#jasper dream trail

[the-ink-bean]

Just a little fanart for a passion project that I find interesting! :D they’ve got a really neat thing going on and I’m pretty excited to see what they’ll do in the future with it!!!!!!

Official account if interested is @dream-trail-rpg!!! Check them out if you want, no pressure of course.

[dream-trail-rpg]

Happy One Year Anniversary to the Dream Trail Demo!

art by @chipistrate

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.���

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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[ghostlysoaps]

Emergency First Aid

He finds Ghost in the bathroom, needle and thread in crimson-stained hands. 

White porcelain muddled with grime and blood, smeared across the cubicle glass. A bottle of something see-through sitting on the lip of the tub – the label near illegible by the fingerprints wrapped around it. Every detail pointing towards it being a scene from some B-list horror flick. Except it can't be. Because Johnny’s nails dig into the palms of his hands and pain has no presence in dreams.

Ghost's skin is almost as pale as the cradle he sits in. Johnny can see the stark blue of his veins through the fragile skin of his wrists. A far more flattering colour on him than red, it's why he pretends he doesn’t know where his favourite henley ended up.

"Get out of my fucking room, Soap."

Johnny nods and then proceeds further into the room, careful to avoid the droplets of blood staining the tiles in a fucked-up breadcrumb trail.

Ghost levels him with an unamused glare, a non-verbal "go away," ringing louder than if he'd said it outright. 

He ignores that too.

The stitching is neither crude nor neat when he leans in for a closer look. Serviceable. Bound to scar. It might have regardless, medical ain't miracle workers, but it might, might have left a thinner mark.

"Soap?"

Ghost's eyes are brown as jasper, doe-wide, extruding exhaustion and warmth – in spite of how much effort he puts into burying that bleeding heart of his. They track Johnny’s progress warily. Glides over him when he wraps his own fingers around the bottle, fingers a good half-inch shorter than the red stains already there. Johnny knows all this despite not looking. Because they've been here before. Too often for his liking. 

He sets about cleaning the tacky trails of blood from Ghost’s skin. 

"Johnny?"

Why are his hands shaking? They're not supposed to do that he doesn't think.

"It's just a scratch, I've had worse."

His tongue unsticks from where it lies dead and heavy in his mouth. "I fuckin' know. 'M not blind."

Warm, calloused hands envelop his own. They stop him from digging deeper welts into his own skin. Massages gently until Johnny, against his will, unclenches and unfolds like a flowering bloom at the first hint of sunlight.

"This won't be what kills me–"

"Haud yer wheesht! Whit this shoddy excuse fer sutures anything's–"

"–because I've no intention of leaving you yet," Ghost– Simon continues, as if Johnny hadn't interrupted him at all. "I've clawed myself back from the edge of hell more times than I care to count." He knocks their heads together, one hand moving to thread fingers though Johnny’s hair. "It's much easier now that I have something to come back to."

Johnny takes a moment to process and sift through the wreckage those words leave behind.

"Take yer damn mask off an' say tha' to my face," he growls.

And Simon doesn't hesitate for a second. He peels the mask off, his second skin, as if it's easier than breathing. As if Johnny’s words were the decree of a higher power he's helpless to obey. Scarred skin and chapped lips and dark circles blending into greasepaint greets him – a sight no longer unfamiliar, but a privilege to behold nonetheless. 

"I-" is as far as Simon comes before Johnny is surging forward to take his bottom lip between his teeth. He kisses him like something feral and starved. As if he could crawl into Simon's mouth if he tried hard enough. Push through muscle, bone and sinew to make space for himself in the hollow of his ribcage.

He doesn't like the anger with which he devours him – the ever-present companion snarling in his chest – but he needs him to understand. Thinks that if he tries hard enough Simon might taste the words lodged firmly behind his molars. I can't stand to lose you. It scares me to the point of losing my breath. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

For all his rage, for all the fiery passion with which he lashes out, in the end it all stems from fear.

"Could've at least gone to medical, ye absolute weapon," he bites out, one hand stressing over the skin right beneath Simon's wound.

"Couldn't stand the thought of anyone touching me," Simon murmurs, catching Johnny’s wrist the moment he goes to pull away as if burnt. "'S better now. I'd have told you to fuck off proper if I didn't–" he cuts himself off, the tips of his ears going pink.

Johnny fills in the blanks, eyes falling shut for the fraction of a second.

"Dinnae deep down wan' me to be here."

Simon shrugs.

Johnny exhales, leans forward and rests his forehead to Simon's shoulder, kisses him sweetly right after.

"Let me help you."

"Please." 

He's glad to be looking at Simon now because Simon, whenever Ghost has fled his visage, is an open book. And the way he's looking at Johnny? It's as if he'd taken every soft, sweet thing Johnny feels for him and is reflecting it right back.

With another steadying breath, Johnny gets to work. Gauze and adhesive tape, as quick as he dares so as to not prolong the pain. And when he's done he brushes his lips over the white bandaging, looking up through his lashes when the simple gesture of affection causes Simon's breath to hitch. Keeps to his knees despite the ache in them.

"You come to me next time," Johnny says, a plea more so than the demand he'd hoped for.

Simon reaches for him, cups his stubbled cheek in hand, thumb rubbing in broad strokes across a near imperceptible scar there – his next words ringing with the gravity of church bells and promises spoken within. 

"Alright, Johnny."

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Prompts via @whumperless-whump-event and @seth-whumps

[fandom-lover2]

Dirty Mirror

Chapter Three - Shot of Clarity

Word Count - 1049

-image not mine-

Chapter Two - Holding Tight

Things were hard after that.

You’d been discharged after a month and immediately moved in with Jack and his mother, Smokescreen becoming your new guardian.

It was five months before you were finally back to full health, physically. It was a rare occasion if you didn’t wake up screaming and covered in sweat, curling into yourself as the panic washed over you in waves while his voice played on repeat in your mind and his fingers wrapped around your delicate body.

June often expressed her worry for you, stating you needed to let people help you, but all her attempts were met with you shutting down and hiding in your room.

You only ate when forced and went days at a time without sleep. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t want to close your eyes. Every time you did you were forced to relive those moments over and over again, those brief seconds that shattered you in more ways than one.

The hardest thing for you though, was Optimus.

Every time you would silently break down, or wake up from another hellish dream, his name was the one you called. And then, you would remember the face that caused your pain. Those moments were truly when you felt most afraid and alone, when you didn’t have any other comfort to fall back onto.

You wanted your guardian, but just thinking of him made your healing bones break all over again.

That’s all you could think about as Smokescreen made his way across the uneven landscape 10 miles north of Jasper City to get to the forest. Ratchet had picked up an energon signal and Smokescreen was the bot chosen for the retrieval.

June had forced you to do this mission with Smokescreen. Just a simple scouting mission, but she’d claimed that “Getting out the house would be a good idea and get you back into the swing of things.”

You didn’t believe her, but managed to drag yourself out to Smokescreen’s awaiting vehicle.

Once you reached the tree line, the young bot transformed and began making his way into the woods, you trailing behind quietly.

Thankfully the walk wasn’t far as your weak muscles had just begun to ache when he stopped. You were standing in a small clearing, looking up at a cliff. Smokescreen could just reach the top if he stretched his arms above his head.

“Jump on.” he said, kneeling and offering a servo.

You jumped as if he had lunged to attack you.

Smokescreen froze, then laughed nervously as he stood. “What, you afraid of heights now?”

“Something like that.”

In truth, the idea of being held by another bot terrified you. What if he held too tight? What if he didn’t stop?

Smokescreen accepted your answer and scrambled up the slope, telling you to stay put until he came back for you. Finding a somewhat clear space, you sat down and began playing with a stick. It wasn’t long before you heard the faint rumbling of an engine.

A shiver ran down your spine as you stood, looking around frantically. You’d know that engine anywhere, it was a Peterbilt.

Turning around in circles frantically, you saw it. It was coming through the forest from your left, barreling over fallen branches and rocks.

You spun, trying to run, but your bones were still healing and panic blocked your vision. Tripping over a log, you hit the ground with a yelp.

The truck kept coming, getting closer and closer. It was in the clearing by the time you managed to turn sit up and you froze, body shaking.

The truck transformed, an action you’d witnessed a thousand times before. Usually you got a small spark of excitement and wonder. This time however, all you felt was paralyzing fear.

The darker toned bot looked down at you with his malice-filled yellowed eyes.

“Hello Y/n.” That was it, the body and voice that haunted your nightmares.

He reached out a servo toward you.

You whimpered, tears streaming down your face and you tried to scramble back.

Then, there were pedsteps, approaching from behind. These ones were familiar, and filled you with a sense of safety. They were heavier than Smokescreen’s and were gaining in volume and speed.

You turned to see the bot running toward you, his red and blue armor as vibrate as ever while his glowing cyan optics stayed locked on the threat ahead of you.

Soon, he was in the clearing as well, making sure to step over your body with a giant ped and slammed into the fake.

You blanked out during the fight, only really able to register that there was the sound of battle as the two metal titans fought. Eventually the fight came to one standing over the other, canon charged and ready.

The victors back was to you and the dimly lit forest meant you didn’t know which bot was about to be eliminated, but you didn’t have time to question it when the deafening shot sounded out a moment later.

You waited with baited breath as the winner stepped away from the corpse, body still shivering uncontrollably.

“Optimus?” was your shaky whisper.

The bot turned slowly, blue eyes meeting yours.

“Little One?” he called out.

His voice didn’t freeze you in place, his frame didn’t make your past injuries hurt. Before you stood your guardian.

You let out a sob as you scrambled to your feet, running toward him as fast as you could while tears filled and fell from your eyes.

Optimus knelt, servo held out and ready for you.

Jumping onto his metal appendage, he brought you up to his chestplates and cradled you there.

“I’m so sorry.” you gasped out, repeating the same phrase no matter how many times the Prime reassured you that it wasn’t your fault.

Finally, you were safe. It felt like all your bones fused together at once, your scars fading, the weight on your chest dissipating. You could breathe again.  

You both stayed like that for a long time, just relishing and remembering what it felt like to be in one another’s presence. For the first time in six months Optimus had you back in his servos, a place you both knew meant safety for you. And in that moment he vowed to himself that he would stop at nothing to ensure no one ever destroyed your comfort space again.

Tags: @ameryhn

[writewithmiaaa]

Gaurded Grace Pt.2

Pairings: Jasper Hale X reader

Warnings: None :-)

Summary: Jasper and Y/N meet again!

Type: fluff💗

Y/N couldn’t shake the events of that night from her mind. Days turned into weeks, and the memory of Jasper’s golden eyes and his unwavering protection lingered like a haunting melody. She continued her routine, but her thoughts often wandered to the mysterious vampire who had saved her. Would they see eachother again?

One crisp autumn afternoon, Y/N decided to visit the small, cozy bookstore downtown. The store was one of her favorite places, a haven of quiet and comfort. She wandered through the aisles, letting her fingers trail along the spines of books, feeling the familiar solace they offered.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the tall blonde figure entering the store until a soft voice broke her reverie.

“Y/N?”

She turned, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Jasper standing a few feet away. He looked as composed as ever, his eyes warm with recognition and something else—relief.

“Jasper,” she breathed, a smile spreading across her face. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He returned the smile, his posture relaxing slightly. “I like to come here sometimes. It’s peaceful.”

They stood in a comfortable silence for a moment, the bustling world outside the bookstore forgotten. Y/N felt an inexplicable connection to Jasper, as if their brief encounter had forged an unbreakable bond.

“Would you like to join me for a coffee?” Y/N asked, surprising herself with the boldness of the invitation. “There’s a café just around the corner.”

Jasper’s smile widened. “You know, I don’t drink… that… but i’d be happy to join you darlin’.”

They left the bookstore and made their way to the café, the conversation flowing easily between them. Y/N found herself intrigued by Jasper’s quiet intensity and his old-fashioned manners. He pulled out her chair for her, a gesture that felt both charming and surreal.

As they settled at a corner table, Y/N couldn’t help but ask, “How did you know where to find me that night?”

Jasper’s expression grew serious. “My family and I were tracking James. He’s a danger to anyone who crosses his path. He had taken a particular liking to the human girl my brother Edward is dating, and desires to hunt her. It’s all a game to him. When I heard someone was in the studio, I couldn’t ignore it.”

Y/N nodded, absorbing his words. “I’m grateful you were there. But it must be difficult, living with that kind of threat.”

Jasper’s eyes softened. “It’s a part of our existence. But we do what we can to protect those who are unaware of our world.”

Y/N sipped her coffee, considering his words. “It’s hard to believe all this exists beneath the surface of our everyday lives. Vampires, supernatural threats...”

Jasper chuckled softly. “It can be overwhelming. But it’s also a reminder of how resilient humans are. How you are.”

She felt a blush rise to her cheeks at his compliment. “I don’t feel very resilient. I was terrified.”

“And yet, you’re here now,” Jasper said gently. “Facing it.”

They spent hours talking, the conversation shifting from the supernatural to more mundane topics. Y/N learned about Jasper’s love for history and literature, his struggles with his vampire nature, and his deep bond with his family. In turn, she shared her passion for ballet, her favorite books, and the dreams she held close to her heart.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the café, Y/N realized how comfortable she felt with Jasper. He wasn’t just the mysterious vampire who had saved her; he was someone she genuinely liked and wanted to know better.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she admitted quietly, her eyes meeting his.

Jasper reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers in a gentle, reassuring touch. “The feeling is mutual, Y/N. I’m glad we met again.”

They left the café together, walking through the quiet streets as dusk settled over the town. Y/N felt a sense of contentment, a feeling that everything was falling into place.

As they reached her apartment building, Jasper paused. “Would you like to meet again? Maybe see more of the town?”

Y/N smiled, her heart light. “I’d love that.”

With a final, lingering look, Jasper bid her goodnight and disappeared into the twilight. Y/N watched him go, knowing this was just the beginning of their story—a tale of guarded grace and unexpected connections that would intertwine their lives in ways she had yet to imagine.

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Y/N found herself eagerly anticipating her next meeting with Jasper. They arranged to meet at a local park known for its serene beauty and secluded walking trails. The park was a tapestry of autumn colors, leaves crunching underfoot as Y/N made her way to their designated meeting spot.

Jasper was already there, leaning against a tree with an easy grace. He looked up as she approached, a smile lighting up his features.

"Y/N," he greeted warmly. "It's good to see you again."

"Likewise," she replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest.

They began to walk along the path, the conversation picking up effortlessly from where they had left off. Jasper asked about her ballet practice, and Y/N shared stories about her recent performances and the challenges of perfecting her technique.

"And what about you?" she asked, curious. "What do you do when you're not saving people from rogue vampires?"

Jasper chuckled. "I spend a lot of time with my family. We move around quite a bit to avoid drawing attention. And I read—a lot. There's always something new to learn."

Y/N nodded, intrigued by his dedication to knowledge. "What's your favorite period in history?"

"That's a tough one," Jasper mused. "I suppose I'm particularly drawn to the Civil War era. I lived through it, and it shaped a lot of who I am today."

Y/N stopped walking, her eyes widening. "You lived through the Civil War? I mean, I know you're... well old, but that's so cool! What was it like?"

Jasper's expression grew dark. "It was a time of great turmoil and change. I was a soldier, and it was both exhilarating and devastating. It taught me a lot about humanity—both its capacity for destruction and its need to continue.”

They continued walking, Y/N absorbing his words. She found herself wanting to know everything about him, to understand the depth of his experiences and the complexities of his world.

As they neared a quiet clearing, Jasper turned to her, his gaze intense. "Y/N, I need to tell you something."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

"Being around you, it's different. I feel a connection, something I haven't felt in a long time. But my world is dangerous. Being close to me means accepting that risk."

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Jasper, I can't pretend to understand everything about your world, but I do know that I feel something too. And I'm willing to face whatever comes with that."

Jasper's eyes softened, a mixture of relief and admiration in his gaze. "You're braver than you know."

They stood there for a moment, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Y/N felt a sense of determination settling in her chest. She was ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as it meant being with Jasper.

A/N: HI! So sorry this has taken so long, but I literally hated this chapter and I kept redoing it, to the point where I have given up 😘 sooo i hope you enjoy!

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We've got six new releases on our radar this week! Which ones do you want to check out?

Aisle Nine by Ian X. Cho HarperCollins

It’s Black Friday—and the apocalypse is on sale! Ever since the world filled with portals to hell and bloodthirsty demons started popping out on the reg, Jasper’s life has gotten worse and worse. A teenage nobody with no friends or family, he is plagued by the life he can’t remember and the person he’s sure he’s supposed to be. Jasper spends his days working as a checkout clerk at the Here for You discount mart, where a hell portal in aisle nine means danger every shift. But at least at the mart he can be near his crush, Kyle Kuan, a junior member of the monster-fighting Vanguard, though Kyle really seems to hate Jasper for reasons he doesn’t remember or understand. But when Jasper and Kyle learn they both share a frightening vision of the impending apocalypse, they’re forced to team up and uncover the uncomfortable truth about the hell portals and the demons that haunt the world. Because the true monsters are not always what they seem, the past is not always what we wish, and like it or not, on Black Friday, all hell will break loose starting in aisle nine. Perfect for fans of Grasshopper Jungle or The Last of Us comes Aisle Nine, the debut young adult novel from rising YA star Ian X. Cho.

A Constellation of Minor Bears by Jen Ferguson Heartdrum

Award-winning author Jen Ferguson has written a powerful story about teens grappling with balancing resentment with enduring friendship—and how to move forward with a life that’s not what they’d imagined. Before that awful Saturday, Molly used to be inseparable from her brother, Hank, and his best friend, Tray. The indoor climbing accident that left Hank with a traumatic brain injury filled Molly with anger. While she knows the accident wasn’t Tray’s fault, she will never forgive him for being there and failing to stop the damage. But she can’t forgive herself for not being there either. Determined to go on the trio’s post-graduation hike of the Pacific Crest Trail, even without Hank, Molly packs her bag. But when her parents put Tray in charge of looking out for her, she is stuck backpacking with the person who incites her easy anger. Despite all her planning, the trail she’ll walk has a few more twists and turns ahead. . . .

Faeries Never Lie: Tales to Revel In edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker Feiwel & Friends

Faeries Never Lie, the next young adult collection in the Untold Legends series edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker, is filled with fourteen short stories to revel in, that center faeries of varying genders and cultures! There’s something to be said for starting your first day in faerie boarding school, for chasing a faerie through Chang’an during the Tang Dynasty, for searching for the missing part of your throuple who may have run away with a faerie prince, for descending into madness after spending countless nights plagued by the same faerie dream—and much more. Fly into this revelry filled with tricksters, lovers, monsters, and the like, in this exciting collection for those who love faeries and those who are experiencing them for the first time! Edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker, Faeries Never Lie features short stories from beloved authors Nafiza Azad, Holly Black, Dhonielle Clayton, Christine Day, Chloe Gong, Tessa Gratton, Kwame Mbalia, Ryan La Sala, L.L. McKinney, Anna-Marie McLemore, Kaitlyn Sage Patterson, Rory Power.

Flamboyants: The Queer Harlem Renaissance I Wish I'd Known written by George M. Johnson & illustrated by Charly Palmer Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

From the New York Times–bestselling author of All Boys Aren’t Blue comes an empowering set of essays about Black and Queer icons from the Harlem Renaissance. In Flamboyants, George M. Johnson celebrates writers, performers, and activists from 1920s Black America whose sexualities have been obscured throughout history. Through 14 essays, Johnson reveals how American culture has been shaped by icons who are both Black and Queer – and whose stories deserve to be celebrated in their entirety. Interspersed with personal narrative, powerful poetry, and illustrations by award-winning illustrator Charly Palmer, Flamboyants looks to the past for understanding as to how Black and Queer culture has defined the present and will continue to impact the future. With candid prose and an unflinching lens towards truth and hope, George M. Johnson brings young adult readers an inspiring collection of biographies that will encourage teens today to be unabashed in their layered identities.

The Hysterical Girls of St. Bernadette's by Hanna Alkaf Salaam Reads / Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

For over a hundred years, girls have fought to attend St. Bernadette’s, with its reputation for shaping only the best and brightest young women. Unfortunately, there is also the screaming. When a student begins to scream in the middle of class, a chain reaction starts that impacts the entire school. By the end of the day, seventeen girls are affected—along with St. Bernadette’s stellar reputation. Khadijah’s got her own scars to tend to, and watching her friends succumb to hysteria only rips apart wounds she’d rather keep closed. But when her sister falls to the screams, Khad knows she’s the only one who can save her. Rachel has always been far too occupied trying to reconcile her overbearing mother’s expectations with her own secret ambitions to pay attention to school antics. But just as Rachel finds her voice, it turns into screams. Together, the two girls find themselves digging deeper into the school’s dark history, hunting for the truth. Little do they know that a specter lurks in the darkness, watching, waiting, and hungry for its next victim…

Payal Mehta's Romance Revenge Plot by Preeti Chhibber Kokila

This laugh-out-loud debut romance introduces perfectly imperfect Payal Mehta, whose plan to get her long-time crush to finally notice her is destined for success, but only if she ignores her budding feelings for her archnemesis... Payal Mehta has had a crush on popular, athletic, all-around perfect Jonathan Slate ever since he smiled at her in freshman–year Spanish class. At a party during spring break of her junior year, Payal finally works up the courage to ask Jon to hang out. However, her romantic plans are derailed when he vomits on her Keds. Twice. But when Jon offers to take her out to lunch as an apology, Payal is convinced this is the start of their love story. Over chalupas and burritos at Taco Bell, Payal's best jokes are landing as planned. Jon is basically choking on his Coke—and then it happens. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Payal is (finally) about to get the guy. And then he tries to set her up with his Indian friend. Payal's best friends, Neil Patel and Divya Bhatt, are just as mad about the microaggression as Payal is, but they think she’s a little too hung up on him. Determined to teach Jon a lesson by making him fall for her, Payal ropes in her archnemesis, Philip Kim, to help by ceding creative control over their psych project. It’s the perfect plan. Minus Philip’s snarky, annoying quips and lack of faith in its success. But as Payal lies to the people she loves, hides the too-Indian parts of herself in front of her crush, and learns that maybe Philip isn't the worst, she starts to wonder if what she's been looking for has been scowling at her all along...

[myloveforhergoeson]

hello. in usual ash fashion i want to write but i don't want it to be any of my current works. so i'm taking a crack at @partiallypearl 's ipod shuffle challenge! though im cheating by using spotify, i'm just going to put on my liked songs playlist and see what comes up :) continue reading if interested <3

hayloft - mother mother

pairing: rames

james knew sneaking into roxy's bedroom was a bad idea. her father had been clear about that from the moment they'd started dating.

but he didn't care. it's not like declan would actually do anything to him, considering how that would affect the daughter he'd give the entire world to.

james would give her the world too - declan just couldn't tell that from the incriminating position he'd found the two teenage lovers in under her bright red duvet.

good thing james had left the window open, considering he'd scrambled out of it as quickly as he could.

roxy was screaming, so was declan, as the man crammed himself through the doorframe and began to take off after james. he chased him all the way down the block and into the forested trail, yelling some of the scariest threats the teenager had ever heard.

-

i never told you what i do for a living - my chemical romance

pairing: rames (rockstar roxy au)

"what brings you around here?" he asked, gazing out at the palm woods pool as he finally managed to catch the girl's attention. "i thought you already had a place with your dad."

"i do," she said, buffing her nails on her shirt. "he's hard to live with, rockstar lifestyle and all. figured it was time i flew the coop and got a place of my own."

"and you can... afford that? aren't you my age?"

"you know how well performing pays the bills."

that caught james' attention. "what...?"

"oh, come on," roxy laughed, a hand reaching out to brush his arm. it reminded him of their little encounter of the rocque records conference room. "i never told you what i do for a living?"

the boy shook his head, confused.

"i'm a performer, just like you," the girl shared. "time to forge a rockstar lifestyle befitting me, not him."

-

older - five seconds of summer

pairing: kaisy-ish. if you squint. more like mae walker x jasper walker lol

daisy didn't think there was anything better than watching her grandparents together. they had a bond that endured all; happiness and heartbreak and everything in between.

the two of them had been through so much together, it was almost hard for her to fathom.

the two of them sat in the study, next to each other on the worn out couch they'd had in there forever and ever. her grandpa had a world war 2 book cracked open for the two of them to read. while he was focused on the pages, his hand cradled hers.

he knew that she was starting to fall asleep on his shoulder, but kept as normal anyway.

daisy wanted something like that. something real. natural. as easy as breathing.

she didn't want to get older without a love like that, she decided, pouring over the sketchbook in her lap. just as she decided what to begin to draw - the scene in front of her - the chime on her laptop went off to alert her of a new message.

-

driving through a dream - andrew mcmahon in the wilderness

pairing: rames

one of these days, roxy was going to force james to get his driver's license. it always stressed her out so bad when he drove without one, but tonight they'd had no choice as they headed back into la from santa monica.

the songwriter was literally falling asleep on her feet after their jam packed day of fun, hardly able to keep her eyes open long enough to focus on anything in particular.

the radio was on, a tape of her favorite songs blasting through the stereo of the old pontiac gto, and the music mixed with the sound of the rustling wind as she laid her head on james' shoulder as they soared down the highway.

he always looked so cool, even with the wind whipping his hair wildly. he knew it too; she didn't need to peek at him to know the smirk growing across his face as she cuddled closer into him as the fall air chilled her skin.

"try to get some sleep," he told her, barely audible over all the other highway noises. "i'll wake you at home."

-

miss you - louis tomlinson

pairing: olive & roxy (college au)

"everything is great," olive assured her best friend, cradling the half-drank mug of beer in her palms. "everything is fucking great."

roxy knew this was the furthest thing from the truth, however. olive always got like this when her on-off relationship with the boy from her psych 101 class was going downhill.

"it will be," the other girl promised. "after one more pint... or five..."

olive snorted, looking out at the others hanging out around the sleazy bar 20 minutes away from their dorm. without saying anything, she got up and ordered four shots from the bartender.

not too long later, she and roxy were the only ones on the makeshift dance floor, singing along to the justin bieber tune roxy had begged the dj to play for them.

-

INFATUATION - i don't know how but they found me

pairing: kaisy

if kendall didn't have his phone on him, it made him anxious.

what if daisy-mae sent him a message and he wasn't able to reply to it?

would she think he had better things to do than talk to her?

he didn't think he ever would for the rest of his life.

besides, she said she didn't have a good way of reliably communicating with him until the laptop she'd ordered arrived. the laptop she'd bought just to talk to him.

how crazy was that? was it crazy to be crazy about her crazy decisions?

talking to her was his only repeive from the mess of his current state. no need to worry about hockey, or his knee, or anything else.

his friends said it was infatuation... katie had called it obsession... and kendall had no idea which term he preferred.

-

lost my cool - stand atlantic

pairing: roxy & mag

waiting was all roxy did. for the right time to share the song. for mag to indicate he liked her as much as she liked him. for any sign brand new day had a gig. for an excuse to hang out around the boy she might have been falling in love with.

what a fat lot of good that did her, considering she was running down the halls of her high school, face in her hands trying to hide the tears streaming down her face.

normally, she prided herself in being able to control her emotions well, but after mag had laughed in her face at the thought of them being together... anyone in her position would do the same.

she'd always thought it was so cliche when that happened in the movies or tv shows she watched, but now, living it in her own reality, she felt far more sympathetic to the plight of protagonists like kat stratford. maybe she should take a page out of her book and tell mag to eat shit, but the thought of ever seeing him again made her begin to cry even harder.

-

yellow - coldplay

pairing: kaisy

kendall wished being able to play the guitar turned him into songwriter he wanted to be. it wasn't enough that daisy liked the music he played, he wanted her to like the music he made.

he'd tried everything, scratching out all his thoughts onto the pages of his school notebook before tearing them out and crumpling them into a ball to trash in the corner of his room.

just as he went to write again, the chime on his computer went off. daisy was online.

look at the stars she sent aren't they exceptionally beautiful tonight?

he didn't think twice before he opened the blinds to his room, looking up at the same night sky as her, despite being thousands of miles apart. the streetlights outside his house doused his vision in a pale yellow.

and the lyric he managed to come up with then was just as stupid as the rest of them, but he wrote it out any way.

look at the stars. look how they shine for you.

the corner of his mouth perked up. that was a pretty good start, even if he could never put into words how much daisy meant to him.

-

one less lonely girl by justin bieber

pairing: roxy & logan (wag au), lolive if you squint

"you're not understanding me, hockey head!" roxy practically yelled at logan, taking his shoulders in his hands and shaking violently. "it's non-negotiable. you're singing this to her at the reception or else."

"we're not even engaged!" logan cried right back. not that he hadn't thought about it before...

"i don't care!" his friend continued to shake him. "there's no way i'm giving her to you unless you tell me right now - swear to me - you're going to do it!"

"she's not yours to give away," logan pointed out, starting to get a headache.

"do i need to get wren on the phone? because she'll be on my side!"

that threat did hold quite a lot of weight; when it came to olive's best interests, roxy and wren did tend to see eye to eye.

"...fine," the hocky player conceded, cheeks growing a firey red. "and not just because you're threatening me..."

-

when you need a man - the driver era

pairing: pre-relationship rames, dak x roxy

it was infuriating to see dak anywhere in the vicinity of roxy. james didn't understand how she couldn't see how miserable he'd made her over the last few weeks. standing her up at the party, getting all up in her shit for hanging out with other guys, a whole list of things he could think of off the top of his head.

but it didn't matter, at least not to him, because he'd be there for her regardless. that was what a good friend did, even if he desperately wanted to be more.

when she needed a man, she'd call on him, and he'd be ready to swoop in and take care of her. show her what a real relationship looked like. turn her entire world upside down.

--

hi! if you made it this far, you deserve a medal. these are so embarrassing. now you know why it takes me so long to get my chapters out LOLLL. writing with brevity is literally my worst nightmare!!!!!! but anyway i hope you enjoyed <3 ty for reading ily

[declanowo]

An Introduction to Lives Worth Missing: Act One

Hello! My name is Declan, and I am the author of Lives Worth Missing: Act One. The novel focuses on Rosie Williams and her three friends, Evan, Hayden and Jasper, and what happens after they’re all killed in unexpected and supernatural manners. Their deaths and subsequent resurrections define their young lives from this point on, and the narrative follows them as they’re guided to fight back against dark forces and keep themselves out of misadventure, all as a larger plot unravels above them. 

For so long, these characters have lived inside my brain, although they’ve shifted a lot in design, characterisation and trajectory in these long winding years. Initially, I conceived Lives Worth Missing as nothing more than a dream - I had crafted this long sprawling narrative in my mind that felt impossible to ever truly craft alone. I was inspired by cartoons I grew up on such as Adventure Time, Steven Universe, Over the Garden Wall and Gravity Falls. There is an evident throughline with these shows, their often episodic storytelling bleeds into a larger story, the episodic narrative is aided by the serialised stories laced into the plot.

Although the idea was born far earlier, I have sketches of the characters from 2020, with ideas for plots in my documents from several years prior. Many pieces have left since then, many have stayed, but surprisingly the general structure of twelve volumes split into three acts has become a constant. 

Currently, I am working on the sequel to Lives Worth Missing: Act One, which would of course be called, Lives Worth Missing: Act Two, comprising volumes five - eight, with an eventual third act finishing the story with volumes nine - twelve. Hopefully that all makes sense. I’m also working on another story that’s currently unnamed, but it’s slowly taking a more rigid form. 

Back to the release of Lives Worth Missing: Act One, this is a story that I have cherished for years, it’s grown alongside me, and so in the end, the novel was always going to be about growing up, the changes we face and how that affects those around us. I would say there are three main themes in the series: growing up, companionship, and storytelling. All of these are integrally tied to my growth and how the story itself changed alongside me. 

To give a few more specifics about the novel, the stories often combine fantasy and horror together, although certainly a lighter element of horror to begin with. Horror is my favourite genre, and I think that inevitably makes it bleed into my work - I almost entirely watch horror movies, and slowly have started to read more and more horror books, and as such, it’s difficult to avoid its influence, and frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

For anyone curious about examples of the chapters plots, they include: 

The main cast attempting to foil an assassination attempt at a water park. 

The main cast unknowingly trapped inside a Sitcom, written entirely as a script.

The cast is hypnotised by a teleshopping show. 

People in the village are mysteriously turning into statues.

To earn money, the cast is tasked with babysitting, only to learn that “baby” is a haunted doll. 

And so many more across the book's 100 chapters :) 

There are strong motifs that evoke nostalgia and youth such as a trail of VHS tapes and trading card games. Trials of childhood are told through fantastical allegories, and through it all, the heart of the novel is the ensemble cast and how they interact and grow. 

I am incredibly proud of my work on this book! I hope this has encouraged anyone to read the book! And to anyone who does, it means the world to me! For as long as I’ve known, becoming an author has been my wildest and deepest dream, and to be there is overwhelming. Crafting these stories is truly what I love doing, and I hope that others can enjoy the world I have built here :) I can’t wait to share it with others!

The book can be purchased here!

Or here!

And I can be found elsewhere here!

- Declan :)

[alyssaforevermore]

Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake 3. Earth Kills

Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Show: The 100

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC

Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Tags: @mellxander1993 @sweetz1919 @jordangdelacruz

Masterlist

The following day I found myself behind the dropship, collecting more wood for fires. We had returned to camp with the large cat Wells had killed, Bellamy using everyone's hunger as a way to get them to remove their wristbands. I was able to hold out, sneaking some food once everyone had piled into the dropship for the night.

I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Jasper spent most of it groaning in pain, while the other delinquents yelled for him to shut up. The groaning was still going on, though I'd begun to tune it out for the most part.

Grabbing my pile of wood, I headed around the dropship and towards the fire, dropping it all into the pile Wells had started earlier. Just as the wood fell to the ground, the sound of screaming filled my ears.

I ran towards the dropship, climbing the ladder to the top floor and shoving the door open.

"Hold him still, I need to cut away the infected flesh." Clarke held a knife in her hand, while Monty, Wells and Finn held Jasper down.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked.

Octavia soon climbed through the door, standing at my side. "Stop it! You're killing him."

"She's trying to save his life." Finn rolled his eyes.

"She can't," Bellamy spoke, joining us on the top floor. "Look at him, he might as well be dead already."

Wells stood up, stepping in front of Bellamy. "Back off."

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die," Clarke said.

"He's making us all crazy, Clarke," I spoke up.

"This isn't the Ark, Athena." Clarke snapped. "Down here, every life matters."

I shook my head. "I'm not saying his life doesn't matter. Just look at him, he's suffering. He's not going to make it."

Clarke shook her head, her eyes meeting Octavia's. "Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"This isn't about hope, it's about guts," Bellamy said. "You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days. If he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself."

I kicked my feet and bit my lower lip, catching Wells' eyes. "Athena, come on. You can't be on his side."

"I'm sorry, but I am," I said, my eyes fixed on the metal floor beneath me. "The longer you four play doctor, the more he's suffering for nothing. It's time to let go."

Bellamy and I turned to leave. "Come on, O." He said.

"I'm staying here."

Bellamy shook his head, climbing back down the ladder.

I turned to the group. "I hope you guys are right about this, but if you're not..." I trailed off, shaking my head and heading down the ladder myself.

...

Later that afternoon, I watched as a group prepped to go hunting. The sound of Jasper screaming in pain was starting to give me a headache and all I wanted to do was leave camp.

When I spotted Bellamy exit the dropship to join them, I rushed to his side.

"Hey, you guys are going hunting?"

He raised an eyebrow. "We are."

"Good, I'm in."

Bellamy shook his head, smirking. "You want to go hunting?"

I stepped in front of him, both of us coming to a complete stop. "Look, I can't listen to Jasper anymore. I need to get out of here. Besides, an extra hand can't hurt, can it?"

Looking me up and down, Bellamy sighed. "Do you know anything about hunting?"

"No, but I'm a quick learner."

"As long as you don't get in the way, sure you can come."

I clapped my hands together. "Let's go then."

...

We had been hunting for a few hours before finally coming across a boar. It was plumb, enough meat on its bones to feed all of us tonight. My mouth was watering just thinking about how good it would taste.

Bellamy pressed his pointer finger to his lips. "Shh... She's mine."

I watched as he stepped closer and just as he was about to attack, a stick snapped behind us. Bellamy spun around, throwing his axe in the direction of the noise as the boar ran off. The rest of the group, aside from Atom ran after it, screaming like a bunch of idiots.

Turning around, I spotted a young blonde girl peeking out from behind a tree. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the axe which had hit the tree next to her head.

Bellamy dropped his hands to his sides. "Who the hell are you?"

"C-Charlotte." The girl mumbled.

"He could've killed you." I hissed, causing the girl to frown.

Bellamy sighed, stepping forward. "Why aren't you back at camp?"

"The guy who is dying," Charlotte spoke, her eyes fixed on the ground. "I just couldn't listen to it anymore."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh. "You and me both,"

"There are grounders out here," Atom spoke. "It's not safe for a little girl."

"I'm not little."

Bellamy and I exchanged glances. "Well then," Bellamy said, pulling a knife out of his pocket. "You can't hunt without a weapon." He handed Charlotte the knife. "Ever kill anything before?"

Charlotte shook her head.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be good at it." Bellamy smiled before turning around and heading off to find the others.

I smiled at her as well. "Come on,"

Charlotte and I followed Bellamy and Atom through the forest. We had yet to find the others when suddenly, a swarm of bugs flew past us.

"What the hell?" Atom asked.

Rats, which I had yet to see on the ground, began scurrying in the same direction the bugs had flown. I watched as a cloud of yellow began forming in front of us, a horn sounding in the air.

"That can't be good." I mumbled.

"Come on! There are caves this way." Bellamy spoke, running off.

The three of us followed Bellamy, myself being sure to keep Charlotte within my reach. I watched as Atom tripped, though I didn't stop. I just kept running until I too fell.

My head connected with a rock, causing me to scream out in pain.

This is it. This is how I die.

Just as I accepted my fate, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me from the ground. "Charlotte, keep going!" It was Bellamy.

I tried my best to run, though Bellamy pulled me most of the way. Finally, we reached the cave and Bellamy let go of me, closing the entrance with a larger rock. I slid down the wall of the cave, pressing my hand to the back of my head.

"Are you okay?" Charlotte asked.

I nodded, removing my hand and examining the blood on it. "Yeah, I'll be alright."

"What happened to Atom?" Bellamy asked.

I looked away, unable to explain how I left him behind.

Bellamy sighed. "We should be safe here for the night."

"Should be?" Charlotte asked.

"Will be," I spoke up. "We will be safe here."

Charlotte frowned, and I knew she believed that as much as I did.

...

We had been stuck in the cave for a while, Charlotte having fallen asleep. Bellamy inspected the wound on my head, touching it lightly. I let out a yelp, swatting his hand away.

He moved back. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I spoke, my voice shaking. "Is it bad?"

"It looks like the bleeding has stopped at least. No sleeping for you though."

I sighed. "Not like I've done much sleeping down here anyways."

We were both silent for a few moments before finally, Bellamy cleared his throat. "Do you think everyone back at camp is okay?"

"I'm sure they are," I said. "They probably all hid inside the dropship."

"Safer there than here, I guess."

"I was sure the fog would've slipped through a crack of this cave." I looked over at Charlotte. "Poor kid probably didn't expect to almost die twice today. She's lucky your aim sucks."

Bellamy chuckled. "It wasn't bad considering I wasn't looking in that direction."

"Alright, I'll give you that." I smiled, before the thought of Atom filled my mind. "I left him behind..."

"What?"

"Atom," I said. "I saw him fall. I could've stopped and helped him up, but I didn't."

Bellamy shook his head. "You were afraid."

"And you weren't?" I asked, tears welling in my eyes. "You ran back to save me. You shouldn't have. You should've kept going."

"What's done is done, Athena. You can't change it now, so learn from it, do better next time."

I nodded, my eyes beginning to flutter shut as a wave of exhaustion washed over me. "You almost sound like my father."

Bellamy ignored my remark. "Hey, no sleeping, alright?"

"I'm tired."

"Too bad," Bellamy frowned. "Why did you get locked up?"

"What?"

"If you keep talking, you'll stay awake. Tell me why you got locked up."

I shook my head. "It was stupid."

"How stupid?"

"Bellamy-"

"Athena." His voice was stern.

I took a deep breath. "Someone I cared about, their father was sick. The Ark wouldn't give him the medication he needed, so I stole it." Bellamy's eyes grew slightly wider. "I stole my mother's keycard to get into the medicine cabinet and of course, they figured out it was me and thus I was arrested."

"You must've really cared about that person," Bellamy mumbled.

"He was like my second father," I admitted. "I mean, you know how my dad is. When I started dating my boyfriend, his father was always nice to me. Always making sure I was okay, something my dad never really bothered to do." I paused for a second, wiping my eyes. "I couldn't just sit back and watch him die. Not after everything he's done for me."

Bellamy was silent for a moment. "Did he make it?"

"Yeah, he did." I smiled. "Knowing that makes all of this worth it, as much as I wish I wasn't down here right now. I would give anything to be able to see my mom again, hug her, tell her I love her." I watched as Bellamy's face fell. "Bellamy, I'm sorry-"

"No, it's okay." He said, mustering up a small smile.

I shook my head. "No, It's not. Nothing about what they do up there is okay."

Just as Bellamy went to speak, Charlotte began tossing, letting out a small scream.

"Charlotte," Bellamy spoke, rushing to her side. "Wake up."

Charlotte shot up, panting. "I'm sorry."

Bellamy frowned. "Does that happen often?"

Charlotte nodded.

"What are you scared of?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter," Bellamy said. "The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

I almost felt like he was talking to me as well.

"But, I'm asleep," Charlotte mumbled.

"Fears are fears. Slay your demons while you're awake, they won't be able to get you while you sleep."

"How?"

Bellamy looked over at me for a moment, before looking back to Charlotte. "You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death. Let me see that knife I gave you." Charlotte nodded, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the knife. She handed it over to Bellamy, who squeezed the handle in his hand. "Now, when you feel afraid, you hold this knife tight and say 'screw you, I'm not afraid'."

He handed the knife back to Charlotte, who held onto the knife as tight as she could with both hands. "S-screw you, I'm not afraid."

"Louder."

Charlotte looked to me, and I nodded. "Screw you. I'm not afraid."

Bellamy smiled, patting her on the shoulder. "Slay your demons kid, then you'll be able to sleep."

Charlotte nodded with a small smile. Still holding the knife in her hands, she rolled back over and fell back asleep. Bellamy made his way back over to me, sitting down with his back against the cave wall.

"I think I'm starting to see where Octavia gets it from,"

...

The following morning, Bellamy pushed the rock covering the cave opening out of the way. He stepped outside, looking around.

"It's all clear," He said before stepping out further. "Is anyone out here? Jones?"

"We're here!" Jones called out.

I stood from my spot, my legs shaking under me. "It's okay, Charlotte. We can head back to camp now."

Charlotte nodded, standing up and following me out of the cave.

"Where'd you guys go?" Bellamy asked Jones.

"We made it to a cave down there," Jones pointed to the West.

I stepped forward. "Did you guys see Atom?"

Jones shook his head, causing me to frown.

"We'll find him," Bellamy assured me. "Let's head back to camp."

...

Most of the walk back to camp was quiet, aside from the occasional call-out for Atom. We had yet to find him, a fact that was slowly driving me insane. I could feel my fingernails piercing the palm of my hands hidden under my jacket, surly drawing blood.

A hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly.

"Sorry," Bellamy said, looking me over. "You've been quiet, I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

Last night had shown a different side of Bellamy I had never expected to see. I had half expected him to switch back to his douchebag persona the second we left that cave. Instead, here he was, asking if I was alright.

My cheeks began to heat up, causing me to focus on the ground underneath my feet. "I'll feel a lot better once we find Atom."

Bellamy nodded.

The rest of the group had fallen behind us, though Charlotte was so far ahead of us I could barely make out her silhouette through the trees. No matter how many times I had called out for her, she just kept going.

Charlotte finally disappeared from my sight and just a few moments later, her frightened screams rang out through the forest. Without hesitating, Bellamy and I sprung into action, running in her direction.

Before long we found her, standing over a body.

Atom.

"Oh my god,"

Bellamy moved closer, kneeling down and looking Atom over. He was covered in bloody boils and blisters, his skin looking as if it had been slowly burned away. His eyes were glossy, his pupils small.

I placed my hand on Charlotte's shoulder before making my way over to the two. Atom was shaking, stuttering incoherently. Finally, he was able to get out a few broken words: kill me, please.

Bellamy stood up, taking a few steps back as the rest of the group joined us. Stepping forward, Charlotte pulled out the knife Bellamy had given her earlier. She handed it to Bellamy and whispered, "Done be afraid."

Taking a deep breath, Bellamy cleared his throat. "All of you head back to camp. Charlotte, you too."

The group dispersed, including Charlotte, though she was more reluctant to leave than rest had been. Bellamy eyed me, still standing just a few meters away.

"Bellamy, I can't-"

"I know," He spoke, nodding.

Bellamy knelt back down, holding the knife in his hand. I sat across from him on the other side of Atom, watching as Bellamy's eyes shifted around.

Atom spoke again through broken words, begging Bellamy to do it. I watched as Bellamy sat there unable to move. Finally, I reached over, taking the hand he was holding the knife with in mine.

Bellamy looked up at me and for a second I could see tears welling in his blue eyes. I slowly slipped the knife out of his hand and into my own, pulling my hand away and placing it at my side.

"Athena-"

"I can do this," Taking a deep breath, I looked down at Atom. "Okay, I'm going to help you. Just breathe, alright?"

I placed my free hand on Atom's cheek, lightly brushing it with my thumb as I moved the knife towards the side of his neck. I slowly slid the blade into his skin, pulling it out just the same.

As Atom slowly bled out, I continued to comfort him as best as I could at that moment. Finally, Atom stopped moving and I knew he was gone.

Looking up, I was met with Bellamy's sorrowful eyes. It was at that moment that I realized I had been crying, a droplet of salt falling into my mouth.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my free hand before wiping the bloody knife on the ground and handing it back to Bellamy. "We should get him back to camp, bury him with the others."

...

Finn, Wells and Clarke had soon found us and helped us get Atom's body back to camp. I hadn't spoken the rest of the way back, knowing if I opened my mouth I would only start to cry again.

The camp gate was quickly opened upon our arrival, Clarke rushing ahead of us and demanding quick action in making Jasper's medicine. Bellamy ordered a few of the delinquents to get Clarke anything she needed, while Wells headed off to dig a grave for Atom.

Across the camp, I watched as Octavia exited the dropship. She chatted with Clarke for a moment before her face sunk and she yanked herself away, rushing over to myself and Bellamy.

"Octavia, just stay back, please," Bellamy commanded.

"Why?"

Octavia attempted to push past Bellamy, only to fail. Upon her second attempt, she managed to get past him, her eyes quickly falling on the body whose face was covered by a jacket. She got on her knees and looked at her brother before looking back to the jacket, slowly lifting it.

Octavia let out a small gasp, tears swelling in her eyes. "Atom."

Bellamy frowned, reaching over to touch her. "There was nothing I could do."

"Don't!" Octavia hissed, shoving his hand away before standing up.

"O, please let me explain-"

"I said don't."

With that, Octavia ran off towards the dropship.

Soon Murphy approached, earning a sigh from Bellamy. "Did you lose anyone here today?" He asked.

"No."

"Jasper?" I asked.

Murphy glared at me. "Still breathing, barely." He turned his attention back to Bellamy. "I tried to take him out but your psycho little sister-"

Bellamy quickly shoved Murphy before grabbing the collar of his shirt.

"Bellamy-"

"My what?" Bellamy asked before raising his voice even more. "My what?"

"Your little sister," Murphy mumbled, shoving Bellamy off of him.

Bellamy nodded. "Yeah, that's right. My little sister. Got anything else you want to say about her?"

Murphy stared at Bellamy for a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing, sorry."

I watched as Bellamy looked Murphy up and down. Finally, he nodded his head towards Atom's body. "Somebody get him out of here."

With that, Bellamy stormed off towards his tent.

...

Later that evening I sat on the top level of the dropship where Jasper was resting. Finn took a swig of an old bottle of alcohol he had found before offering it to Monty. Monty refused, passing it to Octavia instead.

"Smooth." He coughed.

Octavia took a sip, her face instantly crinkling. "Disgusting. I love it."

She offered the bottle to me and I shook my head. "I've got guard duty later."

"Can I, uh, get a hit of that?" A small voice spoke up.

We all looked over, Jasper's head poking up slightly from the make-shift bed. He was smiling slightly, his eyes fixated on the bottle.

"Jasper!" Octavia cheered, rushing to his bedside.

Monty smiled, also rushing over. "Let's start with the soft stuff."

Finn and I joined the group. "Welcome back, buddy."

"Was that a dream or did I get speared?"

"You'll have a very impressive scar to prove it." I turned my head, noticing Clarke had joined up. She was smiling, though I could tell she had been crying.

"My saviour." Jasper smiled.

Clarke chuckled slightly. "Thank you for not dying. I don't think I could've taken that today."

"I'll try not to die tomorrow too if that's cool."

Clarke smiled, a newfound gleam in her eyes. "Sounds like a plan."

------

AN: Here is chapter three! I kind of forgot I hadn't posted all of the currently written chapters yet, so I'm trying to get back to it! Please remember to like/reblog and share your thoughts <3

[breederking]

Jasper had never expected life to take him on such a wild ride. He was a man of few words, someone who preferred the quiet stability of a life lived with intention. He’d come out as transgender years ago, and though it had been a journey filled with its share of struggles, he had finally found peace within himself. And then, he had found Theo.

Theo was everything Jasper had ever wanted in a partner: kind, patient, funny. They’d met at a local bar, both of them nervously avoiding the chaos of the crowd. Something had clicked instantly, and their connection deepened as time went on. They had gotten married, built a home, and started planning for the future — the future that felt so clear, so right, even when it was still a bit uncertain.

One morning, months ago, Jasper had found out he was pregnant.

It had been a shock, to say the least. Though he knew that biological realities were tricky, he’d always assumed he wouldn’t be able to conceive. But here he was, staring at a test that said otherwise.

Before he could share the news with anyone else, their world had shifted dramatically. Theo had been arrested — not for anything violent or intentional, but for a crime that had been out of his hands. The police had taken him away, leaving Jasper in a whirlwind of confusion and worry. As he sat at home, pregnant and waiting, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Their plans, their future, everything they had been dreaming about, suddenly seemed like an impossibility.

Months passed.

The time dragged on. Jasper had tried to maintain his normal routine, but it was hard with Theo locked away in the county prison. He missed his husband every day, but it was more than that. He missed the idea of their life together, of the baby they were supposed to raise together.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was able to visit him. He was seven months along by then, his stomach rounding out with the life growing inside him, and he was anxious to see Theo again. The visitation room in the prison was sterile and cold, not exactly the environment one dreams of for such a significant moment, but it was the only option available.

When Jasper walked in, Theo looked up from the bench where he was sitting. His face lit up in recognition and immediate joy, but his expression faltered when he saw Jasper’s rounded belly.

“What…? Jasper, you’re—” His words trailed off, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“I’m pregnant,” Jasper said softly, a proud smile on his lips. He rubbed his stomach gently, feeling the little life shift within him. “It’s ours, Theo. It’s ours.”

Theo stood up, his hand instinctively going to his own stomach as if to touch the child he hadn’t been able to feel. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice breaking. He looked at Jasper, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know, but—God, you’re amazing.”

Jasper laughed softly, a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t know either, but here we are.”

The weeks that followed became a mix of bittersweet joy and sorrow. Jasper visited Theo as often as he could, each time feeling more connected to the man he loved, and also to the child they were about to bring into the world. With every visit, he would tell Theo stories of their baby, who had started kicking fiercely now, as if eager to meet his fathers. Theo’s eyes would light up as he placed his hand on Jasper’s belly, a silent promise between them that they would be a family, no matter what.

But, of course, not everyone shared in their joy.

The day came when Jasper went into labor during a routine visit. The contractions started slowly, just a dull ache at first, but quickly escalated. He knew what was happening, and panic surged through him, but there was no stopping it now. He was going to have this baby, right here, right now.

The nurse who had come to visit her brother, an inmate who had recently been transferred, rushed to his side when she saw his distress. She was experienced, calm, and professional, and she immediately took charge, helping Jasper into a more comfortable position on the bench. The prison guards and staff scrambled to assist, though they were at a loss for how to handle the situation.

The room filled with whispers from the inmates who were watching, some of them snickering, some simply gawking in disbelief. Jasper could hear the rude comments being muttered beneath their breath, the shock at seeing a pregnant man in a place like this, the disapproving mutterings about how “unnatural” it all was.

“You’re really gonna do it in front of us?” one of the inmates sneered. “A man having a baby? That’s messed up.”

Another voice echoed, “Can’t even believe this is real.”

Jasper clenched his teeth, feeling a surge of anger, but also a surprising sense of pride. He was doing this. He was bringing a child into the world, despite all the ugliness surrounding him.

Theo sat next to him, his face a mixture of awe and concern. He gripped Jasper’s hand tightly, never once letting go, his voice steady and full of love. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “I love you, Jasper. I love you so much.”

With the nurse guiding him through each contraction, Jasper breathed deeply, focusing on the task at hand. Despite the ridicule from the inmates, despite the discomfort and fear, he was determined to bring their child into the world with love. The pain intensified, but he welcomed it, knowing it would soon be over.

Then, with one final push, it happened. Their son was born.

The room fell silent, the atmosphere shifting from judgment to awe. The nurse quickly cut the umbilical cord, and Theo, though a little uncertain at first, was right there beside them, gently holding their child. Tears filled his eyes as he looked down at the tiny, perfect baby in his arms.

Jasper’s heart swelled with emotion as he watched Theo cradle their son, his own exhaustion forgotten in the moment. “We did it,” Jasper whispered, his voice choked with tears.

Theo nodded, his expression one of pure, unfiltered joy. “Yeah,” he murmured. “We did.”

The room was still full of inmates, but now there was a quiet reverence in the air. Many had watched the birth in stunned silence, some ashamed of their earlier remarks. Some had seen the truth: this was a family, and it was beautiful.

As the prison guards prepared to escort Jasper and his newborn son back to the infirmary, the nurse gave him a kind smile. “You’re stronger than you know,” she said softly.

Jasper smiled back, his heart full. He had survived the impossible, and now, with his family growing, he knew that nothing could break him — not the harshness of the world, not the ignorance, and certainly not the walls that tried to keep him apart from the ones he loved.

He was a father. And nothing could take that away from him.

[dream-trail-rpg]

draw my main man koen's spidersona NOW. with jasper as the prowler maybe.

I'm not very good at drawing spider folk yet, so Grace did it! I think they're both spiders tho. Worlds most gentle spiderboy.

[pangirlpanic]

So I've been talking about him to my boyfriend since he and I are both super into One Piece, and so far we came up with a funny little story for how I think this guy here would end up on the straw hat crew, which would occur during the Loguetown arc, where during the bits where one of the straw hats, Nami, is off shopping and Jasper also seems to be trailing after her wherever she goes, to which, she takes notice. Every shop she visits, he's there in the background, looking at products and seemingly looking her way. After the third store, she turns around and starts yelling at him, asking what he thinks he's doing following her, to which he gets a shocked and bewildered expression on his face.

"I've never seen you before in my life. Who even are you?"

First words out of his mouth, and then Nami's standing there in surprise and embarrassment as he just sighs, pulls out a well worn journal from the satchel strapped to his side as he shakes his head, a pencil practically materializing in hand.

"I guess I can add 'getting accused of stalking' to things that have happened throughout my life."

I feel like this situation can lead to an unlikely friendship born through obligation to atone, as Jasper isn't the type of guy to want things like money, as he is a simple poet wanting to create an epic tale of himself journeying the globe alongside other people…he just hasn't found anyone to travel with.

So, he and Nami would probably end up wandering around Loguetown, bumping into Usopp and giving Jasper encounters to log in his journal, much to his delight, and at some point I can see him reciting some of his work to Nami and Usopp, catching the attention of local women, as he is, "unfortunately" in his words, a rather magnetic man when it comes to women and sometimes men wanting to get with him, much to his dismay, of which I can see him looking at Nami pleadingly as several women start walking up and trying to flirt with him, making the poor boy very uncomfortable.

So, Nami takes the hint and starts barking at the women to get away from her "boyfriend", which Jasper would play along with while he, Usopp and Nami go to watch Sanji compete in a cooking competition, Jasper and Nami standing close with his hand on Nami's shoulder, which when Usopp and Nami call over Sanji, Sanji gets pissed off at Jasper after he briefly swoons over Nami, yelling at him to "take his filthy hands off her" to which, while complying Jasper just raises a brow at him.

After a quick explanation of what that whole situation regarded, Sanji just glares at Jasper and that moment sparks a whole one sided rivalry between the too, as Jasper has no interest in wooing women and the like, as he again, just wants a story. His dream is to be remembered through an incredible tale he's written, and he can't really see random escapades in romance really filling in too many pages for himself. It doesn't fit his style, so Sanji is the only one seeing him as a rival in the field of romance.

During the escape scenes while Luffy, Zoro and Sanji where running from the Marines, Jasper gets swept up in everything too, being rocketed onto the Going Merry, where Luffy then decides he likes Jasper and brings him along for the journey, much to Jasper's bewilderment, to which Nami tells him to roll with it and that it might help him build that dream story he's got. That quickly sells him on being a straw hat and he gratefully accepts his new life, logging the new tale in his journal to return to and begin truly living the life he's dreamed of, feeling as though he actually has a place amongst this crew, no longer looking at himself as an outcast amongst humans and fishmen.

Jasper was now a pirate, a poet and feeling as though he has a true reason to smile now, and that's all that mattered to him.

This is my son's story :3

I think I’m in love with your son is this my sign to get into One Piece

Something about poets…GRRRRR i loveluvlove poets :3

[funnyp3rson]

Enchanting-Henry Hart-1

♧ The Danger Begins ♧

[~ So, you don't want the pine cones?

No, Hen, we don't want the pine cones. ~]

 A group of four teens were gathered in the Harts house, working on homework. Well, were supposed to be working on homework.

"Hey, did you guys hear what Captain Man did yesterday?" The curly haired boy, Jasper said excitedly. This caught the blonde boys attention.

"Can we focus on algebra?" One of the girls, Charlotte said as she gestured to the multiple pieces of paper messily placed in front of her. The other girl, on the other hand, had her head rested on the arm of the sofa, sleeping peacefully. Which wasn't anything new.

"There was a fire at the pet store and Captain Man just ran inside, right through the flames, and he saved all the animals. He didn't even get hurt!" Jasper said in awe. The Hart boy was listening attentively to the other boy, sparing a glance to the blonde girl next to him.

The blonde girl was no other than Henry's best friend, Briana Smith. Who he has known since the start of school. She was only there for the company, having no interest in homework. Meaning she would sleep as Charlotte worked her way through the assignments.

"Captain Man never gets hurt, he's a beast." Henry spoke while typing on his computer.

"You know, someday, when you guys are cleaning my swimming pool because you failed this algebra test and then flunked out of school, I hope you guys remember this moment, because I will." Charlotte scolded as she stood and whacked Briana with a pillow, effectively waking her up.

"Hey, I don't hit you with pillows when you dream about Sebastian Stan." She yawned, stretching and lifting her head from the fabric.

"Look who decided to wake up after, oh look, three extra hours of sleep." The blonde boy teased. She only smacked his arm and sent him a glare, not yet awake enough to retaliate.

"Ha, ha you're hilarious." She deadpanned. 

He ignored her sarcasm. "Hey, here's a cool job I can do. A foot model." He said as he placed his foot in the coffee table.

"Absolutely not Henry, I will murder you myself for even considering that as an option." Briana responded while pushing his leg off the table. He huffed and childishly stuck his tongue out at her, causing her to do the same back.

Jasper had moved to the kitchen during their dispute. 

"You guys," He asked. "Can we go over the list for my birthday party?"

The two girls groaned while Henry closed his computer.

"Sure."

"No." The girls spoke simultaneously while rolling their eyes. Briana never had fun at Jasper's parties, there was always something bound to go wrong. Like it's been cursed to be a disaster. Don't get her wrong, she loved Jasper, but his parties just never went as well as a normal party should go.

"But I invited 52 people and no one has texted me back." Jasper complained. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, Jasper." Briana answered sympathetically and moved to the stool by the counter. "It means they don't want to go."

"But my parties aren't that bad."

"Aren't that bad?" She looked bewildered.

"Christmas. Three years ago. Fifteen kids ended up in hospital." Charlotte explained.

"Because of your raw turkey." Henry added.

"It was turkey sushi."

"Jasper, turkey sushi doesn't exist." The Smith girl groaned at his stubbornness.

"A boy almost died."

"Almost!" Jasper protested, clearly losing the argument.

Henry groaned, already fed up with the turkey incident.

"Okay, if someone finds me a job they can have..." He trailed off. "This bowl of pine cones." He said picking them up from their place on the glass table. The bowl of pine cones excited no one in the room but Jasper Dunlop.

"Why do you even need a job?" Charlotte questioned, standing up from her position on the floor.

Briana shook her head, "Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte. Why does anyone willingly give themselves up to physical labour."

All three of them answered at once.

"Money."

"He wants money."

"I want money."

Briana smiled in agreement. Charlotte nodded her head.

"Moneys good." She agreed.

"Can we please talk about my birthday?" Jasper pleaded.

"Jasper, I'm really not in the mood to talk about parties." Briana spoke, annoyance laced her every word.

Jasper stared at her cautiously, knowing that she was a force to be reckoned with when she was annoyed.

Before anything else could be said, Mrs Hart walked down the stairs.

"You okay, Mrs H?"

"Oh hey, Briana, what are you doing?" She asked.

"We're doing homework." Jasper smirked.

"Are we?" Charlotte remarked.

"No we're not." Briana said, Charlotte glaring at her when she was finished speaking.

"I'm not interrupting. Henry I just have a question about your underwear." Mrs Hart said while holding up a pair of Henry's underwear, showing it off to a very embarrassed blonde.

Charlotte and Jasper went on to ask Henry's mom about his underwear as Briana went to put her hand on Henry's shoulder to comfort him.

Henry's sister, Piper, barged into the room, complaining about something. The four of them were used to her violent nature and complaints. Out of all of them Piper could only really relate to Briana, since she had always had Pipers view on her nine year old drama.

The girl started rambling her problems out to her mom. Henry was glad of the distraction since she had put his underwear back on the pile of clothes. Briana's hand rubbing his back never stopped, so he was calm.

"So Henry, about your underwear-"

"Very funny." He sarcastically laughed.

"Aw, guys, Henry's embarrassed." Briana said with a baby voice.

"Shut up."

The two teens stuck their tongues out at each other, again. They returned to the conversation just as Piper was complaining about how she wasn't okay. Something she said often.

They both got off from the couch to join the others in the kitchen. Henry was quick to change the subject from Piper to himself.

"All these jobs say I have to have skills!" The boy exclaimed.

"You have lots of skills!" Jasper said trying to help the frustrated teen.

"Yeah like, breathing, eating, drinking, showering- actually not even showering." Briana listed off.

"Oh my God!" The blonde groaned. "I'm not good at anything!"

"That's probably the most realistic thing you've ever said."

"Not helping Bri."

Charlotte took the computer and started to browse for jobs.

"Hey Hen, here's one for a place called Junk N' Stuff. And look, no skills required." She said as she turned the screen towards him. The blonde shot out of his seat and ran out the front door.

Thirty seconds passed before he returned.

"Charlotte gets the pine cones."

"But I don't want them."

"So, you don't want the pine cones?"

"No, Hen, we don't want the pine cones." Briana answered for Charlotte.

"Here Jasper take the bowl." Jasper squealed at the bowl of pine cones.

"Anyway, wish me luck." He said walking towards the door.

"Good luck Hen." Both girls said at the same time.

"Okay, that was weird so I'm gonna go and go to that interview, bye."

"I'm gonna go too, bye." The Smith girl stated.

They all said their goodbyes as Jasper continued to squeal.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

The girl only lived a few streets away from the Harts so the walk wasn't long.

The Smiths were a well known family, as they were generous and wealthy. But what they didn't know was that their picture perfect family had a broken frame. 

What they didn't know was that Briana's mother wasn't her mother. 

Briana's mother had died because of a super villain that had tracked her down. They originally lived in a town called Hiddenville. 

Ever since her mother's death in first grade, she has been dependant on her friends. More on Henry than the others since they've been friends since she moved to Swellview.

Her father was a nice man but craved the feeling of a family, so it was only in his nature to remarry after his wife's tragic passing. 

Daniel had decided to marry the first woman that looked appealing and motherly. What he didn't know was that Kaya Harpon was a gold digger. A cheat.

So when they married, Kaya was delighted to be called a Smith with money embedded into the name. 

Briana only became aware of her true intentions after their honeymoon, when she came back and immediately went on a shopping spree until her credit card was maxed out. Then she would return asking for more money then would disappear for a few months only to come back for money. Those were the only time Briana would see her and every time Kaya would spot something that was wrong with her whether that was her attitude, weight or even just the cleanliness of her room.

What Briana didn't like was that her step-mom didn't even try to be nice to her around her father, and that her father didn't pick up on Kaya's schemes.

After a while, they drifted apart. Only ever seeing each other in the hallways of their large house.

Opening the door to her bedroom, Briana took in a breath at the room she had spent so little time in recently.

Lying on her bed, she unlocked her phone and scrolled through apps looking for a new poster for her wall. Preferably with Sebastian Stans face on.

Her time was spent looking at her phone and listening to music. 

Her finger hovered over Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. Finally, her finger met the screen, the beat reaching her ears in seconds.

Now he's thinkin' about me every night, oh

Bopping her head along to the beat she stood up and closed her window.

That's that me espresso 

Hermusic was cut off by her phone ringing. Seeing the caller was Henry, she picked it up immediately.

"Hey, Hen, how's it going?"

"Um yeah about that I haven't even done the interview yet."

"What."

"I know but some cryptic dude just told me to 'go back'"

"Okay don't do anything stupid."

"I won't."

"I'm coming over."

"What wh-" Henry spoke but was cut off by screaming.

Briana had hung up, and was out the door without wasting a second.

If anything had happened to Henry then there would be some problems, well, not for her.

The narrow street where Junk N' Stuff was located wasn't very pleasant. But the junk inside the shop was any hoarders dream. The dinosaur that spat fire at the customers as they walked in took Briana off guard.

"Hey." She said as she approached the counter, the cashier drinking out of a straw.

"Hello." The cryptic man asked.

"I'm here for the job." She lied.

"Go back."

"What?"

"Go back." He repeated, leaning over to give his plant his straw.

"Okay." She said a bit disgusted that a grown man was drinking out the same straw as his plant.

She went back and went to the elevator. Grabbing a nearby bat, she pressed the button and entered it.

She pressed the down button, questioning where Henry could be.

The elevator suddenly jumped to life, plummeting down. Briana was screaming bloody murder the whole ride, until it made an abrupt stop. The doors opened revealing a shaken Briana huddled in a corner with a bat held tightly to her chest.

"What the fu-"

"Bri!"

"Henry."

"What are you doing here?"

"I told you, to see how you were doing with the interview."

"See, I don't remember that conversation."

"Well I meant to say it." She said while he rolled his eyes at her antics.

Briana only now took in her surroundings. She was in a bright red and blue room, with technological devices covering the walls. Henry was in a red and blue suit with his hair gelled back.

"Okay-um what's this place."

"This is the man cave. I'm Ray Manchester and I'm Captain Man, this here is Kid Danger. Now say your goodbyes and look at this memory wiper." He said as he pulled out a long gun-like device.

"Wait, memory wiper."

"Dude, you can't wipe her memories."

"Yeah."

"But she found out."

"Yeah, okay, I would've found out anyway. Henry's a terrible liar."

"She's right man."

"Okay, only if she can pass the pickle test."

"The pickle what-what."

A few minutes later and Briana had met Bork, who was incredibly strong and had sealed a pickle jar so she could try and get it open.

"Okay, so, all you have to do is get the pickle out of the jar."

As they were talking she took her time to analyse the jar.

"How long has she got?" Henry questioned.

"She has two minu-"

A smashing sound cut him off. Briana picked up the pickle from the floor.

"Here's your pickle."

"So is she staying?"

"Yeah, she's staying." He said still in awe at the violent teenager.

Henry celebrated Briana's victory while she shrugged.

[lgcxjasper]

NOW PLAYING: Girls, Love Boys, Loves Girls by MZSD SOLO- LEADER | NEW KIDS NEW DREAMS wc: 589 jasper contemplates his possible role as becoming the leader of the unit.

he knows he'd make a good leader. a great leader even. he has all the traits, at least in theory of what a leader should be-- he's mature, hard working, and likes to be apart of a team despite his lack of siblings or even his introverted personality. he never was too reactive, never late to rehearsals. he stayed late, and didn't have too many commitments besides the team, now. he never had.

but did he want it?

that was a different question altogether. one he wasn't sure he had quite the strength to answer. and if he did answer, he wasn't sure some people(read: his mother, possibly some coaches), would like the answer he had to give to them.

he wasn't aware of how young he was until the time came and went, until he's apart of unit that reminds him sharply about much he feels about just that. being young, being free. he had a whole life ahead of him. while that was partially a bit dramatic regarding leading the entire group.... well-- it made sense to him.

he dresses simply, the plaid shirt and white tank on his body complimenting a pair of dark jeans and black air force ones that he had on his feet. there's a polite bow to daehyun, of course, followed by a handshake that's a bit more accustomed to where jasper grew up in london.

and then, he takes a seat.

after all, there's a reason he was even considered. it would make sense for him to at least try, and in his mother's words, it would be a travesty if he didn't and let 'all his potential go to waste'.

bloody hell.

he wipes his palms on his pants as he sits up straighter, fully prepared for what could possibly be thrown at him.

at one particular question, jasper offers a bit of nervous laughter, meeting his eyes with a sort of a resounding sigh. "ah, frankly, i think we're already great as a unit-- it's one reason you've picked us all in particular. we all bring something different to team, and yet, even when we're all together, there's a sort of cohesiveness i'm not quite sure i've seen in other groups from legacy..." he trails off, hand up in a bit of defense. "what i mean by that, is that it's simply different. there's a sort of freshness there, perhaps? i think that reflects well as a group that could be seen as a force for this generation of music. the first group they think of when they do think of our generation, but also a group that can't quite be replicated. many imitators, but none who quite hit the mark." he grins at the thought, before he's leaning back. "we've already portrayed a sort of... for lack of better words, sir, rowdy sort of reputation. regardless of whether anyone wants us to, we're going to make noise, and make our mark. i think it's a good way to continue. bright, fresh, unique. eight boys who will leave dust when they've left, something that long lingers. i'd like to make sure we all become a unit that is so incredibly tight, not only personally, but performance as well. people will have a hard time distinguishing who is where, perhaps. eight visuals, eight rappers, eight dancers, eight vocalists, eight unforgettable performers."

he rambles. he absolutely absolutely rambles, and despite his.... er, initial plans, he really did mean every word he was saying. he wanted them to really be unforgettable.

dammit.

[chemdisaster]

a fanfic based off of @stiffyck's art and the camp camp episode "dial m for jasper". it's a camp camp au, but all you really need to know is that cub is dead and scar isn't okay.

they don't hear you singing to me

It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

Scar has never been so tired.

Scar wakes with the echoes of his dead friend's voice reverberating in his head. 

At first, he tries to convince himself that everything is fine. Dreams about his childhood aren't exactly a rare occurrence, and certainly nothing to worry about. 

The next day, it happens again. 

This time, he follows the voice outside. 

Wisps of memories cling to his fingertips as he treads the familiar path. Reaching the moonlit clearing, he extends his hand and lets them curl and coalesce in the air until they form a silhouette. 

His dead best friend. 

Immediately, Scar's breath leaves his lungs.

Tentatively, he approaches the apparition. 

"Cub?" 

The spirit doesn't answer, so Scar repeats, voice shaking, "Cub?" 

The ghost meets his eyes and Scar shrinks back. Cub gives him a long stare, then his gaze turns sad. 

"Scar, why?"

"I—"

Scar can't answer that. 

A moment later, the apparition drifts away. He supposes he should be glad. He never knew what to say when Cub was alive, either. 

Cub's beseeching look still on the forefront of his mind, he turns around and comes face-to-face with a sleepy Bdubs.

"What are you doing?"

 

Scar screams.

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It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

"The fuck's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Scar chucks his spoon across the room.

Grian continues talking and his fingers crumple the photograph he's holding in his hand. 

He's never been so tired.

"Who's this friend, anyway? Trees and birds don't count—"

"Nobody!" Scar exclaims, clutching at his head, tears springing to his eyes. "I didn't mean it! Leave me alone!" His voice breaks, Cub's face glitches in and out of sight in the place of Grian's, "I'm sorry."

A desperate wail tearing his chest, he runs out of the room. His ghosts follow. 

That day, he stands at the edge of a cliff, Cub's childlike voice in his head, his translucent body swimming in the air in front of him. 

"Cub, I'm sorry," he manages to say past the lump in his throat.

Cub shakes his head, "It's too late."

His voice trails away as he fades out of view. Scar stumbles after him, takes a step forward only for his foot to meet air, feels his stomach drop down, down to the bottom of the ravine, down to the cavern where Cub met his demise—

His back hits the ground. 

The wind gets knocked out of him, but Scar pays it no mind, letting his head fall and looking over to the side. 

Cub's shoes are sitting there, brand new as the day he got them, no burn marks to be seen. 

Scar looks up at the moon, vividly pale against the night sky. His chest shakes with silent sobs and tears soak into his temples. 

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm so sorry."

This time, there is no one there to hear him.

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He doesn't go to sleep after that.

The remaining three hours until the wake-up call are spent staring at the ceiling of his cabin. His eyes are red-rimmed but dry, hands folded over his chest as though attending his own funeral. 

The sound of the door slamming open breaks him out of his trance. 

The kids give him no time to paint happiness on his face, "We found out why you've been freaking out."

Scar freezes. 

"We know about Cub."

When he bursts into tears, there is four pairs of eyes fixed on his pitiful display. The misery settles deep into his shoulders, drawing stars on the inside of his skin, and Scar feels he could die. 

"I'm just so ashamed," he sobs, hands coming up to cover his face. "Cub was my best friend." 

His chest hurts. Hiccuping, he continues, "I made a poor decision. Then I never got the chance to apologise before—"

Through the gaps between his fingers, he meets Cub's gaze. Imperceptibly, Cub jerks his head. Scar gulps. Quietly, he carries on, "—before his parents picked him up." 

Grian, Mumbo and Pearl trade looks.

Grian starts, "I bet if Cub was here, he'd say that it wasn't your fault."

Scar's heart skips a beat. 

"Maybe he'd say that you both treated each other poorly and that he forgives you," Mumbo chimes in, and hope blossoms in Scar's chest.

Cub doesn't nod. 

Scar fancies that he does, anyway.

His wings may be torn and ragged, but he always dreamt he could fly. And today he drowned, but maybe, just maybe, he can still reach the sky. 

It doesn't matter that Cub eventually fades, or that the kids leave not long after. 

Closing the door behind them, Scar looks up and sends the ceiling a two fingered salute.

Of course you would, Cub.

His best friend may be gone, but Scar hasn't been here since that night, either. 

Everything is fine.