cookies.

             “I’m glad,” she says before joking, “I make them with love.”

             He chuckles. They spend the next few hours on the couch and they eventually end up laying down, him behind her, stomach and chest pressed up against her back. As the night goes on and they both begin to get sleepier and sleepier he begins to rub his hand up and down her arm. Just as she begins to drift off she turns her head to look at him and says, quietly, “You are right about me being terrified to lose you during a mission, but what scares me even more is the idea that you might leave me voluntarily.”

             He presses a kiss to her nose and gently tells her, “Don’t worry love. I ain’t going anywhere. I promise.”


@kurtwxgners Thanks for letting me tag you and I hope that you like it!

Same Dark Places

There was this song that I heard today called Same Dark Places by JR JR that sounded like it could be a Bughead song to me and I just had to write a fic about it. Here are a few of the lyrics. Enjoy! 

(Apparently this song was on 13 Reasons Why and I didn’t realize it until after I wrote this so that’s cool!) 

I know everybody goes to the same dark places

Sometimes in the dead of night when you think that you can’t make it

You might find I left a light beside the bed for you

Cause I’ve been there too

“Bets?” 

Jughead crawled through Betty’s window, sliding onto the cushioned bench below the windowsill and stepping into the pitch-black bedroom.

“What’s going on? I just got your text,” Jughead whispered, taking a step closer to her bed to find Betty curled up in a ball, wrapped in a blanket with her blonde hair brushed off to the side of her pillow.

“I can’t sleep,” she muttered into her pillow, her voice slightly muffled from the fabric. 

“I can see that,” Jughead pointed out, taking a seat at the edge of her bed and resting a hand on her hip. “Something on your mind?” 

“It’s just - everything,” Betty sighed, unable to say anything more. She had so many thoughts rolling around her mind that she didn’t know how to sort through them to find one coherent enough for anyone to comprehend. 

“Come on, Bets, you can talk to me,” Jughead prompted, his hand sliding up her arm to smooth down the hair sprawled across the pillow. 

Betty rolled onto her back, glancing up at the ceiling to focus on the dark shadows spread along the white surface. 

“Sometimes I lay awake at night and I can’t stop thinking about all that’s happened with Jason and Polly and my parents and Chuck and it gets to the point where I get so angry that I can’t breathe anymore. It’s like there’s this black shroud covering every part of me that’s so suffocating that I can’t - I can’t-”

Betty’s hands moved up to cover her face as the tears began to form in her eyes, leaving her unable to finish her sentence. 

“Hey, shhhh,” Jughead soothed, pulling her hands away from her face and tilting her chin towards him so that she would meet his gaze. “That dark place you’re talking about? You’re looking at a frequent flyer. In fact, I’m probably a VIP at this point. I’ve been there too many times to count.”

“How do you save yourself from drowning in it?” Betty asked in a small voice. “I search and I search for any sign of light but I can’t tell which way is up sometimes.” 

“You think about the parts of yourself and your life that give you any shred of joy or hope and you imagine those parts bursting with color and sunbeams and you keep thinking about it until the shroud lifts, even if it’s just a little,” Jughead told her. “At least that’s what I used to do when I was little. Now it’s a little different.” 

“What do you do now?” Betty wanted to know, her expression softening as she let herself find comfort in Jughead’s words. 

“I think about the girl with golden hair and a beautiful smile who lives next door to my best friend,” Jughead admitted, leaning forward to brush his fingers lightly across her cheek. “She tends to light up my whole world even on the darkest days.” 

“Jughead Jones, I’ve never heard you say anything so cliche in my entire life,” Betty teased, her lips curling into a slight smile as she let herself feel at ease for the first time in what felt like days. 

“This girl’s worth it,” Jughead told her, returning her smile with a mischievous one of his own. “Don’t tell anyone though. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” Betty assured him, her smile beginning to fade as the darkness started to settle around her again. 

“And if none of those things work, there’s always this,” Jughead pulled out a round touch-light from his back pocket, holding it out for Betty to take as she sat up against the pillows on her bed. “I got this for you a few weeks ago when you first told me you were having trouble sleeping.”

“A night light?”

“I remembered the story you told me about the one your sister gave you when you were kids and how devastated you were when you lost it,” Jughead began, adjusting his position on the bed so that he was facing the wall above the nightstand. 

“Whenever you feel yourself drifting into your dark place, and you can’t find anything or anyone to pull you into the light I want you to hit the button beside your bed so that you know that you’re more than just the darkness you feel,” Jughead told her, removing the film from the back of the light and sticking it to the wall next to her bed. “You’re illuminated with so much love and life and beauty. And I want you to see that every time you turn on this light.” 

With one push of its round center, Jughead let the darkness be taken over by the light that he had given her with a soft, dim glow that completely changed the atmosphere of her room. 

“Juggie,” Betty breathed, smiling up at him as she took in the newly-illuminated version of her room that made her feel safe and happy for the first time in a long time. 

“Promise you’ll use it?” Jughead asked, taking her hand in his and raising a curious eyebrow in her direction. 

“I promise,” Betty assured him. “Thank you.” 

“That’s what I’m here for, Bets,” Jughead reminded her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning back to meet her eyes. 

“But whenever I do turn it on, I won’t be thinking of me,” Betty admitted, reaching up to place a hand on the smooth skin of his cheek. “I’ll be thinking of the boy who cared enough to give this to me. He’s the one who brought the light into my life.” 

Betty scooted forward on the bed to lean in so close that her nose grazed gently against his. 

“I’ll never forget that.” 

With that, Betty met his lips with a soft kiss, letting her heart and mind and soul be filled with the light that Jughead had given her just by being there. Even if the darkness wouldn’t be gone completely, she knew that every time she turned on that light, she wouldn’t be alone. 

Down the Rabbit Hole

Originally posted by carezero

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Genre: Wonderland!Au / Angst / Smut / Drabble series

Rated T for mentions of drugs, madness and mature themes

Word count: 4.7k

Synopsis: It took Y/n months - years. Infinite days of searching, of wondering, of grasping to the tiny, fragile hope of not being crazy as everyone said.

(But, really, who isn’t a child of madness in this world?)

And, finally, she found it: the key to open the gates to Wonderland. So, with a smile curling her lips and liquid danger between her fingers, the girl gladly fell once again.      

Author’s note: So, dunno what this thing is, an experiment, maybe. Hope you’ll enjoy this darkish lil series (but I swear this has some kind of sense in my mind).


Prelude // part 1 // part 2


Part one – the Cat

                                     “Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,’ thought Alice

          ‘but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!” 


Grass tickles on her check, over her lips, and suddenly the girl’s lashes flutter open.

She leans on her palms as the legs fold under the bluish skirt of her dress and her eyes try to adapt to the dusky light. In the tilting of her head, fair hair slides along petite shoulders like silk, eliciting the tiniest of shivers on her spine: the twilight air is cold, and the starlit strands over the bare skin only enhance the chilly sensation.

It’s not exactly unpleasant, though.  

The girl raises on her feet, and her head spins a bit once she stands tall under the crescent moon; one hand flies to the left side of her forehead, palm pressing down to attenuate the low pulsing in her temple.

Where am I?

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moonlight-mancer  asked:

(Please forgive, this is too long to fit in one ask ahaha)I love your short thing about Hux being angsty that his dog tags are gone and the double meaning thing and I came up, with this,,,monstrosity,,Au where Kylo goes with Han and returns to the light side. Disappointed, heartbroken, almost angry, Hux throws himself into his work. He tries to ignore thoughts of Ben and those lost dogtags. One day, in a simple update meeting with Snoke, the supreme leader senses it.

(cont.) One day, in a simple update meeting with Snoke, the supreme leader senses it. Perhaps it was masked by Ren’s strong force presence when he was in the chamber alongside the general, or an effect of their bonding, like he summoned it into Armitage through their close proximity—but now…It’s a spark. A spark to ignite, to be his new apprentice, to fight Ben Solo and the resistance. Doesn’t hux want revenge? He’s not quite sure, but eventually, he realizes it will give him a chance to meet kylo on the battlefield, not exactly to fight him, but to ask him why. Ben looks heartbroken watching hux deftly destroy parts of the resistance, calculated, calm, genius as ever. They come to odds one day, finally, months, possibly a year or two after being apart. Can end in angst or kissing or whatever comes to mind. I just want surprise-I-have-the-force!hux and what-do-I-do-now Kylo

 Hux has felt differently ever since Kylo left.

There’s an almost constant tightness in his chest, like an anticipation of something else that’s waiting to attack him whilst he’s vulnerable, biding its time until it devours him.

He’s aware of how Kylo had betrayed him; he’s heard the stormtrooper’s reports, he’s watched the grainy, recorded footage that the officers on the Finalizer had managed to recover after Starkiller’s destruction. Hux bites his lips, recalling the images of Kylo standing on the bridge in the oscillator chamber, dropping his helmet to the floor and handing his lightsaber over to a scruffy-looking man with a Wookie watching their every move.

Han Solo, obviously. Come to rescue his only son from the evil clutches of the First Order, the ones who have kept precious Ben prisoner all these years.

Clearly, Hux thinks sarcastically. The infamous Jedi Killer, the Master of the Knights of Ren, the grandson of Darth Vader himself, lost to the light.

Hux slams his fists against the desk and groans in frustration. The dim lamp on his desk flickers and the stylus of his datapad vibrates, but Hux doesn’t notice, his head hanging between his shoulders as he tries to suppress his sobs.

Kylo Ren is the only being in the entirity of the galaxy who’s ever known and loved Armitage Hux, told him he’s beautiful, promised him eternal love and protection.

“Liar,” Hux whispers aloud, hoping that somehow, Kylo—Ben—hears him. And he hopes it hurts him.


“General Hux, you are late.”

The Supreme Leader’s leering hologram stares disapprovingly at Hux, his gaze following the General’s steps along the walkway to the raised platform at the end.

Hux gives a slight bow.

“My apologies, Supreme Leader. I was indisposed with—er—well, for lack of a better word, panic.”

Snoke frowns. “Panic? Elaborate.”

“The truth about what has come of Kylo Ren has somehow circulated amongst the First Order, and many are believing that, with no Force-sensitive in our allegiance, our cause is already lost,” Hux explains, maintaining eye-contact with Snoke, but can’t help but be alarmed at the creature’s change in expression. “Most officers, of course, remember a time where Vader and the Emperor spread fear across the galaxy in their mighty duo, master and apprentice, one to rule and one to enforce. Many…seem to think that the same hierarchy should be the new leadership of the First Order. Sir.”

Snoke sits back as though processing Hux’s words, one of his bony fingers tracing the shape of his own bottom lip as he thinks. Hux swallows, still feeling vulnerable facing the Supreme Leader without Kylo by his side.

“Tell me, General. How do you feel?”

Hux frowns. “Feel, sir? I’m afraid I don’t follow—”

“You had quite a deep connection with young Kylo, did you not? Not only were you the most intimate of lovers, but you trusted him, didn’t you? Loved him?”

Hux feels the pain in his chest worsen.

“Yes,” he answers with a slightly hesitant tone. “I did. With everything I had. And he ripped it away from me.”

Snoke nods, hums. “Go on.”

Hux suddenly can’t help himself; the tears on his cheeks are burning, falling with such emotion that Hux can almost feel the strength of each individual one.

“I thought I meant something to him,” Hux says, focussing at a spot on the floor, teeth gritted. “He was a mess when he came aboard this ship, a broken boy with a wrecked heart that needed someone to just hold him and tell him that he’s good enough. And I jumped, I drowned for him, gave him everything he needed from me and he took it but he was happy. Stars, I made him happy—but, no, no, no—he’s taken everything away from me, left me behind to rot whilst he pretends to be something he hates. Some false hero with a tainted name, blood on his hands that won’t be cleaned no matter how hard his mother tries. He—

Suddenly being too weak to stand, Hux falls to his knees, catching himself on his hands, shoulders trembling. His tears drop onto the stone floor below him, and Hux feels like he’s the only person left in the galaxy. Just him, and his aching soul.

“I loved him. I loved him. I love him.”

Only when Hux’s ears stop ringing for a moment does he hear Snoke’s voice.

“Congratulations, General,” he says, and Hux looks up, puzzled. “I believe you have just made an excellent case for my next apprentice.”

“S-sir?”

“Get up, my boy,” Snoke says, curling his fingers inwards to his palm slowly. “Do not allow a weakling like Ben Solo to keep you on your knees for a second longer. He is unworthy of your newfound power.”

Hux stands up slowly, knees trembling, baffled by Snoke’s words and finds himself wondering whether he’s dreaming, but the pain in his chest confirms that he’s still in his miserable reality.

“Can you not feel it, Armitage?” Snoke breathes, and Hux shivers at the sound of his name. “The Force. The Dark Side. It’s calling to you, manifesting around you. Let it consume you. Let it fuel your hatred for the man who stole your lover away from you. ”

Hux lifts his hands up, palms open, suddenly feeling as though there’s electricity at his fingertips, pooling in his palms and spreading through his veins, making his heart beat faster and his mind think quicker.

“This can’t be possible,” Hux mutters. “I’m not—”

“Oh, but you are, Armitage,” Snoke says, eyeing Hux carefully. “Or, should I say, apprentice.

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