Summary: The reader ends up on a double date with Dean and she is not happy about it. Will they have a good time or will they drive themselves and everyone else crazy?
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,979
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“I can’t do this. I’m leaving your ass here. Call me when you need to be picked up!” You declare strongly, ignoring the sheer panic flashing across your best friend’s pretty features.
“Don’t you dare. Let’s go!” Jenny huffs theatrically, grabbing a hold of your bicep and refusing to set you free.
“I did not agree to this.” You whine dramatically making your best friend suddenly shoot daggers at you.
“You agreed to go on this double date! Come on, Y/N. This is my first date with Sam and I’m really nervous. I need a buffer.”
“I figured my date would be someone I actually like. Sam has so many cute friends and he picked his god damn brother. What the fuck?”
Title: Shut Me Up Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader Rating:Very Mature Warnings: Alcohol use, knifeplay, blood play, lots of dirty talk, rough!Tyler, fun risky stuff, there’s a whole lot going on here. A/N: I’ve been trying to write something like this for some time now, and I have Bren to thank for finally giving me the push I needed to do it. If this goes over well, know that I’m writing some even darker stuff in the future, so you’ll have that to look forward to. Now, this is more intense than what I usually write, so make sure you read the warnings; if you neglect the warnings, and are displeased by what follows, don’t blame me. I have warned you. Enjoy!
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”
your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she
had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to
yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you
thought about it.
like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and
lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and
cool down your pre-sweating forehead.
• dUN DA DA DA DUN DUN DUN EEEAAAUUUOUUU
• everyone clapped for SO LONG when anthony enters like damn
• brandon SLAYED as burr tonight
• anthony had SO MUCH ENERGY like SHIT SON this boy was TURNT
• i didn’t know just how uninterested burr is during my shot he liTERALLY READS A BOOK IN THE CORNER BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• brrRRRRAAHH brrRRRRAAHH
• thayne has a booty???
• my shot choreography is LIT AF
• there’s a cool transition between my shot and story of tonight and i really appreciate it
• oNE LAST ROUND GENTS
• okay WOW i understand why everyone ships lams so much now
• john and alex totally fucked that night and no one can convince me otherwise like even later during farmer refuted john be walkin funny boi got laaaaaaid
• at first when peggy enters she looks excited then she realize where she is and imMEDIATELY LOOKS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• eliza is literally just dragging peggy behind her the whole time wtf
• eVeRyOnE??? is here during this song i did NOT expect that
• hEED NOT THE R-
• LITERALLY poor sam tho he came out to have a good time and got so attacked rn
• the rest of the hamilsquad has to distract burr so he can’t stop alex and i LOVE THAT DETAIL
• aMERICA, ITS NOT ME ITS YOU
• the choreography for you’ll be back is not what i expected AT ALL and it’s EVEN BETTER
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN
• rip ensemble member
• hErE cOmEs ThE gEnErAl
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN (reprise)
• no wonder washington is so petty BURR JUST SHOWED UP UNANNOUNCED IN HIS TENT AND ASKED FOR A JOB
• “close the door on ur way out” OHHHHHHHH
• alternatively: “close the door on ur way out” “we’re in a tent sir”
• that end choreography looks hard damn
• cARLEIGH HEY
• hEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
• the lanterns are cool
• ANTHONY DABBED DURING HELPLESS
• MY HEART
• flower girl hercules mulligan is my spirit animal
• what if #2830404827: what if hamilton was a harem anime
• salty unrequited romance song (feat. sisterly bonds and shit)
• wOAH THE REWIND CHOREOGRAPHY IS JUST HOLY S H I T
• tHIS IS FUCKING AMAZING THO LIKE THE ANGELICA POV DAMN
• bUT NOW SHELL NEVER BE SATISFIED
• tHERES HOPE FOR OUR ASS AFTER ALL
• the “you are the worst burr” line is even funnier live bAHAHAHAHAHAH
• why do i feel like theodosia isn’t real like that story is pretty fishy to me i mean a pretty girl?? married to a British officer?? who we never see ever?? *puts on skepticals*
• wAIT FOR IT (that cheeseburger i ordered an hour ago, where the fuck is it??)
• wait for it is such a small number live AS IT SHOULD BE IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE
• PREACHA PREACHA PREACHA
• TEACH YA TEACH YA TEACH YA
• everyone hates that guy vol. 1
• CHARLES LEE ™
• yES KICK HIS ASS JOHN
• counting to ten with increasing energy and homoeroticism ™
• the sexual tension between john and charles in this is fucking INSANE
• WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS
• THIS IS LIKE HAMILTON’S VERSION OF “I DONT DANCE” FROM FUCKING HSM2
• of course john shoots him he’s fucking amazing
• LEE FLAT OUT YELPS WHEN HE GETS SHOT AND JUST FLOPS ON THE FLOOR AHAHAHAHAH
• eVERYBODY DO THE FLOP
• daddy issues vol.1
• dOnT cAlL mE sOn
• eliza sings about support and that’s about it
• bUNS and cHIPS and sEVERAL TYPES OF DIPS
• jk I can rap the whole thing
• bish u thot
• sICK JUMPS
• GET YER RIGHT HAND MAN BACK
• wait at least think about the letter you sending first tho
• i think you misspelled “right” dude
• daddy issues resolved song
• history has its eyeeeeeees ooooon-wait we have to fight a war fuck
• lets go win ourselves a war bitches
• monsieur hamilton MONSIEUR L A F A Y E T T E
• the CHOREOGRAPHY
• everyone claps at the end of the dance sequence AS THEY SHOULD
• that’s a big ass flag u sure that’s a handkerchief lafayette?
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.1
• when he says “im so blue” he stamps his foot and the spotlight he’s in changes from red to blue bAHAHAHAHAH
• WELL GUESS WHAT?? YOU CANT GOVERN FOR SHIT AHAHAHAHHA
• “bye felicia” - king george III
• dear theodoge what 2 say 2 u
• the CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEM MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THEYRE STANDING OVER CRIBS
• uH OH
• JOHN NO
• J O H N
• having to watch the rest of the hamilsquad reading the letter in the back does NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER
• [through tears from last song] a-a…after the war i went back to n-new york
• this whole songs choreography is just WOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOW
• eVERYONE IS HERE WOAH
• rUN TO THE BATHROOMS
• pICK UP THE HAMILTINI
• bUY A TSHIRT
• rUN BACK
• [JAZZ HANDS]
• oh damn the slaves are here
• S A L L Y H E M I N G S I S H E R E
• thomas we are engaged.
• seth is having WAYYYYYYY too much fun
• gonna just prance around here
• ITS THE RAP BATTLE
• THEY HAVE MICROPHONES
• JEFF DROPS THE MIC AND MADISON CATCHES IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
• cabinet audience is unamused
• [PRANCES WILDLY] WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO
• i love that tjeffs is totally chill until alex insults mads and he immediately just is like NO ONE INSULTS MY BOYFRIEND
• exCUSE ME?!?????
• “that’s an order from your comman-i mean president”
• UN DEUX TROIS
• PHILIP MY BABY
• CAN YOU NOT DIE JUST THIS ONE SHOW
• ANTHONY WENT BALLISTIC WHEN HE SAID CINQ LIKE HE SUDDENLY WAS LIKE “un deux trois catre CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINQ”
• oh please angelica your comma flirting is nothing compared to the shit alex and john exchanged
• my love interests are either upstate or dead therefore i shall have an affair and immediately regret it
• NOOOOOOO SIRRRR
• i like the lampposts they look nice
• I NEED TO BE AT THAT DINNER PARTY
• alex still looks shook from his affair at the beginning of room where it happens lmao
• PREVIOUSLY CLOSED, BROS
• OSHIT THAT TABLECLOTH JUST
• burr does some shit vol.1
• “daddys gonna find out any minute” [velociraptor screeching in background] “…..im sure he already knows”
• BURR BYE 👋
• DADDYS CALLING
• salt squad unite
• I LOVE THAT BURR JUST POPS UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND JEFF LOOKS SO SHOOK WHEN HE STARTS RANDOMLY SINGING
• wHICH I WROTE
• i dIDNT KNOW HE WASNT ONSTAGE UNTIL THAT LINE
• daddy issues vol.2
• im sorry but fucking what
• shut up and have a drink
• ALEX TAKES MULTIPLE SHOTS BEFORE WRITING THE ADDRESS AAHAHHAHAAHHA SAMEEEEEEEEE
• THAYNE IS WEARING A FANCY HAT
• [WEEPS] GEORGE WASHINGTONS GOING HOME
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.2
• JOHN ADAMS FFFFFFFFFFF
• GEORGE STAYS ON AND MIMICS BURR AHAHHAHAHAH
• SIT DOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER
• they all enter one by one and you can just see alex get more and more stressed out with each one that comes in
• IM GONNA JUST REVEAL MY AFFAIR FOR NO GOOD REASON TO MY ENEMIES WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA I NEED TO TELL THE WORLD FIRST
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA EITHER FUCK
• oF COURSE SHES NOT HERE FOR YOU NUMBNUTS
• [is lowkey salty about congratulations not existing]
• the song sounds so serious on the album but the choreography makes it SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAH
• GEORGE IS HERE
• HOLY SHIT THERES ACTUAL FIRE IN BURN
• SHIT SON
• oh no
• OH NO
• O H N O
• [CRIES FOREVER]
• [CRIES SOME MORE]
• wait there’s an election fuck
• vOTE BURR BITCHES
• hE DIDNT VOTE BURR BITCHES
• OH NO
• O H N O
• THIS IS WHY YOU DONT THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT
Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.
Yoongi flinched. It was bad enough
trying to make small talk with everyone at the table without some random person
from a different table tapping him on
the shoulder and talking to him too.
“What two?” He asked. He was fairly
sure he had never seen the person before, but they looked far too happy to see
him to be a stranger.
“You two!” The man said, and the
women he was sitting with squealed.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” She
“Do I want to?” Yoongi couldn’t
help it, he just wanted the day to be over—not because he wanted to get you
alone, or because he wanted to get to know you better (he couldn’t get to know
you in front of people who thought he already knew you so well) that would be
ridiculous. He was just tired.
“Yoongi, who’re your friends?”
Taehyung asked, drawing the rest of the table’s attention.
“Oh, we don’t know each other.” The
man said quickly, and Yoongi glanced over at you. You looked just as confused
as he felt, which was no help at all.
“We saw them on youtube.” The women
“You saw who?” You said, eyes wide.
“What kind of video?” Jungkook
“I’ll show you!” The women dug her
phone out of her purse, pulling up something on it before passing it over to
Yoongi. “It’s trending.”
There on the screen, you and Yoongi
sat at the baby grand piano playing “Heart and Soul.” Both of you were
laughing, nudging each other when one made a mistake. What caught Yoongi’s
attention though was the way you looked at him in the glances you sent his way.
He had seen them earlier, of course, but thought they were his imagination.
There was a sparkle in your eyes, and something so genuine in your smile. The
worst part was how he looked back at you.
The two of you looked like the
perfect couple—happy, loving, and comfortable with each other. The comments
were full of people saying that they wanted a relationship like that, and
asking “when are they going to get married?”
Yoongi wanted to leave. He wanted
to stand up and walk out of the restaurant, his job be damned. He could catch a
cab back to the airport and never see you again, delete your contact from his
phone and erase you from his mind.
Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.
A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.
“I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”
"We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.
“How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”
“The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”
The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.
“Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.
“Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.
“No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much. Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.
Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.
Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.
"A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,144 (minus the flashback)
language!!, fluff, mentions of past cheating, confrontation, crying
Tags are closed. I wrote this so quickly because I got super motivated by all your messages. I think the angst is winding down. This is a turning point for reader, and I’m excited for her. Also, Bucky’s got a lotta ‘splainin’ to do!
Reylo and why it’s a problem beyond any shipper war….
part of many shipper wars over the years. Absolutely crazy and disgusting ones
that left me wondering why I had ever joined the fandom in the first place. I
have seen people call each other retarded and freaks over a ship and bully
people, stalk their social media accounts… I have seen people insult actors and
writers on social media over shipping - even sending them death threats (!!!!),
I have seen people insult the significant others of actors because their ship
wasn’t happening in real life as well… You name it, I’ve probably seen it. Some
of these things also take place in the Star Wars fandom and I find them just as
appalling and disgusting as I do in any other fandom. However I have become
used to this insanity to a certain point and so there is a level of
shipping-craziness I can ignore. Is this good? Probably not, but that’s simply
what happens when you are confronted with bullshit for years and years, you
become immune to it to a degree.
What I have
seen in the Star Wars fandom recently though has crossed my line…and sometimes
it has not just crossed it, it jumped past the line and blew itself into the
freaking stratosphere of unacceptable behaviour.
started out as somewhat of a crack ship, something that exists in almost any
fandom. The villain + the hero… people writing fanfics about it, enjoying the
idea. No problem so far because what you imagine in fics and have as a head canon
can be problematic and unrealistic. As long as you are aware of it and don’t
take it too seriously, everything’s cool.
started to blow out of proportion when people suddenly became convinced that it
will be canon. And that it’s the only acceptable, interesting canon, and that
the entire Star Wars crew is playing some giant goose chase game with the
fandom and only the Reylos get it. Shipping Reylo became some sort of detective
game that only the truly smart people can figure out. Hidden clues, fairytale
motives… Half of it seemed like we had suddenly entered a real life conspiracy
All of this
is weird and insulting the intelligence of non-shippers but it can still be
overlooked with an eyeroll. The real problems began when people started to
justify why Reylo is better than any other ship and entirely unproblematic. They
did not stop at plot points and hidden clues…no! In the course of defending
their ship as a realistic option for the future of Star Wars, huge issues arose
that made Reylo even MORE problematic instead of making it more acceptable.
Issue 1: The
treatment of Finn
Some of the
biggest treats of any ship are obviously other ships that involve one of the
characters. In case of Reylo the biggest treat is Finnrey, ie. the ship between
Rey and the character she spent the majority of time with during TFA. This ship
somehow had to be discredited. Looking at the dynamic between Finn and Rey in
the movie, making this ship not just unrealistic but downright horrible should
be quite a challenge. Yet it was shockingly easy for the Reylo fandom. Not by
using any valid plot points, but by stepping over lines that should never be
crossed, not only in fandoms but in society in general: racism, homophobia and
for many reasons, an absolutely groundbreaking and incredibly important
character in the Star Wars franchise. Played by John Boyega, a man of colour,
he is one of the few POC lead characters in any major franchises, cinema and TV
alike. But not only that, the character himself is representing an incredibly
important arc: A person brainwashed by an ideology for most of his life
questioning this ideology and breaking free from it, breaking out of a facist
organisation, refusing to follow their blind ideals and joining the fight
against them. Finn becomes a hero in TFA for many reasons. He saves Rey, the
other lead of the movie, several times and it is obvious she adores him. So the
version of Finn we are presented with in TFA is that of a hero who becomes best
friends with the heroine.
many members of the Reylo fandom considered it necessary to reinterpret this
version of Finn to the point he became unrecognizable to justify why he is
wrong for Rey. The fact that he broke out from the First Order suddenly became
an act of cowardness because he was not strong enough to kill for them. His
fear when he ran away from the facist organisation that turned him into nothing
more but a number was interpreted as weakness. Him pretending to be a member of
the Resistance was not seen as the act of someone ashamed of where he came from
or someone who thought no one would trust him if they knew the truth – it was
seen as a character flaw. His lie to personally get to save Rey from the First
Order was interpreted as a sign of him being a pathologic liar instead of
someone who would do everything for his friend. Even his motives were questioned…wondering
if he REALLY left the First Order or might just be a double agent, trying to
infiltrate the Resistance, even though there is absolutely no evidence for it
in TFA! The fact that a man of colour is villainized, ridiculed, made out as
weak and essentially a loser, who did everything just because of fear and
because he is a liar, when all of his character’s storyline does originally
make him look like a hero, is wrong on so many levels that I don’t even know
where to start - and all of this seemingly to justify why he is not a suitable
love interest for Rey! The fact that people did this with ease can’t help but
make you wonder if they could do so because of their internalized racism. In
this scenario a black man is made unworthy of a white heroine, even though his
character was meant to be a hero just like she is. Turning a black man into a
pathetic loser, even though his storyline contradicts it completely, falls
right into racist behaviour patterns… especially if you do so to justify why a
white character, who was constructed as a villain, is a better choice for the heroine
than the black character who was constructed as a hero.
however just one kind of mistreatment Finn receives. Other scenarios involve
Finn being gay to get him out of the way as a love interest for Rey. This way
of thinking does not interpret Finn as gay for the sake of equality and
representation but mainly to make him unsuitable as a love interest for the heroine.
To use the sexuality of a character only to make room for a ship is obviously a
totally wrong way of approaching homosexuality in fiction. Connected to this is
people’s reception of some of Finn’s characteristics: for whatever reason many see
Finn as unmanly, because he shows fear and seeks for support in dangerous,
scary moments. This apparent unmanliness of his made some come to the
conclusion that he is gay. So a man who does not fit into stereotypical ideas of
how a man should be like… of course has to be gay, implying that a gay man is
unmanly due to his sexuality? URGHS! If this is not the conclusion drawn by
people, another popular one is that the “unmanly” Finn is not strong enough for
Rey. Yet many of the people who express these ideas have no problem with Finn
potentially being with a WOC who will be introduced in the Last Jedi. So he is
too weak for Rey but not for an Asian woman they know nothing about? Does this
scream racism? It obviously does…
tactic is….ignoring Finn. Removing him from all discourse, from all fan art and
fan fics, erase him in pictures and switch him for Kylo Ren. Not only does this
make no sense looking at the actual movie, but it removes the movie’s black
lead from his rightful position. You can’t tell me it doesn’t leave a sour
taste in people’s mouths if TFA’s black hero is switched for the white villain?
In the end it’s the erasure of a black person, no matter how you look at it.
And that is just WRONG.
summarize: If your tactics to convince people of your ship involve sidelining
and demonizing a POC character or discrediting a man because he doesn’t fit
into stereotypical masculine characteristics… you got a problem.
The racist attacks towards other fans and John Boyega
to pretend this is a tiny issue and does not reflect the fandom but… Something
like this can never be a tiny issue! I am not saying that no vile, wrong
actions took place outside of the Reylo fandom (check out the very beginning of
this post…I acknowledge the usual shipper war insanity, which did take place
from all sides, not denying this for a second) – however there is a difference
between people insulting each other for a ship, and people sending anonymous
messages full of racist slurs to people of colour in this fandom because they
are against Reylo or adore Finn. That is, to put it mildly, an absolute
catastrophe and the fact alone that this sort of behaviour was inspired by a
ship is shocking. If you then remember that one character of this ship is in
fact a facist… It has “abort mission” written all over itself. Yet people did
not even manage to keep their trash inside of the fandom… it made its way into
the comments section of the actors’ social media accounts. One much cited
incident took place on Daisy Ridley’s instagram page, where people threw around
racist insults towards John Boyega. If anyone has followed her, they will know
she took down her instagram. I can only assume that this incident did not do
anything positive for her view of social media. Since apparently this is still
not enough, some racists feel the need to spread lies about John Boyega,
turning him into a sexual predator even… I don’t think I have to explain that this
is absolutely, utterly unacceptable!! From slight, internalized racism to open,
inexcusable racism - we have now seen it all. This has to stop! And it will not
stop by the Reylo fandom insisting it’s not all of them. Of course it isn’t.
But that doesn’t make it any less of a giant problem! I could as well now draw
the conclusion that Reylo fans are okay with shipping Rey with a facist because
they are okay with facism…. and racism. It would be unfair to many of them,
sure… but let’s be serious…can anybody be blamed if they come to this
conclusion at this point? And is it such a crazy idea to assume that this ships
draws in racists and facists??
The reinterpretation of Kylo Ren as a misunderstood anti-hero
preferred way to make the villain Kylo Ren worthy of Rey is to try and explain
why he is the way he is. This goes beyond a serious psychological analysis of
why he turned into a facist murderer. It is used to turn him into a guy who is
not responsible for his actions and actually kinda nice. “Poor Ben Solo was
targeted by Snoke in the womb, in the WOOOOMB!! He couldn’t do anything about
it. His childhood was traumatizing (why exactly we do not know), he had nobody
and so of course he fell into Snoke’s hands, the poor boy! He is so lonely and
misunderstood!” I can’t even count how often I have read these kinds of things.
Yet in TFA itself we have examples of people who were brought up by the First
Order (Finn) and abandoned by their parents on desert planets (Rey), but
neither of them follows Kylo Ren’s path at this point. Neither of them is
drowning in self pity and going around killing and torturing people. So
resistance is possible, even IF you are related to facists and even IF some
dark force is targeting you. Portraying Kylo Ren as the victim of this
storyline is doing injustice to all the people who suffered from his actions.
He is not a brainless puppet. He made a decision. Maybe he will realise himself
that it was the wrong one… but never in Star Wars has it seemed like those who
join the Dark Side did so because they were brainwashed and had no other
choice. Mostly they did it for selfish reasons and from everything we can see
at this point, so did Kylo Ren. Does his background story make it
understandable why he became evil? It seems so. It is meant to. But it is not
meant to excuse his behaviour or make him a victim. Anakin, even before he
became Darth Vader, always had the potential to be evil because of his
character traits. It is the same for Kylo Ren and also Luke. Luke chose to
become a Jedi and Kylo Ren chose the Dark Side. So no, he is not innocent, he
isn’t a victim, he isn’t an anti-hero… He is a murderer, plain and simple. So
turning him into some emo Disney-Prince is nothing but disturbing. It alters
the story and changes what he truly is. Many do this to make him worthy of Rey
and so that they can keep the illusion alive that he can be completely redeemed
and fall into her arms. This is however not logical and should not happen under
any circumstances if the Star Wars writers take their own writing and the
legacy of the saga seriously. A facist and murderer is no misunderstood puppy.
He is evil. If people romanticise him, they have issues. But then there’s also
a serial killer fandom, right? And tbh I see clear similarities between that
and some of the Kylo Ren fandom…
Diagnosing Kyle Ren with all sorts of mental illnesses does not make him a better
person either. Nowhere among the symptoms of depression, PTSD etc. will you
find “turns person into a facist killer”. The idea alone that blaming his acts
on what could be a mental illness is insulting every single person who struggles
with mental illnesses! It makes it seem like they are all potential murderers!
This is HORRIBLE!
The acceptance and downright glorification of a facist regime
If only all
members of the Reylo fandom tried to make it a possibility by redeeming Kylo
Ren. This is of course also problematic to the moon and back, yet it is still preferable
to the other option, which is to say that he has the right to do what he does.
I have seen people say that the Republic is evil and someone had to do
something against it, so what if they take drastic measures? (like killing
everyone??) I have seen fanfics were people wrote about Nazi experiments like
it’s some kind of kink. I have seen people call Kylo Ren and Hux “extra”, as if
they were some fun drama queens and not members of a facist regime. I have seen
people who hope Rey becomes evil, so that she and Kylo Ren become some evil
super couple. What is this meant to say about the people who do and say these
things? Some of them seem to see all of this as some joke, pointing out again
and again that it is not real. Sure, supporting this in real life is a huge
step further than squeeing over murderers in fiction… however if you see your
views as unproblematic and hope they will find support in canon… God, I don’t
even want to think about this… it’s just NUTS.
Issue 5: The
interpretation of abusive behaviour as sexy and romantic
To make the
scenes Kylo Ren and Rey share in TFA romantic, they require a certain interpretation.
Take the torture scene. People say things like “He was sitting by her side,
waiting until she wakes up herself because he didn’t want to wake her” So we
have a villain that ties up a heroine to get information out of her. He sits
down and watches his prisoner for a certain time, waiting until the prisoner
wakes up. The idea that he admires her looks in this scene is something I have
often seen as an argument why this scene is romantic. However people seem to
ignore that this is not, let’s say, a friend who is staying in the same place
with someone and watches them sleep. This is a villain who knocked out a woman,
tied her up and now waits for her to wake up to get information out of her. Is
this really a romantic situation or a creepy one? Another argument as to why
this scene is romantic is that he apparently holds her captive in his private
rooms. I have no idea if there is any evidence for this, but is it really
romantic that a villain keeps a woman imprisoned in his private rooms to read
her mind? Or is it an abusive action by a kidnapper who clearly has disturbing
ideas? I mean imagine you get knocked out and kidnapped by someone and then
wake up in a dark room, with the person who kidnapped you watching you in
silence? Would you find this creepy or cute?
Even if we
take a look at the kidnapping scene itself people can’t seem to get over the
fact that Kylo Ren carries an unconscious Rey. Could this be a romantic moment
in another context? It surely could be. IF he had not been the one to knock her
out in the first place, and IF he was not carrying her into his spaceship to get
information out of her (by torturing her with his powers)! We are not watching
a man carrying his unconscious love to safety. We are watching a villain carry
the unconscious heroine into the enemy’s headquarters. This is a scary
situation, NOT a romantic one!
we have to end this with their final fight. Arguments I’ve heard mainly talk
about how he did not kill her because he has a soft spot for her. Not only does
this ignore the fact that he was quite severely injured during this scene but
also the obvious reason why he is so interested in her. He wants her power. He
wants to train her, wants her to join HIS side of the force because she is
crazily powerful. Is her unique power enough of a reason not to kill her at
this point? Of course it is! People who are strong with the force are rare and
special. You do not just chop their heads off if they don’t directly do what
you want. So no, this is again not a romantic scene. It is a scene between the
villain of the movie and the heroine where he is trying to bring her to his
side. Something else I keep hearing is that they apparently exchanged romantic
looks when she escapes and he lies in the snow. He was just defeated by a scavenger
from a desert planet! He, the mighty Kylo Ren! He knows that there probably won’t
be a way around her on his way to power! And she knows that the head of the
First Order wants to get his hand on her because of her power, because of
something she never wanted to be part of. This is a “Holy Shit, this is our
future” – moment. This is the start of an epic fight. Not two lovers staring
longingly at each other!
All scenes between Rey and Kylo Ren get reinterpreted as romantic, even if they
are creepy, abusive and potentially lethal. Dare I claim that they would not be
seen as such if they would not take place between a young woman and a young
man? The fact though that these two people could theoretically put together
their sexual organs should not make these scenes romantic or nice or hot. That
people interpret them this way is more than problematic and makes it look like
they find abuse, kidnapping and trashing each other with light sabers cute,
when it would honest to God not be in any other context.
The sidelining of Rey in favour of Kylo Ren’s character development
arguments for Reylo seem to centre around Kylo Ren and the redemption this
relationship could bring to him. No words about why it is a great idea for Rey
or why it should further her character development to fall for the villain.
Kylo Ren often suddenly takes the position of the hero, it becomes his
storyline and she, the actual heroine, becomes an asset that is being used to
make him a better person. She is supposed to save the lonely, misunderstood man
from his misery. Why she should do this mostly seems obscure. Most of these
scenarios are combined with Issue 3. Kylo Ren’s crimes are downplayed, so that
Rey can fall in love with him and “save” him. So again… canon Kylo Ren’s
actions have to be reinterpreted and canon Rey’s storyline shoved aside in favour
These six issues are my main reasons to stay
away from the Reylo fandom. I have mostly experienced it as a toxic space for
reasons that go beyond the usual shipper war problems. Even though I have read
some of the theories and tried to stay open-minded… it was simply not possible
looking at all the problematic and sometimes downright disgusting things that
were happening all around. I only hope for the sake of Star Wars that Reylo
stays nothing but a fanon ship and that this will somewhat calm down the
situation. Canon Reylo could give power to people who clearly should not have any.
Request: Can you write a fic where Sam Winchester pretends he need the reader’s help with something or fakes an emergency or something whilst she’s on a date because he is extremely jealous and loves her and wants to get her away from her date?
Finishing the last swipe of your lipstick, you step away from the mirror in an attempt to spot any mistakes or flaws you might have missed. It’s not often that you get the opportunity to take a night away from your hectic, hunting lifestyle (let alone a Saturdaynight, at that) and spend it like you used to before you got involved in all of this- going on a date.
When you had told Sam and Dean, your hunting partners as well as your best friends, that you were going on a date, they were shocked. It was a mixture of “I’m proud of ‘ya, kid,” and smirking from Dean, and “Don’t you think you should spend our one night off work relaxing?” followed by a frown from Sam.
You ignored them both, determined to have fun tonight. Sam was right- this was your one night off from work, and you’d be damned if you didn’t spend it the right way. Relaxing, however, was not part of that. When hunting becomes your life, and you have a serious lack of privacy and free time due to spending every waking moment with the Winchesters, you’re very much hoping that this date ends in a very exciting way.
Could you write a story based on Cold by Maroon 5?
Hii, thank you very much for your request and your patience. I know it’s been forever since I posted something and I know I still have so many requests to write. I don’t know when I’ll get to them though, I’m struggling with a few things right now and feel like I have to focus on myself. I’m sorry if this is sloppy and confusing but I tried my best.xxx
Sometimes Harry thinks it’s his fault. That maybe he did something wrong that pushed her away from him but when he goes through every situation in his head he comes up with nothing.
They’re engaged. For eight months.
She said yes when he asked her to marry him. She had tears in her eyes when he told her how wonderful she is. How much he loves her. Always. Forever.
She had the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her face when he pushed the ring onto her ring finger.
She showed emotion. She doesn’t do that anymore.
It’s like she’s not even herself anymore. When Harry met her for the first time he was speechless. He never met someone who had such an aura. He knew from the second his eyes landed on her that she was an absolute sunshine. She was glowing. She was happy.
She lost that three months ago.
When he got to know her, he knew she was the one. The one he would love with all his heart, forever. The one he would marry someday.
Now he isn’t sure anymore.
He couldn’t understand it. They had that kind of love you see in movies. That kind of love people write poems and songs about. It was perfect. But somehow it felt like she forgot that on their way.
Nowadays there were no tender touches. Whenever they kissed it felt different. They didn’t kiss because they wanted to show their love and affection for each other. It felt forced.
There were no loving words either. There was only silence. It was killing him.
The only mistake Harry made was to let it get this far. He didn’t realize what was happening at first, he assumed the honeymoon phase was over and all that lovey-dovey stuff would die down. He hated the thought of that but he thought it was normal in a long term relationship.
When he realized there were no loving gestures whatsoever he knew something different was going on. It was too late though. Y/N shut him out completely and he felt like he couldn’t get to her anymore. He didn’t feel her anymore.
Not even when they were sleeping in the same bed, under the same covers. He always used to hold her in any way, sometimes just her hand but often her whole body. He couldn’t reach her anymore.
Sometimes Harry thought it would be better if she just ended it. It was obvious she didn’t want this anymore, she didn’t act like they were together even though they used to be so in love. He always wondered why she was still here. Why she didn’t just pack her things and leave. Why was she still holding on?
But whenever these thoughts crossed his mind he felt a pang in his chest, a pain in his heart. He didn’t want her to leave. He loved her. Always. Forever.
That’s why he gave her time. Time for whatever she was going through. He gave her space. Even though he feared it would only push her away more.
But then came the point where Harry felt like he couldn’t do it anymore. You can only sacrifice your love for so long until the pain spreads from your heart through your whole body. He needed her. Needed her love. Her warmth. Her touch. Her kisses. Just her.
So during one evening he decided he had enough. He couldn’t hold it all back anymore. He knew that if he was without her touch for another second he would die inside.
When he slipped under the covers beside her he didn’t keep as much distance as he used to lately. He was close to her. For the first time in what seemed like forever. He wasn’t touching her though. But he could feel her warmth.
He saw her reaction. He saw how she flinched. How her fingers started to shake as she turned the page of her book. She was reading a romantic story. Ironic, Harry thought.
When her hand fell onto her stomach again Harry took a deep breath and reached out to take it. His fingers wrapped around hers, his thumb stroking over her knuckles once. Somehow it felt familiar. But also like it was the first time he’s ever held her hand.
Her head snapped in his direction, her eyes wide. They flickered from their joined hands to his face a few times until her lips parted.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, but the irritation was clear.
“I’m holding your hand.” Harry replied.
Her eyes flickered to their hands again.
“C-Can you please let go?” she asked after a moment.
Harry was sure his heart broke. He was sure she could hear it shattering. He diverted his eyes to the sheets underneath him, clearing his throat awkwardly. He didn’t let go though. He wouldn’t let her continue like this. She had to understand what she did to him.
“Why won’t you let me hold your hand?” he questioned.
He watched how she closed her eyes for a second before she opened them again, unshed tears making them look glassy now.
There’s been times she rarely called him Harry. Baby. Darling. Sweetheart. Love. Those were his names.
He looked straight into her eyes, his fingers squeezing hers. No. He wouldn’t let go.
He saw how she flinched again. How her eyes closed again and more tears rimmed her eyes.
His thumb stroked over her fingers again. Again and again. Just how he used to. Until he stopped. Until he felt his heart break again. His eyes snapped to her fingers. To one finger in particular. It was bare.
“Y-You took your ring off?”
He felt like someone punched him. Like someone was slowly cutting through his heart.
That’s when the first tear hit the sheets.
“Why would you take off your ring?”
Y/N took her hand away from his, the disconnection sending chills through Harry’s body.
Her eyes were dancing all over the room but never landing on his. She did that on purpose.
“You don’t want to marry me anymore?”
That’s when she started full on crying.
“No! You don’t get to cry now. Just tell me what the fuck is going on lately!”
“N-Nothing.” she stuttered and turned her back to him.
“Nothing?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You pulled away from me completely. I can’t reach you anymore, not emotionally and god forbid physically. You act like we are not together. Like we don’t love each other.”
When he didn’t get a response other than her whimpers and sniffles he felt like he was being suffocated.
“We do love each other, right?” he asked in almost a whisper.
He felt his own tears sliding down his cheeks when again she didn’t say anything. He stood up then, running a hand through his hair and looking at her back, how her shoulders shook with silent sobs. He shook his head and made his way to the ensuite-bathroom.
“I do love you!” she cried out just before he reached the bathroom door.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks but didn’t turn around.
“I love you.” she whimpered again.
He turned around slowly and looked at her.
“You don’t act like you do.”
“I know I don’t. But I do.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to, I guess.”
Harry’s eyes caught hers immediately.
“So that’s it? You won’t fight? What made you give up?”
“No, I want to know. I want to know what the fuck happened that made you pull away from me. I want to know since when you feel like you can’t talk to me. I want to know when you lost the will to fight.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes, the nervous fiddling with her fingers. But his intense stare made her open up.
“I never understood how you could love me.”
Y/N took a deep breath before she went on.
“You’re this incredible man who’s always nice and well mannered and knows exactly what he wants. Whatever you do, it’s perfect. You’ve achieved everything in you life that you wanted. No matter what others say, you always keep going. You’re confident and strong. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with you, you knocked me off my feet within the first week of knowing you. When someone asked me what I love about you I could tell them billions of things. You always said you felt the same about me. I always thought you were insane. I was sure it was only the honeymoon phase which made you think you feel the same about me. When the sappiness and cheese died down a bit I got terrified. I thought that you would realize that you only imagined all those feelings. That you would realize I’m not as special as you originally thought. I’m a normal girl, I’m boring. I love to lay on the couch all day and watch movies and eat ice cream. I go out with my girlfriends and talk about boys. I can’t cook. I can’t dance. I can’t sing. I hate how I look in photos. I’m incredibly sarcastic. I’m shy. I get tired when I’m drunk. I-”
“Stop putting yourself down.” he interrupted her.
“It’s true, Harry. You’re everything I’m not. I never understood what you saw in me. I never understood what you could love about me. And when the honeymoon phase stopped I was so goddamn scared. I was sure that it was only a matter of time until you left. And because I was sure you would break my heart I tried to protect myself and pulled away a bit. And you did too, you didn’t try to reach out at first. And when you tried to, I thought it would be better to shake it off. And then you stopped trying, ever since then I was only waiting for you to call me out on my behavior. I know you’re going to leave now. And that’s okay, kind of expected it anyway.”
When she stopped talking Harry couldn’t do anything but stare at her. He didn’t understand it. Nothing of what she just said made any sense.
“You are absolutely insane.” he finally breathed out.
He sat down beside her and grabbed her hand again, this time she didn’t fight it.
“I don’t have any idea what the hell is going on in your head right now. I don’t know what the hell I did to make you feel that way.”
He shook his head and sighed.
“When I met you for the first time it felt like I breathed for the first time in my whole life. You looked at me and I knew my whole life just changed. When I got to know you I couldn’t believe how incredibly amazing you were. I still remember what my mum said after she met you: She’s a sunshine. And I said no. She’s the sun. My sun. You were the light in my life. You made me realize what the word ‘love’ means. I fell in love with you so goddamn fast and hard. I knew I wanted to marry you after a few months because I knew you were the one for me. I knew I would love you forever. And when you said yes when I asked you to marry me I was sure I was the happiest man to ever walk the earth. When you started to distance yourself from me I didn’t know what to do. I was scared what would happen so I gave you space but you pulled away from me more and more. And all that just because you thought I don’t love you?”
His eyes searched hers and they both saw the hurt in each others eyes.
“I love you. I love you with my whole heart. With everything I have. I love you with every fiber of my being. I proved it with the ring… but you took it off.” he finished with a whisper.
His thumb ran over her bare finger where the symbol of his love should be. Y/N lowered her head to look down at their hands and intertwined her fingers with his for the first time in three months.
“I had to get it resized.” she whispered.
“I know we already got it resized but it was still a bit big so I decided to bring it to the store again. It’s ready tomorrow.”
“You didn’t take it off?”
“No. I would never take it off.”
Harry smiled softly at her and squeezed her hand.
“I’m quite stupid, aren’t I?” she said after a moment of silence.
Harry chuckled and shook his head a bit.
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
She laughed softly and shook her head as well. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Harry leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’m so goddamn sorry.” she whispered after a bit.
“No. What I did was so unfair to you.”
She pulled back from him and looked at the ground.
“I hurt you for months. Three goddamn months in which I broke my own heart but more importantly yours. And all that just because I’m so incredibly insecure.”
“It’s not all your fault, love. I must have given you a reason to doubt my love for you.”
She looked at him again and sighed.
“But that’s exactly it, you didn’t. You never gave me a reason to doubt you.”
Harry lifted the hand that wasn’t holding hers to her cheek and stroked over her skin.
“It’s okay, my love. C'mere now.”
He opened his arms and signaled for her to sit down on his lap. She did, after a bit of awkward shuffling she positioned her knees on either side of his hips and sat down on his thighs. They haven’t been this close in so long. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and pulled her as close as possible. Y/N slung her arms around his neck and breathed in his smell. The smell she missed so much.
They both didn’t know how long they’ve been in this position before Y/N pulled back. Her hands were on his cheeks, cupping his face. She searched his eyes for a moment before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a soft and lingering kiss.
“I think… I have to get help.” she told him in a whisper when she pulled back.
Harry searched her eyes but didn’t say anything, he wanted her to go on before he said anything.
“I-I don’t know what’s happening with me and I don’t think I can do this alone.”
“You’re not alone, my love. I’m here.”
“I know you are, but… I think I have to get professional help. I don’t think that what I did was normal. I pushed you away. I distanced myself from the one person I love with my whole heart. I’m constantly sad. I can’t sleep properly. I don’t think that’s normal.” she shrugged softly.
“Okay. We’ll get you help. And I’ll be here through all of this, okay? I won’t leave. I’ll be right by your side and help you wherever I can.”
She leaned down to kiss him again, her lips pressing to his softly but with so much love.
“No problem, love. Made a promise to love you, didn’t I? Always and forever.”
She was sitting with her friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty at their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Things were going as normal as much as they could in light of Jason’s murder and their own investigation of it, when Betty had proposed the idea of throwing Jughead a surprise party. However, her outburst was met with the confused expressions of her friends.
“What’s so insane about it?” Betty asked.
“Betty, Jughead is an introverted, introspective, artistic emo kid who hates his birthday. He would probably rather be forced to go see Britney Spears’ Vegas show than have a birthday party.”
“I’m with Y/N on this one, guys, he’ll just want to go to the movies like he does every year,” Archie said.
“But this year is different. It would just be us, his friends,” Betty said.
“And I would kill to start planning a party right around now,” Veronica added.
“And he’ll kill all of us for planning this party,” Y/N said.
Y/N was only slightly surprised that Betty wanted to throw Jughead a party. She was the sweet, bubbly girlfriend that would be a light in his life while Jughead was extremely comfortable being in the dark. She, Archie, and Y/N had known him the longest and were all too familiar with Jughead’s attitude towards his birthday. In fact, Y/N was about to continue arguing with her friends when her phone buzzed in her bag. She picked it up and her mouth went dry.
R: Meet me in the common room now.
Guilt began swelling up inside the seventeen year-old, but there was excitement mixed in it too. She and R never met in the common room before—-the locker room, under the bleachers, and the occasional empty classroom yes, but the common room never. Part of her wanted to hit R for being so stupid as to want to meet her in such a public place and the other part eagerly texted Ok before dropping the phone back in her bag.
“I’ll be right back, guys,” Y/N muttered.
The rest of her friends nodded and didn’t pay any mind as Y/N stood and wandered out of the cafeteria. As she made her way towards the common room, she couldn’t help but check her hair, make sure her makeup was in order, and straighten out her long sleeved white button-down. Her body buzzed with excitement and anxiety when she finally reached the common room. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting on the couch was a smiling Reggie Mantle.
“Took you long enough,” Reggie teased.
“Shut up. Why did you want to meet here?” Y/N asked. “Anyone could see us.”
“That’s exactly why I picked it.”
Reggie walked over to her slowly and Y/N hated herself for admiring how sexy he looked doing it. His short dark hair fell lightly against his tan forehead, his dark eyes were trained on her, and his football-chiseled muscles strained against the navy t-shirt and fitted jeans he wore with every step. When he finally got in front of her, Y/N pressed herself against the door, wondering why she wasn’t shoving away the person who bullied Jughead or gave the rest of them such a hard time. Then, she remembered their first kiss on the Fourth of July, when this all started. Though she and Betty had been hanging out, Reggie had approached them with the offer of beer. Betty politely rejected his offer while Y/N accepted, confused as to why Reggie was being so nice to them all of a sudden. One became three and three became five, and during the fireworks, she and Reggie had snuck away from Betty and the others to make out. The next day, Y/N had felt so hungover and guilty, but when she tried to avoid Reggie, he wouldn’t let her, and they wound up making out again. Then, it turned into a full on, clandestine fling. There were many times Y/N wanted to break it off, but she could never bring herself to and she didn’t know why.
Y/N’s breath hitched when Reggie reached behind her to lock the door and close the blind in front of the narrow window. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, Y/N kissed back as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Reggie effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch and lay her down without breaking the kiss. Y/N ran her hands through his hair, fighting a moan when he bit her lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” Reggie whispered as he began kissing his way from her jaw down to her neck.
Y/N gasped not only because of Reggie’s amazing kissing skills but also because of his comment. Usually, he would call her “hot” or “gorgeous” along with a plethora of much dirtier words, but never did he call her beautiful.
“Reggie,” Y/N whimpered.
One of his hands slid down her body to the end of her shirt and he slid his hand underneath it, feeling the warm skin there. “Is this okay?”
Y/N nodded. Though they had met up countless times, they never went all the way. Y/N knew Reggie was experienced thanks to the playbook she found with Veronica and Betty, but Reggie was the only person she’d ever done anything with. In fact, Y/N was shocked when Reggie didn’t make fun of her when she stopped him the first time he tried to go all the way with her.
“I’m not a complete jerk, Y/N,” he had said.
But it was true. That must’ve been part of the reason why Y/N had continued their secret affair.
Y/N ran a hand through her hair as Reggie climbed back up her to kiss her jaw again. She couldn’t help but imagine her friends’ faces if they caught the two of them together. They would probably be in shock and Jughead would most likely never speak to her again—that was why Y/N usually felt awful when she and Reggie parted ways but would act normal in front of everyone else. However, he had stopped making fun of Jughead as much, but Y/N still felt a bit like a traitor.
“Reggie,” she muttered.
“All you have to say is my name? Really? You usually can’t shut up when you’re around your friends.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and sat up on her elbows to say something, but Reggie silenced her with a kiss. “I hate when you do that,” she said as they pulled away.
“No, you don’t.”
Y/N quickly lost track of time as they continued making out, loving the feeling of Reggie’s large, muscular arms around her waist and their hot embrace when she heard voices outside.
“What was that?” Y/N whispered.
“Probably just some freshmen, don’t worry about it.” Reggie kissed her again, but the voices got louder because they were getting closer.
Y/N panicked and shoved Reggie off of her as she tucked her shirt back into her black cigarette pants. “They’re trying to get in!”
“So what if they do?” Reggie tried to pull her back into him but Y/N pushed him back.
“They’ll tell people and it won’t take long before the whole school is talking about how Reggie Mantle, the head jock, scored with the nerd,” Y/N hissed in a whisper.
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
Then, the voices stopped, meaning that they were gone and Reggie’s words sunk in. Reggie couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t actually want people to find out about them, could he? “If you wanted to keep your reputation, yeah.” Y/N stood. “Why? What were you thinking?”
Reggie hesitated and then Y/N’s mind went to calculating and she quickly put two and two together. “I think we should be open about us.”
“That’s why you wanted to meet in the common room, so that we could get caught. But you still locked the door?”
“To throw you off.” Reggie sighed. “I’m tired of hiding you and sneaking around, Y/N. I want to be public about this.”
“Why could you possibly want that, Reggie? It makes no sense.”
Reggie maintained a straight, serious expression while looking at the y/h/c-ed girl. He never made that face when they were together and slowly, Y/N came to the startling realization. Immediately, she began shaking her head.
“No, you can’t—”
“But I do. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious or anything, but I really like you, Y/N. I like how you speak up, I like the way you laugh, and whenever someone upsets you, I get upset too and I’m sick of the guys talking about you because they don’t know you’re mine.”
“I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you.”
“You don’t know that.” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to look sassy, but Reggie arched an eyebrow and she sighed. “Okay, you know that one, but it would be insane for us to tell people!”
“For one thing, my friends hate your friends and vice versa. They would kill me if they knew about this.”
“If they would kill you for being with me, then they aren’t real friends.” Reggie got up and stood in front of Y/N. “I like being with you, Y/N, and I know you like me too, even if you can’t admit that to yourself. Let’s just tell people about us.”
Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head and pulled away from Reggie. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
She tore away from Reggie and practically sprinted out of the room. It hurt but didn’t doing the right thing always hurt? Though she did have fun with Reggie, she couldn’t keep her friends disappointed faces out of her head nor could she seem to figure out her mixed up feelings about Reggie. On one hand, he was a stereotypical jock who was about as dumb as a doornail but on the other hand, he was very gentle and kind to her. And it pained her so much to think she had hurt him. Y/N couldn’t possibly…
She cut off her train of thought as she pulled herself together and walked back into the cafeteria. Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Archie were still talking when she sat down.
“Oh good, you’re back! Archie’s on board with the party now,” Betty said carefully.
Archie shrugged and Y/N pursed her lips.
“What time should I be at your house tonight, Archie?”
The others were surprised at Y/N’s response and they began to plan the party more. However, Y/N knew that she was using this party as an excuse to get incredibly intoxicated and forget about Reggie.
A few hours later, Y/N was flexing her hands—-a nervous tick she developed at the ripe age of five—-in Archie’s foyer. Veronica, Ethel, and Betty had set up the decorations while Kevin and Archie figured out drinks.
“Y/N, quit pacing, everything’s going to be fine,” Archie said.
Y/N paused and narrowed her eyes at Archie. “You don’t know that. Jughead might implode from all of the emotions he’s been repressing for the last seventeen years or have a mental break down. He’ll kill us for agreeing to this.”
“Oh, Y/N, you worry too much. Maybe you should have some of the punch,” Veronica said as she walked in.
Veronica looked as pristine as always in a deep purple A-line dress with black pumps while Y/N felt ridiculous in a pink cropped sweatshirt, black leggings, and black ankle boots.
“What am I even wearing? No one wears a sweatshirt to a party. I should just go.”
“No way.” Veronica put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything’s going to be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“They’re here!” Kevin announced.
“I’ll take that drink now.”
Veronica laughed a little as Kevin and Archie dimmed the lights while everyone else got into position. Then, Betty and Jughead entered to the small surprise party. Y/N closed her eyes as she sipped her first cup of punch. She slowly walked to where the rest of the group was to find a stunned Jughead and a beaming Betty.
“What is this?” Jughead asked.
“A surprise party for you, Juggie,” Betty said.
“Happy birthday, Jughead,” Veronica said, handing Jughead his gift.
Jughead glanced at it before looking up at Archie. “You knew about this?” He glanced at Y/N next. “Both of you?”
“We just wanted to give you the birthday party you never had,” Archie said.
Jughead was interrupted by Betty singing “Happy Birthday” and giving him his birthday cake. He tried to be a good sport as he reluctantly blew out his candles, but it was obvious that he was burning on the inside.
It couldn’t get any worse.
The doorbell rang and Archie answered it. On the other side was none other than Cheryl and the rest of the junior class of Riverdale High.
“We heard there was a party and thought we would stop by,” Cheryl said.
“But you weren’t invited,” Veronica hissed.
“Aw, and we brought a keg and everything.” Cheryl fake pouted before turning to Archie. “What do you say, Archie-kins?”
Archie paused. “Set it up outside.”
And thus began the pandemonium. Loud Top 40 was blasting from the DJ’s speakers while all of us danced or played drinking games. Y/N lost her friends quite quickly but easily spotted a drunken Archie and Veronica in the middle of the living room. She stumbled over to them before she reached Archie, laughing when she accidentally spilled some of her drink on his shoes.
“Sorry, Archie,” Y/N called over the music.
“It’s fine! Wanna dance?”
Y/N nodded as she, Archie, and Veronica danced together. Somehow, Y/N ended up grinding on Archie while twirling Veronica in front of her. Veronica smiled lightly and leaned towards Y/N.
“I didn’t know you could dance!”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me!” Y/N giggled as she pulled Veronica close before casually switching places with her so that she could dance.
Archie didn’t seem to mind as the two of them got really into it, but Y/N casually continued twirling until someone grabbed her. She stumbled for a second before looking up and seeing a concerned Reggie staring at her.
“Reggie? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.
“Cheryl texted everyone about this. Can we talk?” Reggie asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No way, I’m at this party so I can forget about what happened?”
“Why would you want that?” Reggie asked.
“Because I felt bad about what I said.”
Reggie was stunned by Y/N’s confession but when he tried to probe her for more information, the drunk girl simply begged him to dance with her, which he obliged. Reggie spun her around before pulling her close, smiling at the way she was laughing so much. Then, he did the unthinkable and kissed her in front of everyone. Y/N hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Soon, they were making out in front of everyone and neither of them seemed to care. When they broke apart, Y/N’s forehead was resting against Reggie’s as she panted.
“That was fun,” she said.
“All right, everyone, time for secrets and sins!” Cheryl called over the music.
Y/N opened her mouth to respond to Reggie but got tugged away by Veronica and was forced to sit with her and Archie in the living room. Cheryl and Chuck looked much too confident for Y/N’s comfort, plus, she hadn’t realized that she had just made out with Reggie in front of everyone.
“What was that with you and Reggie?” Veronica asked.
“What?” Y/N asked.
“Okay, guys, you know the rules, it’s like truth or dare but you confess something. Ronnie,” Cheryl said cheerfully, “why don’t you go first?”
“I don’t want to play this stupid game, Cheryl,” Veronica said.
“Aw, come on, Ronnie, you’re sucking the fun out of it,” Chuck said.
Veronica glared at Chuck and Y/N shifted in her seat as she glanced at Reggie, who was sitting across the room from her. She felt bad as Reggie continued staring at the tips of his shoes.
“I’ll play.” Reggie looked at Y/N before looking at Cheryl. “Over the summer, I met this beautiful girl—-amazing hair, body, face—-and she was way out of my league, but I still went after her. We started sneaking around because her friends don’t like me and I was fine with that, but now, I’m tired of hiding it because I’m in love with her even though she’s smarter than me and could have any guy she wants and her friends hate me, but I don’t care.”
Y/N shook in her seat both from holding back tears and from nerves do to his confession. Foolishly, she wondered for a moment if Reggie could have been speaking about anyone besides her.
“And who is this amazing girl that’s got our Reggie Mantle head over heels in love?” Cheryl asked.
Reggie looked at Y/N. “She knows who she is.”
Chuck glanced between the two and laughed. “Y/N Y/L/N? Really, Reggie?”
“Shut up, Chuck,” Jughead snapped.
“Why should I? The Riverdale jock has been sneaking around with this nerd.” Chuck stared Y/N down and Veronica protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Maybe I should’ve taken you out.”
“Back off, Chuck,” Reggie spat.
Y/N suddenly felt nauseous and she whispered so to Veronica as she stood. Veronica stood with her and glared at Chuck, but Cheryl blocked their path.
“You don’t get to leave until everyone has a turn,” Cheryl said.
“You won’t care about turns when my friend vomits all over your Gucci boots,” Veronica shot back.
“But Y/N hasn’t told us how she feels about Reggie. Do you love him or were you just using him?”
Y/N glanced at Reggie, tears welling up in her eyes even more. Her drunken mind was far too jumbled up to create words, but her heart ache spoke enough for her. She could only imagine how hurt he was as Veronica led her out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. There, she emptied her stomach’s contents before resting her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. When she was done, Veronica helped her lean back and clean up. Then, Y/N burst into tears, disgusting, hiccuping tears. Veronica knelt to her level and tried to console her.
“What’s wrong?” Veronica said.
“I…I hurt him, s…so b-b-badly,” Y/N managed to say between sobs. “H-he t-t-told m-m-me th-that he w-w-wanted t-to be open ab-about u-u-us but I d-d-didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” Veronica asked.
“B-because a-all o-of you h-h-hate him a-and I f-fell for him! I-I didn’t want t-to lose any of you.”
Y/N expected Veronica to treat her coldly, say something classy but snarky, or quietly berate her. Much to her surprise, Veronica hugged her and rubbed her back.
“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Veronica said.
“Wh-what?” Y/N asked as she calmed down.
Veronica pulled away, smiling. “Sure, Reggie isn’t on the best terms with everyone, but you’re my friend and I care about you so if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”
Y/N sniffed. “Thanks, Veronica.”
“Anytime. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back outside.”
Y/N nodded and let Veronica help her clean up. By the time they got back outside, the party had dissolved with only Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie standing near the front door.
“What happened?” Veronica asked.
“Chuck took things a little too far,” Betty said.
Jughead looked up at the two, specifically at Y/N. “Is it true that you’ve been sneaking around with Reggie?”
“Yes,” Y/N whispered.
“And you never told us?” Betty added.
“No, but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, guys, I just finished making out with the guy you all hate and I actually love him too’,” Y/N replied.
That stunned her friends.
“You love him?” Archie finally asked.
“Yes, I may be a little drunk right now, but I love Reggie Mantle. He’s big, strong, funny, and respectful and I don’t care what any of you think.”
Archie was the first one to hug Y/N. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. But if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”
“And I’ll help him,” Veronica added.
“We all will,” Betty said.
Y/N frowned. “So, none of you care?”
“If he makes you happy, then I’m fine with it,” Betty said.
“And it might take a while for me to warm up to it but I’ll still support you,” Jughead said.
Y/N couldn’t believe it—-her friends actually supported her relationship with Reggie. She and Reggie could’ve been public sooner and they wouldn’t have had to hide in the first place, really.
“Is he still around?” Y/N asked.
“He’s outside, he was worried about you,” Jughead said.
Y/N took a deep breath before walking outside of Archie’s house. Reggie was sitting on the first step of the porch, his back facing her. For once, she felt calm around Reggie as she walked over to him and sat down. He glanced over when he saw her.
“You feel better?” Reggie asked.
“Yeah, a lot better.”
“Look, I’m sorry about what I said during that game—actually, I’m not because I love you and I want everyone to know and if your friends don’t like it, screw them because—”
Y/N cut him off with a sweet kiss before pulling away. “I love you too, Reggie, and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was too afraid of what my friends would think and they didn’t care at all, as long as I was happy with you.”
“And are you?”
“I think so.”
Reggie kissed her, making Betty, Veronica, and Kevin feel gushy while Jughead and Archie simply sighed in acceptance. All they knew was if Reggie hurt her in anyway, he would regret it.
You look around the overly crowded room of bodies worming past one another in attempts to pass through. The air was smoggy with the stench of smoke and alcohol. You were standing in the kitchen, near the large counter top and sink, idly searching for your friends who have long disappeared. Occasionally, you’d look down at your phone in hopes of a text message or a phone call but nothing.
Was it pathetic of you to be waiting around for your boyfriend (possibly ex,) to call you or even shoot you a small text?
You and your boyfriend had gotten into a huge argument a few nights ago where he snapped and wanted to break up. The thing is, that wasn’t exactly the first time he’s done that. He and you have gotten into countless arguments and sworn the relationship was over, but at one point he and you would make up before the cycle repeats. It was exhausting at times and during the mopey days, doubtful.
“In need of a boyfriend for the night?” A brunette male asked as he hops onto the counter.
Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing.
A/N: I started writing this about a year ago and left it alone after that. I was incredibly bored at work and managed to throw a little bit of it in there. For your information: the reader works as an optician (like myself!) but it’s not mentioned all that much. (I was actually looking for one of the most mundane-sounding job some one could do after modelling, and I found it XD) It’s been tweaked and improved (if I say so myself) and I hope you enjoy it!
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes”
You looked up from your work to stare straight into the eyes of none other than Carter Baizen; fucking. Carter. Baizen.
Completely baffled you stared for a few seconds, but quickly turned back to what you were doing. The man had hurt you more than you could bare. The filthy rich guy who came to you, a former working class girl, every once in a while to have a little fun for some time; only to up and leave without a word when he found something better. Until you were done that is; done with the modelling lifestyle, done with the too bright spotlights and especially done with Carter Baizen. You decided that there was nothing more left for you in New York city, and packed your bags and high tailed it out of there to Europe, back to your home country.
hey girl can you do one where the reader gets a lot of twitter hate and so they get really insecure and josh has to convince her he loves her no matter what? thanks so much, i love your work and you so much
JOSH DUN IMAGINE
triggers: hate messages, self hate (idk it’s not bad promise)
You know that you shouldn’t be scrolling through the hash tag “joshdeservesbetter” but you are, because you’re curious and because it’s trending. You also know that your eyes are watering but you’re on the tour bus and there is no way in hell you’re letting yourself cry in front of the guys. Another push of the refresh button, another new slew of tweets full of hate. The past few hours had consisted of scrolling through the comments written to tear you down. They seemed to be doing their job, however, because here you were with a sinking feeling in your chest as you read yet another hateful tweet. Were you really this awful? This annoying? This fat? Was your acne really that bad? Did your face bother people that much?
You can feel Josh watching you from the corner of your eye but he isn’t saying anything so you continue along your journey of self-inflicted torture. You’re another 5 tweets down when one particularly popular tweet catches your eye. It reads: ‘Josh’s natural light gets duller when Y/N’s at his side’ And that’s it. That’s what makes the tears fall. Do they think you don’t know this? You know you don’t deserve Josh. For God sakes you weren’t even dating when you first realized this. This is what keeps you up at night, knowing the person that you love deserves so much than you.
All those menacing thoughts were going through your head when a voice starts speaking, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Tyler asks.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just missing home, I guess.” God you were an awful liar. Hopefully this doesn’t sound like total bullshit coming out of your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I know it can get rough.” he replies.
“Yeah, it can,” you cough awkwardly before standing up, “I’m just gonna go clean up a bit, yeah?” You don’t even wait for a response from Tyler before you’re rushing past him. You needed to get out of there.
You had your eyes on the bathroom when you could hear someone approaching behind you.
“I know you don’t just miss home,” Josh says. He reaches out his hand and delicately brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face. You rub your running nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and look down at your feet.
“I do, I’m fine though-“ you lie.
But Josh knows better. He snakes his arm through yours and drags you to the back of the bus where the bunks are located. He sits on his, and all but pulls you down next to him.
“I saw you glued to your phone, talk to me,” he urges.
Josh’s arm winds around your waist, fingers resting gently on your side. Normally you wouldn’t mind the feeling, but not now that you had gained weight. You could feel Josh’s fingers digging into the fat on your side and it disgusted you. No doubt it disgusted Josh as well. You squirmed in Josh’s grasp; trying to move his hand away as tears filled your eyes once again. In response to your sudden embarrassment, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and allowed the tears to flow freely down your cheeks and into the hollow of Josh’s collarbones.
Josh slipped his hand underneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips gently pushing down the waistband of both your sweatpants and underwear to expose your hipbone fully. In a gentle pattern, his thumb started rubbing circles on the exposed skin. What used to be a comforting gesture was now nothing short of uncomfortable.
“Stop.” You murmured softly, your voice thick with tears. Immediately, Josh could tell that something was wrong, just in the tone of your voice.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, but his voice gave away just how concerned he was.
“Josh, do you think I’m… fat?” you asked softly, not daring to look into his eyes. You nervously played with the hem of your shirt, picking at a loose thread.
“What?” Josh said, sounding almost too shocked. Like an act. “Are you serious? What’s this about?”
“Just answer the question,” you pleaded. You had to know.
“No, love, I don’t think you’re fat.” Josh turned on the bed to face you, reaching for your hands as you tried to pull away. “Now tell me why you’re asking.”
“No reason,” you mutter. “Just wondering.”
Josh shook his head, knowing you were lying to him. ”No, there must be a reason. You can tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”
Your fake smile fell to the frown you had been suppressing. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except for a strangled sob as the dam finally broke loose and tears streamed down your face at full fledge. Josh had this uncanny ability to break down all of your walls, no matter how strong you tried to build them up.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into Josh’s lap. Josh hated seeing you cry, simply hated it. And when you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, but started crying, he was worried even more. “Baby,” he whispered, drawing small patterns on your back to try to calm you down, “C’mon, talk to me.”
“The fans—“ you choked out, “they’ve been saying things.” You managed to say in between sobs.
”Babe, what did the fans say?” he asked softly.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket, handing it to Josh, not muttering a word. The Twitter app had been left open, all Josh had to do was unlock your phone and the source of all your tears would be there for him to see.
‘@joshuadun you realize you’re like, proper famous now, right? you can get any girl you want… #joshdeservesbetter’
‘#joshdeservesbetter than kissing a butterface before bed every night’
‘#joshdeservesbetter than EVERYTHING Y/N IS’
‘just don’t understand how someone like @joshuadun ends up with someone like Y/N #joshdeservesbetter’
‘#joshdeservesbetter than someone unable to keep up with their body’
Josh brought a hand up to cover over his mouth, closing the phone and setting it on the end table. Those were just the first few tweets as he scrolled down, he wasn’t able to read beyond that.
“See, Josh? I told y-you I was awful!” you cried.
“No, baby, you’re not. Those aren’t real fans. Those are fake fans.” he said, “They’re only trying to tear you down.”
“Not a single one of those things are true, you’re beautiful and funny, and smart and talented and you deserve so much.”
You felt your chest tighten as Josh began rocking you back and forth. You needed to get out of there, you felt suffocated by Josh’s words, filled with love. You knew you didn’t deserve to breathe them in. You started to pull away, but Josh tightens his hold.
“I know you’re not going to believe a single word I say right now, and that’s okay,” he whispers. “But I’m going to keep saying them until you do. Y/F/N, you are a beautiful, beautiful person. And I want you to just try to believe me when I say this to you. Everything those people are saying, it’s fake. You are not fat, baby, not by any means. You’re perfect.”
You looked up at Josh, wiping away the stubborn tears that had still refused to leave your eyes. “Really?” you asked, biting your lip in a way that drove Josh absolutely insane.
“Really babe.” That answer must have been enough for you, because you finally smiled, and ducked your head, blush spreading across your cheeks.
“I’ll try,” you mutter, letting your head fall back against Josh’s chest. His hand ran tenderly up and down the back of your spine, and you realized it didn’t make you squirm. “I’ll try to believe you.”
thought for sure that Japanese whisky was going to take it,” he said, swirling
the amber liquid around in his glass.
Jamie shot a glance at his friend, looking for his opinion.
seemed so, until you waited thirty seconds….then,” John said.
Finish,” they both said together, and laughed.
Grey and Jamie Fraser sat together at an airport bar, ready to go home from the
International Whisky Competition. The
two men had been friends for a couple of years, but were vastly different. One, a good-looking dapper, slender man with
blonde hair and the other, a strikingly handsome, tall red-haired man.
Fraser, this whisky is marvelous,” John said, taking another sip. “I wasn’t
surprised when you won it.”
nodded, “Dougal will be ecstatic. It’s
been decades since Fraser Distillery has had a win.” He raised a glass to his friend, “Here’s to
you, Lord Grey’s Single Malt, for winning second place!” They clinked glasses and drank deeply.
Jamie,” John said, “it’s been good to see you.”
He nudged his friend with his shoulder.
“How’s married life? I’m still
somewhat pissed off you didn’t invite me to the wedding.”
laughed, “There were naught but, what? Fifteen people at my weddin’, John. Dinna be discouraged.”
“Still. Would have loved to meet your wife. Tell me, does she play chess?” John nudged his friend again.
laughed. “No. No she doesna care for it. She’s currently in medical school, so she
doesna do a whole lot of anything but study.”
John said. “Bloom off the rose
already?” He put his hand on top of
Jamie’s. “Want to talk about it?”
looked at his friend and laughed. “Take
yer hand off me, or I will kill ye.”
laughed and picked up his drink. “Come
on, Fraser. I need food to sober up for
this flight.” He motioned to the
bartender for a menu. “King’s pawn to
laughed and drained his glass. “Queen’s
knight to queen bishop three.”
had been staying upstairs. Jamie thought
it best he be close by. Unbeknownst to Claire, Alec would drop her off at
the front door, park the car, and walk up the stairs to her old flat. He stayed in the one bedroom, needing nothing
more than a place to lay his head. He
was sure to be quiet, used the shower only after she’d been dropped at school,
and ate his meals out. He was not in the
way of the kitchen renovation being out tending to his daily duties, and Jamie
agreed that with the stairs out of commission, Claire would never know.
On the plane. See you in the morning. Everything okay?
Quiet Thursday night, lad. See you in the morning. Sàbhailte shiubhlas, mo charaid.
Aye. Mòran taing. Taing airson h-uile rud.
A half an hour later the doorbell rang, and Alec couldn’t believe what he heard from the flat downstairs. He checked the time. Jamie would already be in flight. Dammit. Spoke too soon.
The study session began well enough. He said he was having trouble with Biochemistry, so they started with that. Claire wasn’t sure if he just didn’t understand the intrinsic nature of metabolism, or if he just didn’t care. Either way, it was like talking to a brick wall so she suggested they move on to something else.
He chose Anatomy.
That’s when it got uncomfortable. The first time he brushed her breast, she moved back from the textbook he was showing her, and got up to get her own. The second time was blatant. That’s when Claire got up, and got his coat.
“I’m tired, Robert. As I said, two hours. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to call it a night.” Horrocks slowly closed his book, and gathered up his notes. He moved at a snail’s pace that was getting on Claire’s nerves. She dropped the coat on the kitchen counter and gathered up their refreshment dishes to rinse them. Perhaps if she started to clean up he’d move a little faster.
She jumped in shock, the glasses shattering in the sink when she felt his hands slide over her hips.
Once again, before she realized what she was doing, her palm was stinging from the slap. When she looked at him, his tongue was working over a small cut on the side of his lip. Her wedding ring must have caught him. Good.
“You goddamn, bloody bastard,” she hissed. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Horrocks pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, then pulled it away to glance at the drop of bright red blood. She was pinned against the counter and he wouldn’t move. He looked her up and down. “Come on, Claire. We both know why you let me in tonight.”
“Wha- what???” Claire sputtered in disbelief. “I’m married!” Was he insane?
He shrugged, and laughed. “So?”
“Leave. Now.” She hardened her voice, even though she was shaking.
He was big. Not as big as Jamie, but big. He was stronger than her, for sure. Her mind whirled frantically. What was behind her she could use? What could she reach for?
The blast of cold air surprised them both. They turned toward the source in unison.
Alec. On the fire escape.
He casually climbed through the window as if it was the most natural thing in the world to enter a flat that way.
“I suggest ye go now. As the lady requested.”
Horrocks studied the interferer for a long minute. He didn’t seem as old as he looked after all. Various scenarios flashed through his mind. He could take him, but Claire was angry, and wired. In the stramash, it would be two against one. She was feisty, and she’d not stand idle if he tried to get rid of the Old Man. Measuring his options, he decided it was best to retreat, and lay more groundwork. The thought of her struggling underneath him made him hard, but there were too many variables right now.
So he stepped back, grabbed his coat and went to gather his books.
Claire picked up his backpack and threw it at him. “Don’t forget this,” she said.
They all froze when the small, ivory handled brush flew out of the bag and rolled across the floor.
Claire gasped. Uncle Lamb’s shaving brush. The brush I gave Jamie as a wedding gift. She looked at Alec with such shock that it galvanized him into action. He moved like lightening for an older man. In one smooth motion he grabbed Horrocks by the hair, knocked his feet out from under him again, and dragged him to the door.
Startled, Horrocks’ feet scrabbled against the hardwood floor as he tried to stand, yet wrestle the grip from his head.
Horrocks’ head hit the door frame as Alec flipped the handle, kicked it wider, and threw the younger man out. While Horrocks stumbled to his feet, Alec was through the door and all Claire saw as it bounced on its hinge and began to swing closed was Alec’s mighty shove and Robert going head first down the stairs.
Alec stomped back in, grabbed the textbooks and papers and sent them the way of the body. He grabbed the backpack, searched its contents for more, and threw it, too.
Entering the flat, he pushed the door closed, hard, with two hands, dead bolted it, affixed the chain, and turned to look at Claire.
The room was awash in frozen air. Claire was deathly white, and shaking. He could hear her teeth chattering.
“Come on, Lass,” he said gently, moving to close the window. “Let’s have a wee dram, eh?”
When the bastard opened the door, it took him a good three minutes to notice him in the chair. Even though his face remained the same, he flinched just a bit in the act of taking off his jacket before continuing. Jamie took pleasure in noticing a stiffness in the man’s movements. The bruises may have faded from his face and neck, but there were clearly new injuries. Perhaps from a fall down the stairs…
“Making yourself comfortable?” Horrocks sounded much less bothered than he seemed. Jamie could tell it rattled him a bit to find him in his flat. “I was wondering when you’d seek me out.”
“We’ve a lot to talk about.” Jamie said, voice tight.
“Not as fine a place as you have, Fraser. But it’s what I can afford.” Horrocks spread his arms as if he were showing off a palace. “One day, though, I’ll have what you have.” He set his coat down on the chair. “She’s bonny. Claire. They talk about the luck of the Irish, but you!” He wagged a finger at Jamie as if this was just some sort of locker room talk. “You, Jamie Fraser, are the lucky one.”
Jamie stood up, slowly. “Ye come to my house, touch my wife, and think ye dinna have to answer for that?”
“Yeah, mate, well, there’s no way to prove that, now is there? Maybe I was just helping clean up, you know?” Horrocks smirked.
Jamie took a slow, deep breath. His control was slipping. Then the snake spoke again.
“But here’s the thing, Fraser. This university is good and all, but it’s not really working for me. I might be persuaded to study elsewhere, but…” he paused, drawing out the moment. “There would be the matter of money. Expenses. Maybe you’d be willing to help with that.”
Jamie nodded, and released a small smile. Extortion. How surprising.
“You put up some money now, and I swear, you’ll not see my face again.” Horrocks stared at Jamie. Waiting. As much as he’d always regret not sampling Claire, this was fast becoming not worth it.
Stormy, sky blue eyes met frozen, icy ones.
Horrocks could feel the hate emanating from Jamie in waves. Fraser was big. Very big. Need to pick women with smaller husbands next time, he thought. In his distraction he missed Jamie’s expression change. In three strides the Highlander had reached his bookshelf and pulled off an artifact.
The sgian-dubh he’d lifted the last time he was there. Dammit. Meant to sell that by now.
Jamie held the weight of the dirk in his hand. This was his first Christmas gift from Claire. It meant the world to him. It had only ever been handed from her hand to his. No one else had touched it. No one knew that she’d inscribed his initials on the tang.
To find that this… this….scum of the earth had taken it was too much.
Slowly, he drew the small dirk from its scabbard.
He hesitated too long. By the time Jamie turned around, Horrocks was ready.
He swung at Jamie, and managed to connect so that the knife caught him in the throat just above the collarbone as he brought his arms up in a defensive move. The sharp sting made him hiss in his breath, and only managed to enrage Jamie more.
The noise started as a growl low in Jamie’s throat and escalated into an all out battle shriek, as he threw himself at Horrocks and they fell, hard, on the floor.
“Ye know what this is?” Jamie was inches from Horrocks’ face, sgian-dubh pressed deeply into his shoulder. Jamie could see the blood start to bloom across the man’s shirt. “It’s the supraspinatus tendon. Yer rotator cuff. If I cut this yer arm will flop from yer shoulder and ye’ll feel a pain like ye’ve never known.”
Horrocks’ eyes grew wide. Looking at Fraser, he didn’t doubt it for a minute. He tried to struggle but every time he moved the point of the dirk dug in a little further.
“Or maybe ye have known.” Jamie continued. “The pain of never being good enough. Not worthy enough. Never measuring up to any standards, even the lowest ones. You,” he enunciated, as he pressed the dirk deeper, “fucked with the wrong man.”
“Ye tried to take my wife. My Claire. My life’s blood.” Jamie’s voice rose with every word until he was roaring in Horrocks’ face. Spit flew from his mouth as he grew impassioned in his hatred for this man, and the fear he caused in Jamie’s soul. He shook, his anger palpable. Horrocks could feel the tremours coursing through Jamie’s body while he was pinned to the floor.
“Ye dared to try and soil her beautiful body with yer disgusting, filthy hands. Do ye know how unworthy ye are of her? I could damn yer soul to hell right now and run ye through.” Another slight push, and more pain.
Jamie’s hand forced Horrocks’ jaw up so he was looking at him. His face in a vice grip, Robert squinted through the agony to find a smile on Fraser’s face.
“So,” Jamie said, as if in casual conversation, “Such a shame ye’ll be withdrawin’ from the university now, isn’t it?”
(Y/N) is a single thirty-year-old woman who wants more than anything to be a mother. After finding out she is pregnant by the sperm donor she chose, she begins emailing her donor. Was it all fate all along?
AN: So basically the first couple of chapters are going to be slow obviously until Finn is more in the story :)