WARNINGS: IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED RIVERDALE, DO NOT READ THIS. SPOILER. Cursing as always I am so sorry for my potty mouth.
Okay you guys we are starting the second half of this crazy journey, crazy right? I never imagined a story I wrote would gain this much love so fast, enjoy. <3 - Juggie xx
P.S. I listened to Good Times by All Time Low while writing this and almost cried. :’)
“I love you, y'know.”
What did that mean? As a best friend, something more? It drove you mad all day to the point you had to avoid him until meeting him at Pop’s after school. But even as the time came you were getting more and more anxious. What were you even going to say?
You walked in and of course Jughead was already there, except this time he was sitting in his usual booth without his laptop out, making your nerves rev up times a hundred. His full attention is going to be on me, great..
“(Y/N).” He greeted you as you sat across from him.
“What’s happening with us?”
You fiddled with the end of your shirt underneath the table, feeling anxiety well up. How much were you willing to admit? ‘I want to me more than your friend, but it’s causing problems.’ “Change.”
He sighed and leaned forward, resting his forearms against the table and holding his hands tightly together. A silence hung uncomfortably above you and you wanted nothing more than to run out the door and never turn back. The result of this conversation would either be you leave as friends, lovers, or broken people who couldn’t co-exist anymore. All your lives it felt as if the stars aligned when you were with him and the chemistry was undeniable, but ever since you acted on your feelings it seemed like the two of you were at odds.
“Change,” Jughead suddenly spoke up, pulling you out of your thoughts and causing your eyes to shoot up to meet his. “Change is hard for me. When my mom and Jellybean left, it felt like my world was falling apart. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact they were gone, and why they would just leave me there.” You heard him sniffle a little, so you reached across and gently placed your hands over his clenched fists to soothe him. He released his death grip a little at your touch, and took that as his motivation to continue. “You were my constant through it all, (Y/N). When the dynamic of my family was changing, when I was homeless and living at the drive-in, when they arrested my dad,” you saw a tear sliding down his cheek so you climbed out of your side and slid into the booth next to him.
Wrapping your arm around his shoulders you stopped him, “I know Jug. I was there for you because you’re my best friend.” You sighed, what would you say next? 'Because I love you.’ “I don’t want to ever stop being your best friend.”
Your heart was shattering and you felt as if you were falling into in endless pit, reaching for anything that stop you from dropping but there was nothing. Confessing to Jughead couldn’t be the right thing right now, with everything he’s been through. He needed you to do what you do best, to be his best friend.
'It’s just so goddamn hard though. I am so in love with you.’
He shifted so he was looking at you, and as you retracted your arm he took both your hands in his. “You are the best thing that has happened to me. Even all the way back when I met you at the park and you told me your mom didn’t want you talking to Southside trash.” You laughed at the memory, a tear finally escaping from your eyes. “(Y/N), I don’t want to stop you from becoming who it is you’re meant to be, I don’t want to stop you from changing. I just,” he looked down at your hands before giving them a squeeze, refusing to meet your eyes. “I just want us to never change. I want to always be there for you, and you do the same for me. To have each other’s backs. I couldn’t handle it if you left me (Y/N), you’re the only person who hasn’t.”
So many thoughts were pounding inside your mind, clouding your judgement for what you thought would be best for him. Your brain said he needs a friend but your heart screamed for you to give it up, tell Jug how you feel, because it hurts knowing this boy was not given all the love he deserved. He deserved to be protected, he deserved to have consistency, he deserved so much more than he was given.
He deserved to know the truth.
Before you had the chance to speak he changed the subject, “I don’t blame you for ignoring me last night. I’ve been a jerk this past week. I don’t know exactly why I’ve been so on edge, but I don’t want to be. I want us to be normal again, but something is changing.”
Gathering all your courage you smiled at him, “Jughead, things are going to change for us, but for the better.” This was it, you knew this was the right time and place, the right atmosphere, the right thing to do for him and yourself. He smiled at you, waiting for an explanation. “I want you to know, I mean, you deserve to know, that Jughead, I-”
“What’s going on here?” Betty and Kevin slid into the booth across from you, carrying some milkshakes. Jug immediately released your hands and put his underneath the table. You did the same while Betty slid a milkshake over she had ordered for you. She usually was such a good friend for doing that but right about now you wanted to scream at her. That was your chance! That was your confidence!That was all you felt you could do!
“Nothing, just two pals being pals.” Veronica thankfully answered for you, probably sensing how awkward you and Jughead felt. She slid in next to her new girlfriend and Archie took a seat next to you.
Archie took a sip of his milkshake and wiggled his eyebrows at you, “Are you sure? (Y/N)’s looking quite red.”
“Actually, I just remembered my mom needs me home right now. We’re supposed to be having a family movie night.”
“Awh, leaving so soon?” Kevin complained as you climbed out through the booth behind you. You gave them all a wave and a smile, “Sorry, rain check.”
From Juggie: You know, you promised us all a rain check, which means you now owe me TWO hang-outs.
To Juggie: You’re right, I’m sorry.
From Juggie: No need to be sorry, I kind of like hanging out with you.
To Juggie: Kind of?? :)
From Juggie: Okay, a lot, but that’s understandable because you’re my best friend. :P
Unsent: Just your best friend, I know.
From Juggie: “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” - Gandhi. Good night (Y/N).
To Juggie: Good night Jug.
Unsent: I wanted to tell you today, I wanted to tell you so bad. But don’t worry, I haven’t given up. I will tell you I love you if it’s the last thing I do Jughead Jones.
Unsent: I really love you, y'know.
That’s all folks! Don’t miss the next installment, ask to join my Unsent tag list! :)
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts
hey fam, ‘tis I, your favorite Yuri!!! on Ice trashbag and pro fic reader, back at it again with the fanfic posts!
I’m coming at you today with playlists for both of @kazliin‘s Rivals fics! If you haven’t read them, you should come out from whatever rock you’re living under and surrender to this angsty one-sided-hate-sex AU. Here I have two lists of song recommendations to pair with these stories, handpicked from my own Spotify playlists - so brace yourself for a lot of chill indie electropop/rock, I suppose. I tend to think in songs so a lot of these came to mind as I was reading them, while others I picked later. There’s one for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Achesand one for Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts! Please enjoy and pray for my poor sons, who just can’t seem to communicate with each other.
Fuck yeah I made these graphics. Or at least, I put them together. The Yuuri image and both snowy backgrounds came from Google; the Victor image, I painstakingly rendered myself. When I say I spent way too much time on this I mean it, y’all.
Song notes under the cut!! (Warning: notes contain spoilers for UMFB&MHA and OBS&BH up to chapter 3)
Book of Mormon Fanfiction Recommendations (Mostly McPriceley)
These are my favorite Book of Mormon fanfictions. These are
mostly McPriceley because most more than half of the fanfictions that the Book
of Mormon archive has is McPriceley. This is a much bigger list than my other one. Extras at the end and if I find more in
the future, check the notes.
Hey, your hc's are absolutely on point and also just adorable!! Can you make a hc about Candys platonic relationships/friendships with the boys?
thanks anon! //sweats// I feel like I shouldn’t write these and let them be based off your Candy’s persona?? bc i don’t think there’s such a thing to make headcanons for Candy i mean,, she is who you want so - i’ll try ??
maybe i’ll make headcanons on the types of things they do as friends with Candy - so,, enjoy ?
for you kiddos, the meaning of platonic; Intimate/affectionate friendship that’s not sexual.
That type of friend that’s a mom friend but is also a dad friend.
Doesn’t really touch Candy like - a pat on the shoulder is as far as he goes, depending on if Candy likes him or not.
Invites Candy over to his place to watch some homicide documentaries
Ok but Nath gets mad at himself if he predicts the WHOLE episode - since he’s done this before.
Tells her some scary crime stories if she’s sleeping over.
Very tense when she first spends the night at his place ?? again, he’s awkward with this type of stuff
Often goes out with Candy. Like at a park, museum, he went as far as a movie - which he felt was super awkward (for him, at least).
Always has Candy’s back.
Gets kinda petty when he asks for help and Candy says no. Like has he not helped her too?
Is always the first saying “happy birthday”.
Such a charming prince charming.
Always finds a way for Candy to feel like the best in whatever room.
Complements her often like “you look good today”, doesn’t use very descriptive words like “gorgeous” or “beautiful”.
Often is concerned about her. Like how she’s doing - even in friendship, he proves that.
Still is a nerd for homicide documentaries.
Gets kinda petty with her other male friends, but still, wants to see her happy.
Teaches her some boxing moves. Kinda like some punches that can knock the boys people out.
Texts her a lot during the night.
Blushes pretty easily, that’s no lie.
Often questions what he does that she likes, so he can keep doing that stuff.
Honestly, resists the urge to fling Amber out of the window for Candy - maybe he’ll be shady, but he’d prefer to throw her out a window.
King of sarcasm times five.
Is that type of ‘frenemy’ friend that exchanges smart alec remarks with Candy.
Doesn’t matter how tall or short she is, that hair is getting ruffled somehow.
Friendship is very much with a “sweet and sour” theme if you get my drift.
If they’re not as close and Candy gives him a smart alec remark (or says smth sarcastic), he wouldn’t provoke himself into it.
Forgets important dates like when they met and stuff, he’d just be like “it’s been a year that you’ve survived as my friend and congrats on that”.
Isn’t jealous, at all - very chill. Unless Nathaniel somehow exists, again.
Pulls pranks on her tbh - like spiders in a locker or trying to trip her (failing or succeeding, depends on you) just to see a reaction.
We all know this boys actions are purely based for reaction lmao.
Doesn’t swear around her as much, doesn’t feel like he should.
King of sarcasm times 10.
Will nonchalantly flirt like - really, he doesn’t care around Candy.
Made Demon pounce on her and scared the life out of her.
Kinda swears but not really ?? Usually light swears like “ass” or “damn” but he doesn’t go too far.
Throws sarcasm like he throws shade, be on the look for a sarcastic Cassy.’
Still isn’t jealous ? Looks at Candy like a best friend - not at the level of Lysander, but a very good friend.
Probably considered being in a relationship with Candy and he’s just like “Hm…Nah”
Speaks his mind a lot. If Candy’s looking good from across the classroom he’s just like “Wow Candy, what are you gonna do looking like that?”
Might get a little jealous when Candy talks about her crush.
Yes Castiel would know who she likes, he’s that good with her he’d know - very good at keeping a secret.
Probably hinted at her crush once or twice that Candy likes them, got punched in the arm for it.
Is really a cool friend, everyone should know this. Especially an awesome platonic one.
Really the quiet friend, Candy has to start conversations.
Probably has an extra notepad in his jacket…but he seems to have lost his jacket.
Such a good friend to vent with, pats on the back are common.
Likes asking for Candy’s opinion on some new song lyric of his.
Tells her some stories of his childhood both just because and both because he just wants to say.
Helps her even if she doesn’t help him. Too pure.
Seems like he always knows how to calm Candy down.
Farthest he’s went with Candy was patting her back, no exceptions of anything else.
Makes sure if Candy is hanging with he and Castiel, that she’s not a third wheel.
Not shy to give a complement, will casually say how pretty Candy is without feeling awkward.
The prince of making Candy feel like a princess as cliche as that sounds it’s actually pretty good.
Is close enough with Candy to nearly make an angry face.
Very loyal, very sincere. Even as friends and platonic-wise, he’s there.
Not super jealous but may be a little jealous of her male friends. As long as she’s happy.
Gives relationship advice he got from Rosa to her bc we all know Lysander hasn’t ever been in one.
Still too pure, too nice.
Asks for Candy’s advice - but not all the time though.
Even if Candy gave the most obvious signs of having a crush on someone, he couldn’t even tell.
“F is for friends who play games together, U is for ‘u’ are gonna be killed, N is for ‘n'ywhere and anytime at all! Down here in the deep blue meme.”
Such a dork, still. Doesn’t matter if Candy is a new friend.
Would try to influence her in fighting games. Preferably Tekken.
Is the kind of friend that’ll buy a light saber for Candy and him and try to battle. But can’t since they’re cheap af
Honestly ?? such a fun guy, Candy can’t be bored around him - he won’t allow it.
Sometimes complains to her about his games or daily life tbh. She somewhat listens but as long as someone’s there to listen, he doesn’t care.
Uh, doesn’t even touch Candy tho - doesn’t feel like he should.
Asks about what fandoms she’s in or out of, or if she has any fandoms at all.
Isn’t shopping with her, lmao bye.
Blushy lil Armin probably has a crush but will never admit that.
Knows Candy is just a “awkwardly super close girl friend of mine and I don’t know how but still she’s great” girl.
Will honestly comfort her, he may not be serious at *most* times , but he’s a good venter.
Kinda jealous of the guy friends, he watches out sometimes.
Gives her side hugs, but not real hugs - until she starts it first he’s SUPER awkward about it.
Swears lightly around her, usually “damn” or “hell”. Nothing bad, really.
Text language all around, he has no grammar.
Never forgets stuff she says. Even the bad stuff, he remembers it.
Super fun and he’s there when she needs him.
Ok but he doesn’t ask for help from Candy though, wants to do everything by himself.
This boy has been friends with Candy for like - 3 years, depending on how she had treated him.
If that’s the case, he cares very deeply for her.
If that’s not the case, then how are you even frienDS?
Always offers her sweets. Not a single apple was given.
Knows when Candy doesn’t feel good, he can read her face very well.
Becomes a nurse if Candy’s hurt like - seriously, he’s the first one on it. Even if it’s not a big injury (ok but this is canon).
Still pretty timid around her, he’s not all in all very close but he knows her well.
Would offer to take her places like the park or movies like “they used to do”.
Drops hints sometimes that he needs to talk.
“Wait, so does she not like me or-”
Very close to Candy, wonders why he can’t just be her boyfriend.
Invites her over to his place a lot to hang out.
Will honestly play at the playground with her, he’s not that old yet not to do this-
Let’s be real, Kentin honestly would fling Amber to the sun for her to leave Candy alone.
Asks Candy how she is often, starts conversations.
Brings up their old, cringey days back in middle school.
Teases her about having a crush, honestly. Again for the 100th time, if she’s happy, he’s happy.
Will honestly confess on her behalf but would be slightly salty in the process.
“I still cannot believe you’re going on a date with this boy.” You sighed, closing your eyes to take a breath. You’d been getting ready for an hour now and still couldn’t believe you were actually going.
“Neither can I.” You admitted “I mean, I left the country for two years and learned French. Yet I can’t say no to the guy that broke my heart, in either language.”
“Oh honey.” Camille laughed “You’ve got it bad.”
“Maybe this date will tank and I’ll be over him for good.” You offered.
“Or maybe you’ll spend the night.” You stuck your tongue out at her to which she laughed.
“Well I have some designs to review, but I want you to call me as soon as it’s over.”
“You got it.” You agreed, applying the finishing touches to your hair.
“Au revoir love.”
You couldn’t help the nerves that had settled in your stomach. The amount of times you’d changed outfits was about six too many. Eventually you’d chosen an off-shoulder high low dress with matching heels and a small black clutch. You felt pretty which calmed about two percent of the butterflies in your stomach.
When your phone buzzed you had to take a deep breath before looking.
Allen: I’m downstairs :)
Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in your dress. Tonight would be fine, you would be fine and nothing would come of it. At the most, you thought, you were willing to be his friend. With this thought in mind you grabbed your bag and a jacket and headed down.
Hi friends! I’m back with another quote masterpost. As an aspiring author, fellow writers never cease to amaze me with their wisdom, with their humbleness, but most importantly, with their words. These quotes aren’t necessarily motivational, but nevertheless, I had a great time researching the authors and their quotes. Though I did as much research as I saw necessary, everyone makes mistakes, so if you think one of the quotes in this post belong to another person, be sure to let me know! I made this with bullet journals in mind, but do with these quotes what you wish. I hope you enjoy, and all of you have a great day!
“The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places.”
“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
“Courage is grace under pressure.”
“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”
“Every day above earth is a good day.”
“The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.”
“Time is the least thing we have of.”
“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”
“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.”
“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.”
“Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.”
“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”
“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.”
“Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.”
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
“‘Classic’ - a book which people praise and don’t read.”
“Never put off ‘til tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”
“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”
“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.”
“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.”
“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”
“Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.”
“We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.”
“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”
“Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.”
“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
“Nothing will work unless you do.”
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”
“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.”
“If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love.”
“In diversity, there is beauty and there is strength.”
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
“If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”
“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”
“As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”
“I am rooted, but I flow.”
“I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.”
“Not all those who wander are lost.”
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
“It’s a dangerous business going out your front door.”
“Courage is found in unlikely places.”
“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”
“Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.”
“Little by little, one travels far.”
“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”
“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
“I can resist everything except temptation.”
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
“Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.”
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”
“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
“There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
“Dreams are necessary to life.”
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
“How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.”
“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.”
“People living deeply have no fear of death.”
“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”
“Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.”
“I can’t go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then.”
“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will take you there.”
“Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”
“One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.”
“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
“I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.”
“It is better to be feared than loved.”
“Oh, ‘tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.”
“I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.”
“We’re all mad here.”
“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”
“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”
“The paradox of education is precisely this - that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.”
“Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.”
“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.”
“The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.”
“People can cry much easier than they can change.”
“To be sensual, I think, is to be respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.”
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”
“When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living.”
“The nature of this flower is to bloom.”
“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.”
“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.”
“Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.”
“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.”
“Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.”
“I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.”
“What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.”
“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.”
“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.”
“Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.”
“Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.”
“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”
“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.”
“Reflect upon your present blessings – of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
“We need never be ashamed of our tears.”
“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”
“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”
“Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you’ve conquered human nature.”
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.”
“Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.”
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
“Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.”
“Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.”
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”
“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”
“All good writing is swimming underwater and holding your breath.”
“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”
“Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.”
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”
“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.”
“There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”
Prompt: the reader is Hotch’s daughter and Spencer’s girlfriend. She has to go under protection with her family because of George Foyet.
A/N: happy to write it because Foyet is my favorite UnSub ever.
You were sitting in your living room alone. It was about six months that you had to move to another state because a serial killer was threatening your dad, the chief Aaron Hotchner.
You missed him as much as Spencer. You met him 3 years ago and it was ‘love at first sight’: when he saw you at Rossi’s, in your red dress and black heels, he had to find the courage to talk to you.
He did, and now you were the happiest woman in the world.
Six months were long without the people you loved, but you had to be safe, these were the words Spencer told you before you left.
Not a call. Not a message. Not a letter. It was like they didn’t exist. It was hard.
You were thinking about them when someone arrived home.
“Are you mom?” you asked.
You stood up, but your legs lost any energy when you saw who was.
Yes, there was your mom with your brother Jack, but behind them there was a man with a gun.
“Hi (y/n), you don’t know who I am, do you?”
“N-no, sir… sorry about that.”
“Not a problem doll, I am George. I am the one who will kill you all.”
An hour had passed since the moment he told you that sentence. You were scared, angry, terrified.
You wanted your dad, your boyfriend, you wanted to be good, but you couldn’t because a serial killer was pointing a gun to your head.
“Listen, George, I know you are mad at my dad, but we didn’t do anything.”
You wanted to speak. You loved to talk to the people and you thought that maybe it could be a great thing to do in a moment like that.
“But the best way to make him suffer is to kill his family.”
You were thinking about what to do when a phone rang.
“Aaron, it is good to hear your voice.” he said putting on speakerphone.
“How are they?”
“You know, your ex-wife is beautiful, but your daughter… She looks like a goddess.”
You felt his hand touching your hair.
“I think that we will have some fun before to kill her…”
“Please, don’t touch her!”
“Spencer!” you screamed.
It was his voice. It sounded so sweet, his beautiful voice.
“Oh, doctor Reid. Nice to hear you too.”
Foyet were saying horrible things when Hotch told something Jack.
“Jack, love, do you remember when you helped me to solve cases?”
“Then go, go to solve them.”
And so he did, he ran upstairs, leaving you and Haley alone.
“So, doctor Reid, how long you and (y/n) have been dating?”
“3 years. She is the love of my life.”
A tear fell down on your cheek.
“Do you want to hear the story?”
“I was at my colleague’s home for a party when she arrived with Hotch. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. I went in her direction to tell her ‘hi’, but when I saw her eyes on me, I turned red and went away. A friend of mine said ‘just go, she will love you.’ He was right. We love each other, you know? I love her so much that…”
He didn’t know if it was the case to say it or not, but Foyet forced him to finish the phrase.
“The week before she left, I asked her to marry me.”
Your mom smiled. It was a good news to hear in a terrible moment like that.
“And? What did she said?”
“Yes, she said yes. So please, don’t kill my wife.”
“And don’t kill mine too.” Hotch added.
George listened to all the story, but he came for just one thing: to kill.
The FBI arrived just a second before he could kill you, but your mom were gone. You couldn’t save her. You saw her falling on the ground. You saw her dying.
You were crying on the living room when Spencer wrapped his arms around you.
“(y/n), shh… shh… everything is finished. I am here, don’t cry.”
“Spencer, my mom…”
“I know, I know…”
“I wanna go away Spencer.”
“Ok, go home hun, we can go home.“
Some days later you were sitting on Spencer’s legs at his desk in the Bureau when your dad arrived.
“Why didn’t you tell me about that proposal?”
“Dad, we wanted to tell you, but then we had to leave.”
“Where is your ring though?”
“Spencer didn’t buy it. I am not that type of girl.”
Hotch watched Spencer deeply. It scared you a bit, but then sweet words came out from Aaron’s mouth.
“Thank you to saved her that day. Thank you, Spencer. Welcome into our family.”
This happens often. we fight, you run, i break, i build, you come back. this happens more often than it should. so when it happened this time, i figured you would eventually come back.
but then i saw you with her. two weeks later. i pretended i didn’t care. i pretended you were drunk. you were just being friendly and so was she. but then i heard you were seeing someone. you moved on.
you are happy.
this piece, this poem, is for you:
to the girl that jaywalked her way into his heart-
you probably hate me, and i understand that you do, because we share the worst thing two people can share in common.
please stick around. his friends will try to keep him single and throw his heart off the cliff of his chest, into the abyss of alcohol he made out of his ribcage, please don’t leave. prove to him that he’s worth more.
he never listens because he claims he is always right, and he will blame this all on me. his pain. his heart. his not-wanting-to-love-again. i don’t expect you to convince him otherwise, but i do expect you to help him. show him his heart. show him how big it is. show him how small i was. let him ache. hard. but let him love again. harder.
treat him well.
it will take a while for him to open up to you, but when he does, i want you to listen to him. pay attention to him. pamper him. he needs it.
be patient; i know it’s hard and he isn’t one to make it easy, but be patient. have enough patience for the both of you. trust me, he is someone worth holding onto.
he can’t make up his mind, and thats why he never makes up his own decisions. don’t hate his friends for telling him what to do, hate them for not pushing him to think for himself. teach him that he is wise enough to not ask for second opinions, but make sure he doesn’t become more cocky than he already is. he needs help sometimes, tell him that’s okay.
help him. even when he doesn’t ask. because he won’t. make sure he knows you are in this together.
be jealous, it’s okay. especially when it comes to me. but never make him jealous and remember: he is the dominant one.
don’ think about me when you run your fingers through his soft hair, don’t think about the way i made a home for my hands there. don’t hate him for not changing his sheets, or for still driving by my house or wearing the cologne i always loved. don’t hate him because he still hasn’t cut his hair. don’t hate him because he still has my things or carries my picture around, don’t think he’s moved on because he deleted my number, don’t rush him. don’t pretend i never existed. don’t ask him if he still loves me.
understand that it’s hard.
bite his lips. he loves it. bite them hard but be gentle. he will tell you he likes it rough, but know that he is soft. know sometimes he really just wants you to hold him.
if he wants to take you for sushi, say no. if he wants to make a bucket list with you, say no. if he wants to get a pug with you, say no. if he makes fun of vegetarians, slap him for me. don’t ask about his nipple piercing. don’t let him replace me. tell him it’s time for an upgrade.
he will tell you he doesn’t trust people. he will contemplate about the way his eyelashes always look the same in the morning, no matter how many he’s lost the day before. he won’t understand this. he will say this is why he has trust issues. he won’t trust you. when he says he does, nod. but don’t believe him.
don’t ever lie to him. ever. and don’t call lies, white lies.
don’t look away when you talk to him either. hold his gaze.
he won’t look at you when he talks. don’t get mad at him. he’s afraid. know when he acts tough, it’s just an act. he is gentle and fragile and god, he is such a child. he’d lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders. treat him like a man though. teach him what it really means to be a man.
he will take care of you. he will do everything and anything for you. it will feel great but this is where you have to be strong: don’t let him. he will treat you like a weight and his stress will start threatening him to walk away. know he gets overwhelmed easily and it’s not your fault. don’t let him make you feel guilty. he will. a lot. don’t let him convince you that you are an awful person.
don’t be afraid when he yells at you. he will. he will call you all sorts of names, he will spit down your throat and expect you to be okay afterwards; he won’t understand why your saliva tastes sour or why the words you speak aren’t pretty anymore. he will tease you, but he means well. tell him he has passion. know he holds a fire inside him and it will burn you and everyone around him. he is impulsive and sometimes he does things without thinking. be there for him when things don’t turn out the way he wanted, and support him when they do.
he will push you away, many times, and he will convince himself on giving up, but never do the same. he is insecure. more than he would ever admit. understand that he needs your strength.
he is reckless when it comes to relationships but he will take every layer of clothing off his body to keep you warm. he will show up at 4 am to calm your storm, and he will fist fight your insecurities until he’s won. he falls in love fast, and gives everything he has, but don’t resent him for not doing the same with you.
he will call you by my name. i apologize in advance, but don’t take it personally. kiss him and tell him it’s okay. help him get rid of my ghosts. untangle my shadow that clings onto his ankles because he won’t know how to touch you without feeling my skin, and he won’t know how to kiss you without swallowing my taste and he won’t know how to listen to you without hearing my words. don’t make him feel bad for this. help him move on.
know he doesn’t want to love again, and he will tell you this as he strings my name next to swear words, but don’t let his aches scare you away. swear with him, and break things with him, and cry with him, and do everything with him. prove to him that you aren’t going anywhere. he doesn’t scare you.
know it will take a while, but when he looks at you with clear eyes, calls you wiffey, and he is smiling again, make sure you feel like the luckiest girl in the world, because you are.
don’t take him for granted.
listen. i will never hate you.
you are holding parts of me now that i never got back.
Summary: Scorpio hates a lot of things and let’s be real—you’re one of them. [#11]
Notes: Crack!fic. This is told in Scorpio’s POV. In first point of view because you know, he wrote this list. Rated T because there’s going to be A LOT of cursing (as we all know, Scorpio doesn’t hold back). Also, this is meant to be a light-read, don’t over-analyze anything or actually take any of these things seriously. And well, I really love writing this because lists are my kind of deal of fun in Sunday afternoons (also I did this kind of idea before in one of my old fanfics and it was really fun so I’m gonna do the same because yay!). With uh, all of that awkwardly said:
Let’s get hating.
THE LIST OF THINGS I FUCKING HATE
#1: Problematic Child
How could you not hate someone who constantly gives you a headache? Pranking me, touching her, turning my rabbit-cut-apples into fucking fish-cut-apples, shitty jokes, touching her—I would punch him hard if I didn’t have a damn chair to throw at him!
For some bizarre reasons she likes those invertebrates. I don’t see what’s to like about them. They smell like the King’s feet, they are useless on lands, they are literally Ichthys but fortunately… with the lack of ability to speak and opposable thumbs.
Annoying little shits, I should know. I met her—I mean lots.
Many are selfish assholes. They deserve to be exterminated, wiped out from their fucking existence… I hated humanity but… I blame her for making it more bearable. That isn’t a compliment.
I hate those things especially if she wears it on her hair. Does she want me to say she’s beautiful? Stupid woman. Everyone knows she is with or without those things… stupid.
They cry too much. They laugh too much. They’re just tiny human accidents waiting to cause more accidents. She somehow acts like one. So delicate. So sweet. So fucking annoying. Why did I even think about having one with her
#7: The Crowned Bastard
The King is a royal pain in the ass because he has an awful sense of humor and is so pretentious about almost everything. The only thing nice about this sparkly ass bastard is his dumb hair which could probably be featured in a lot of commercials advertising hair products. Tch. Maybe I should use his hair conditioner so she’d say my hair is great too.
I don’t just hate them for making me feel more vulnerable, not to mention a huge fucking reminder that I still can be human. But they also make me realize how horrible it is to see her sad or mad… It’s a pain in the ass… and the heart.
There are a lot of things I don’t want to know such as Zig’s fucking kinks and Ichthys’ need to get spank. I don’t even want to know that she sometimes pictures me naked… maybe I do. Wait, what the fuck
#10: Evil Horny Dui
Who the hell wouldn’t like the guy? He’s a danger, a menace and could possibly murder my woman her without even batting an eyelash!
Seeing this color reminds me too much of what I used to be as a human and what I still am as a god. Red. Blood. Anger. Rage. I hate it so much. It was such a sickening color until I saw her last few nights ago wearing a really… showy dress in that color and… I don’t fucking remember but when I look, I only see her and nothing more… which is fucking annoying!
Justice must be served without a single mercy. For some reason she’s telling me that I can’t just go on a genocide run that apparently won’t help. She believes in second chances. What’s that about? Whatever. Doesn’t mean I have to believe in those either… I mean I don’t deserve a second chance after what I’ve done but whatever… I should believe too.
#13: Goldfish Contraptions
I don’t understand how any of these technology—gadgets and gizmos and whatever—fucking works! The crabface really likes them though. I just hate them for making a fool out of myself in front of her. She could give me that… nice laugh but it would still be fucking humiliating. Stupid televisions. Stupid phones. Stupid. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE SO MANY FUCKING BUTTONS
Who ever thought that love conquers all obviously didn’t get to taste my fucking fist on their face. Obviously, I can’t punch my stupid woman. She did deserve that pinch on the cheek for almost proving that love actually does and being so fucking gorgeous at that. Keyword: Almost.
They don’t call me problematic like the other god in the Department of Punishments. They call me an actual fucking problem. She… she doesn’t see that though and I don’t… get why…
#16: Nitwit Prince
He is the source of all my bad feelings and one of the reasons why I have fucking trust issues. I hate how he could still be menacing… without scaring anyone and… most especially her.
#17: Cussing Haters
Like what the fuck. I fucking cuss to fucking emphasize my fucking point but she happens be one of those humans who hate cussing and so I… I have to try stop anyway. So fucking unfair.
Why would you humans create something that might mean intruding my woman’s privacy? Now, I know some fucking human might want to flirt with my goldfish or stalk her or some shit like that! But then again, this makes punishing easier…
#19: Sex-Crazed Weirdo
His sexuality is literally anything that moves. That son of a bitch has the gall to flirt with her as if I’m not even there to do tha-–fuck you paper, I am not bothered by that.
What’s so nice about them? Last I checked they have the ugliest faces. Second to hers.
They are giant pompous felines with an ego bigger than their mane. It’s no wonder a lot of mangy leaf-eating mob ran over Mufasa.
I think I mentioned him already…? Whatever, this counts.
Whenever I just want peace and quiet, she comes around and starts talking about absolutely everything and I would start talking too like for fuck’s sake. Doesn’t she—I mean anyone—get the hint that I need to be alone because I’m… I’m not worth being with…?
They always surrounded me and because of my luck, I’m stuck with the biggest one (it’s a close tie with her and Ichthys… no, it’s definitely that dumbass lion).
#25: This List
This is just so fucking stupid but here I am—dealing with this. I hate this so much. Will I even get to the bottom of this fucking list? How is this even going to control my anger? She is so damn wrong about this being helpful! It just makes me even angrier and fuck! My pen ripped a hole.
They didn’t matter and I was confused as to why humans even try to do these stargazing—they’re just a bunch floating gases of lights and whatever the fuck… until she came along and suddenly made me feel like I could stare at them forever. She did have them in her eyes. So fucking distracting…
For trying to take a peek at what I’m writing.
(”Hn. Obviously, it’s about her—I don’t need to take a peek—”)
(“Talk more and I’ll tell everyone about your kinks.”)
If I didn’t have the mark of sin then I wouldn’t have met her and got into such a hassle of becoming… better.
I hate it so much. One sip might have been good but one sip meant I’m close to becoming drunk. She’s going to fucking tease me for it and call me Mr. Stinger. I MEAN IT WAS ONE FUCKING TIME.
Fucking prick thinks he’s so cool and all. She thinks so too and that’s what’s so goddamn annoying. I kick his ass! I should be much better. Speaking of which…
So many of them in the damn human city! And so many of them around her. Am I one to her? … Probably.
It hurts my cheeks so I never tried to. But then, this idiot walks up to me with some crazy smile and I found myself smiling back because there was broccoli stuck between her teeth… Weirdo.
He’s good at selling kids and disappearing from what I could remember. Tch. I could swear I won’t be like him but there’s a chance I could become as worse or maybe much worse than him but… she doesn’t think so… Why…?
#34: Being Helpless
I hate not being able to do anything. I hate knowing that one day she’ll leave me and I can’t follow. I hate knowing that I… I can’t always give everything she wants.
#35: Stupid Woman
If I didn’t meet her, then I wouldn’t hate these things. Fucking hell. I hate her for this list. I hate her like nobody else—hate her for getting into my head and making me think of her every goddamn day even in things I hate. I hate that she reminded me of the miserable life I would have had without her. And goddamn it, what I really really fucking hate about her is that she loves me.
No matter what I do or say.
… My stupid woman.
“What are you doing?”
A voice cut through the silence abruptly almost making you drop the piece of rumpled paper. Your cheeks were hot and scarlet red. Gulping, you turned away from the bedside table you happened to find it and gazed at the god who has just returned from his duties at the Department of Punishments. He drew his dark eyes towards the paper then back at you.
“… What’s that?” he asked slowly.
“A list,” you said with a tiny smile. “Of things you absolutely hate.”
Silence set in and you could almost hear his brain processing the meaning of this. The god’s eyes widened and quickly looked away and you swore there was a faint trace of pink on his cheeks. You wondered to yourself what exactly was he feeling now. Well, with just this god’s written words, you found yourself in a turmoil of different sorts of emotions. Rage. Disbelief. Joy. Grief. Contentment. Remembering the last bit of his list, your eyes softened and the corner of your lips twitched.
“So uh, what do you hate the most exactly?” you asked, almost too sweetly as he closed the distance between you both. Scorpio’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. He gazed down to your eyes, looking at the stars in your eyes and remembering the list.
“Being helplessly in love with you.”
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Steven Moffat is known for finding new and creative methods of exploring a monster almost as old as Doctor Who itself. The unnerving corruption of the nanocloud, the horrific Dalek sewers, the revelation that their own casing is built to censor and distort the words and intentions of the being inside. But perhaps most intriguing is his use of the Daleks in relation to his characters, and one specific character in particular. In her duration on the show, Clara Oswald has been placed within a Dalek shell no less than three times. On each of these occasions the circumstances have varied greatly, yet there’s something rather fascinating about such an unusual recurring theme, and even more so the curious manner in which it’s consistently framed.
Child of Darkness, Being of Mortal Body and Life, Embrace He Who Guards The Veil Become that which heralds Darkness Bring Death to those who Rebuke Embrace Life Eternal Become One with The Darkest One
MAJIDAH: Throughout the history of the Kuros, the presence of Breithonakt has been known like a song in the blood of each and every last one of them. For Breithonakt guards The Veil, that which protects the heart of all Kurosian culture from those who would corrupt her precious Darkness.
An old soul, older than time itself, saw as his siblings many received the blessings of their purpose. But he, largest of them all, saw no purpose in his task as a protector. “Muthura,” cried he, “Muthura, your gifts to my Julthair and Drafiur have been many. Surely, O Great One, there must be more to my existence than to guard, for I stand larger than all, save you!”
“Is there not honor in protecting those smaller than you?” asked she, who had birthed all the gods and Yekhshir in their glory and splendor. “Is there not honor in keeping your sibs safe as We make the world? Be still, vok dol yinn kroiata, and be wary of those who would harm them.”
Bitterly, Breithonakt returned to his duties, but became more and more embittered that he had yet to receive his gifts. Until for a blink, he slept. And that was the only opportunity their enemies needed.
From time before time, Dark and Light existed in an eternal dance; one could not exist without the other, else reality itself would fall into chaos, and be lost. However, much like Breithonakt had become surly and bitter, so too did a few of the gods who had been born of Light. One such god loathed the Children of Mahoura so deeply, he vowed that he would destroy them. So deeply did he hate them that he became corrupt, and none of Breithonakt’s spells detected him in time to stop him from setting upon his siblings.
The cry of his sibs was such that Breithonakt woke from his slumber, and fearful that Mahoura would deny him her gifts if they were slain, flew at the Light god in a fury. Such was his rage that the gift he did not know he possessed. The souls of those who had been foolhardy enough to attempt to cross his border sprang to life with many a shriek and cry, for their Eternal Lord’s fury was their own in this eternal torture, and shadows sprang from Breithonakt’s form to rip the Light god to a thousand pieces.
But as he destroyed this god of Light gone astray, one claw was cast into the physical realms below: a sliver of their most treasured and precious Darkness. To this day, it is not known where it landed; only that when a single mortal touched it, it was spread to all mortals. Feeling this, and the pain of her battered children, Mahoura flew on Breithonakt in her own rage.
“Amndoch! Mutrach’bachtein! What have you done!” Her cries could be heard for generations to come, her song filling all with fear and uncertainty. When the final note faded at last, Breithonakt lay completely broken by Mahoura’s claw. And at her claws he wept. For on seeing his siblings bloodied, some part of him realized the error of his ways; like him, these were bringers and protectors of Darkness. These were his flesh and blood. Despite this, he was still too proud, too bitter that Mahoura had never told him of his gift.
But no sooner had he tried to speak to Mahoura did she reach into his jaws, and wrench out his tongues.
“No, vok dol yinn kroiata. No. You shall never speak to us again. If you had only tried to search within yourself, you would have seen that my gifts to you were most precious.” Saddened by the sight of him, she cast his tongues into the flames of Bruja’heim’s mantle. “Vok dol yinn, I cast you from Our presence. For time eternal, you shall protect your sibs, and your sibs’ sibs, and their many children.” With a wave of her claw she cast him away. For the last time, he heard her voice.
“It pains me to damn you like this, Breithonakt, first Raiocht’Nol of my children. But they shall never speak to you, or of you, save for
Bhailiu, who carries souls destined for eternity in Our company.” A pause, as souls innumerable and darkness shrouded him, encircling him, pulling him away from all he had ever known. “Fear not, vok dol yinn kroiata. There may come a time when you may redeem yourself, but you must want it. You must want it desperately.
“With each passing of an era, which shall last a million or more cycles ‘round the Center of our galaxy, you may cast one of your bones into the world. Only they may hear your song, your voice. But ‘tis up to you to convince them to protect, to uphold the balance as you have to save your siblings. Choose them well, Breithonakt. For the hearts and minds of mortals are fragile.
vok dol yinn kroiata.”
Thus began Breithonakt’s eternity judging the souls worthy of approaching his siblings’ and Mahoura’s children, of passing through this mighty Veil that protects the Heart of the Kuros.
Of his children, none have been able to hear his song without losing their minds. Though they know not the terrible secret kept of Breithonakt’s betrayal, the Kuros always err on the side of caution near a Cnámhdubh. Those unfortunate clans before rarely survived the madness that would eventually take the Black Boned ones, and it has been many, many cycles since the last.
MOD: @weirdlanders/ @pepper-peen-queen asked me if I wanted to answer this question, so after reviewing some of the lore (which was basically us shrieking ”OMG BUT WHAT IF THEY DID THE THING” “WHY WOULD YOU SAAAYYYY THAAAT” back and forth), she and I drafted up the origin of the Cnámhdubh.