#like 1 the whole shiver me fingers virus ( that’s what me and my friend call it) 2 her parents died while she was in the house and honestly

[athingfromtheforest]

who else thinks bear is possibly the most traumatised character in sweet tooth

[oddvanilla]

Dhar Mann might've been secretly a "villain" the whole time....

Pt.1 (?)

No, you're not hallucinating. You saw that title correctly. Believe it or not, I have had ridiculous beef for years with the man who many love, and even adore, Dhar Mann. And therefore, I'll be elaborating today on why such a "good person" like him is considered one of my sworn enemies, and why I think you should consider him one too.

Many people, and especially parents, assume that Dhar Mann is a great influence on kids, and a friendly individual. And although for the most part; that can be true, but you need to look at the bigger picture.

"The Dhar Mann Effect" is what I like to call it. A serious, and contagious virus that even the most experienced and hard-working doctors can't find the cure to. "What does the Dhar Mann effect do?" ...You may be asking. Well, great question! The Dhar Mann effect is when you form an addiction and obsession to watching the supposedly "short films" made by no other than Dhar Mann himself. And I'm not talking about a little, silly obsession. I'm talking about serious addictions that can lead into binge watching video after video non-stop. Such things should be taken far way solemnly.

And the prime example is my younger sister. Among many of my Dhar Mann-obsessed friends, I'd say she's the worst case. It started out around 2 years ago, when their substitute teacher played a Dhar Mann video at class (since many students have requested it), and ever since, she got hooked. I knew then that there was no coming back, she reached the "no-return" point.

I'd go as far as saying that it's like drugs to her. She can't survive a day without watching at least 3 videos in one sitting. And yes, that includes re-watching or re-visiting older videos. Trust me, it's deeper than just a "So you see...". My sister can qualify as an iPad kid, now, if I had to say so. And even currently, as I'm writing this, I can hear Jay's voice, One of Dhar Mann's most popular actors— playing from her room. I feel like it's not the same, and those damages may be irreversible. My poor sister can't live her life to the fullest anymore. All she does is wait for the new Dhar Mann video. And while she waits for the next one, she just rewatches his old videos, making sure she knows all the lore.

This is not a "haha" joke, people. This is dead serious. No joke. I'm not crossing my fingers. I'm not what nowadays kids call "capping 🧢". I'm being genuine and I'm typing this with the straightest face ever.

Another issue I have with Dhar Mann is how threatening he appears to me. I can promise you that if you look long enough into his smile, you'll realise it's slightly unsettling. Did you notice his face almost always looks the same in every picture? Well, you're probably not trippin'. That's because he has that same smile in literally every picture I could find of him.

What are the chances he might be a robot? Ready for the day we all fall for his spell and none of us are safe anymore, so he can finally strike? There is something so terrifying about him. Every time I look at that smile, I can't help but shiver a bit of fear. But mostly, I'm quite intimidated by his disturbing behaviour. The way he never fails to stare dead into our souls. That's what I find strange.

But hold up, the theories don't stop... at least not yet! Did you notice the way Dhar Mann ends every single one of his videos with "Hey Dhar Mann fam!" ??? What are the chances that he refers to us as his fam (family) to hide the fact we're probably stuck in his basement? If we're talking lore-wise, I'd say the reason Dhar Mann calls us his fam is the following: We're all chilling at our homes, until one day... A Dhar Mann video comes to our recommendations. By watching the media, you're secretly agreeing to sign an invisible contract that gives ol' Dhar the ability to adopt you. Child or not. And just because you're now part of his fam, doesn't mean he can't trap you into the basement and lock you up with multiple of many victims. The only time he'll ever check on you is when he comes in the basement and greets you with "Hey Dhar Mann Fam!" While feeding you those meaningless videos.

I'll show you a couple of examples, and YOU tell me what these videos could possibly teach kids who barely know what photosynthesis is.

Now, be real, just for a moment, WHY IS THE SECOND VIDEO A GODDAMN SERIES????? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT ITS A CASUAL THING THAT THE PROTAGONIST EXPERIENCES ON SIMPLE OCCASIONS TO GET JUMPED???

I think another weird part is that Dhar Mann featured another EXTREMELY popular YouTuber named "Mr. Beast" many, many times, but even then— he feels this need to pull out knock off Mr. Beast...ahem ahem....Mr. "feast"...??????

No joke. Just search up "Dhar Mann Mr. Feast" and count how many videos come up. But if you're so lazy to check, it's 4. yea. 4 DAMN VIDEOS ABOUT A MR BEAST RIP OFF. YOU GUYS NEED TO WAKE UP AND REALISE THIS IS A MAN WITH A WIFE AND 2 KIDS.

And back to square one, What's the moral meaning behind this media he displays for the youth?

Not Dhar Mann (a multi millionaire) copying the "NO CHICK-FIL-A SAUCE?" girl???? Smh...

So... Do you think Dhar Mann is really the innocent "moral philosopher" he claims himself as? Or is it deeper than a "Hey Dhar Mann Fam"?. But either way, that's it for today. Thank you all for listening to my Ted Talk.

SORRY GUYS IM HIGH ON VITAMIN GUMMIES (AGAIN) AND LIKE I DO THINK DHAR MANN IS MY SWORN ENEMY BUT LIKE YALL BETTER NOT TAKE THIS /SRS LMAOOOO🙏🙏🙏

[serpent-jugheadjones]

The Partner Revealed - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: How will things unfold after Jughead stood up Y/N? How will the mystery of Jason’s death be affected by Dilton’s confession? 

Warnings: None I can think of.

Word count: 3128

A/N: Y/F/F stands for Your Favorite Flavor. Thank you all for the comments asking for more, it hope you enjoy this next part :) 

Y/N’s point of view

Y/N wakes up, but stays in bed, not because it’s comfortable – it’s just her limbs that can’t seem to move. She gets up after several minutes of lying down motionless. She looks at her reflection in the mirror glued on the back of her door, eyes puffy and red. “Was I crying?” A little confirmation as she runs her fingers down her wet cheeks.

She’s angry, not at him, at herself, for thinking things could be different or that they would change. Her mind wondering why she even likes him. Is it the suspenders? Maybe the ‘S’ T-shirts? Could be the mystery underneath the crown-shaped beanie? Probably his sardonic humor? Possibly his way with words? Maybe it was everything in one, the combination of it all.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the phone vibrating. Text message: 

From: Mom 

Where are you?

From: Y/N

Wasn’t feeling good so I stayed in. I’m heading to school now.

From: Mom 

Glad you’re ok, let us know if you need anything. 

From: Y/N

Principal Weatherbee called you? 

From: Mom 

With everything that happened this summer I’m surprised he isn’t already searching for you at the river lol :) 

Y/N laughs at her mom using slang, and knowing who she got her humor from.

Principal Weatherbee is waiting for her when she arrives. He tells her about his worries about the classes she missed - twice in a row - fearing the reason could be ‘Mr. Jones’. “I’d hate if your focus on school were deviated.” She has to use all her self control not to laugh when he says the boy is not a great influence. She’s not sure if it’s because he may be completely right or entirely wrong about Jughead. He asks her to wait for the next class at the library.

Jughead’s point of view

Jughead can’t close his eyes, the guilt is eating him alive. “How could I have forgotten her?”  Since that night by the river she has been a constant in his mind. Earlier that day she skipped class to make him feel better and he left her waiting at Pop’s only to sit with the friend who left him hanging all summer, a raven-haired girl he only knew by name, and the perfect girl next door. He won’t let that be the end of them.

Today is his turn to spend the morning looking for Y/N. Unfortunately, she’s quite good at hiding, just like him. But he eventually finds her in the library behind a pile of books, her face buried in an open book. Before even entering the library, he just stands there for a moment, enjoying the way she looks, so peaceful and beautiful. Once he speaks to her, all that can change. He’s not used to being this nervous, but there’s a lot in stake now.

He gathers his entire courage and don’t-give-a-damn attitude to sit in the chair in front of her, the wall of books still separating those young detectives. He moves them away to have a clear view of her face, still deep within what she’s reading. “Y/N”, he says softly, since she hasn’t noticed his presence, or is simply ignoring him. “Hey, Jughead.” She’s so hurt he can feel that in those few words. It breaks him. “I have to apologize.” He gives her a hand-made ticket granting a milkshake, fries and a burger at Pop’s. “You don’t have to do this.” Her words are contradictory to her actions as she holds that single piece of paper with more care than any of her books, so carefully as if it was the most precious thing in the whole universe. “I do, and I want to.” His face is showing the desperation for forgiveness.

He’s filled with relief when she forgives him, certain that she’s not one to hold a grudge. Still, he doesn’t plan on ever needing her exoneration ever again. He feels more like himself now, regaining his own confidence. “If you really wanna make it up to me there’s something you can do.”, she says playfully but seriously at the same time. “You name it.” He has a smirk on his face, ready to take on the assignment. “Who’s the one person we know was at Sweet Water River on July 4th besides the Blossoms?”, she asks rhetorically. “ Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”, he shoots and she shivers. “Right, so you’re gonna talk to him and find out what happened when he found Cheryl.”, she whispers, for the librarian was looking kinda angrily at them. “Not to push my luck, but why me?, he asks, trying to understand the girls reaction when he said the scout’s name. “The boy freaks me out.” Jughead also feels that way, only to a lesser extent. “But don’t worry, it’s not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows for me. I’m gonna stick with she-Devil Blossom.”, Y/N says with a little regret. He thinks it’s probably because no one would like to stakeout that crazy cheerleader. “Last night, before you stood...”, she stopped for a second. “...me up.”, he thought sadly. “Cheryl ran off the stage and I heard her talking to Veronica. She said her brother was supposed to come back.” It feels as if she understood him finishing her sentence, but they keep on talking about the investigation, probably because it’s the best path. “I know it’s too movie-plot like, but do you think they could’ve tried to fake his death so he could skip town?”, he asks, already working on 20 different scenarios in his mind, some a little Hitchcockian, others more Lynne Ramsay-like. However, giving the way Jason turned out, it all sounded very plausible.

Y/N’s point of view

He helps her put the books back on the shelves, picking up the didactic ones that were piled in front of her earlier. She closes the one she was reading, revealing a Lovecraft cover, earning a smile from Jughead. “Maybe it’s that darn smile that blinds me.”, she thinks and they make their way to their Biology class. She can’t help wondering if he’s doing that only to make up for his lapse or he’d do that regardless. Y/N stops her thoughts as she doesn’t want to live her life second guessing everyone’s actions.

They walk inside and notice some people are already working together, but the pairs are not the same. “We’re still lab partners, right?” She gives away to some of her insecurities in that question. “Who else would accept to do all the practice?”, he asks in his usual sardonic humor. They sit next to each other and take a look at the board. Their lesson is on the body systems - circulatory, nervous, endocrine, immune and reproductive. Almost everybody else is making jokes about the latter, their books full of bad drawings. Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Archie exchange looks with them, forming a group not afraid of sex. Astonishingly, the only one not belonging to any party is Cheryl Blossom.

The “fun” is broken when Sheriff Keller shows up at the door to take that red-haired girl in for questioning. After she says “Because I’m guilty.”, Jughead and Y/N’s eyes follow her being escorted out of class wondering what she meant by her words.

Jughead’s point of view

When Jug opens his locker, a note falls out. He hurriedly picks it up, thinking it’s from Y/N. His happiness over it is short-lived, because it’s from Betty. She asks him to meet her at the Blue and Gold’s office.

He obliges and she greets him with a proposition: to write for the school’s paper on Jason’s murder. He almost refuses, for he’s already writing his own novel on it and sleuthing with Y/N, but, after lots of convincing from Betty, he finally accepts. He laughs at his first mission: interrogating Dilton. “It’s already in my to-do list.”, he shares. Cooper just smiles back.

He’s conflicted if he’ll tell Y/N about Betty inviting him to write for the paper. Maybe she wouldn’t consider it a great idea, and he doesn’t want to lose her simply because they’re on rocky grounds. Nevertheless, not telling her would certainly mean ending their relationship for good. He decides to only mention it if casual conversation  brings it up.

Jug goes to their usual rendezvous, arriving before her. He tries to take the time to write the next paragraph of his novel, but a writer’s block prevents him. His brain can’t seem to focus on anything other than the Y/H/C girl who’s about to meet him there. Also, he’s eager to know what she got from detailing Cheryl. He looks away from his screen just as she walks in, noticing for the first time that her clothes hug her body perfectly. It’s advisable, though, to think of something else as she approaches.  

Y/N’s point of view

She enters Pop’s and Jughead is already waiting for her with a milkshake, Y/F/F. “So, did you find out?”, he asks, closing the lid on his laptop before she even has time to sit down. “Gossip is like a virus and I’m not immune to it.” They both laugh at her corny joke. “Turns out your far-fetched theory is right. Jason wanted to fake his death.”, she takes a sip from the tall glass containing her favorite drink. “Someone said something about them hearing a gunshot.”, Jug adds what he knew from Archie, but couldn’t tell her before without outing his friend. “One more reason to talk to Dilton.”, she pronounces his name with hesitation. “Ok, you HAVE to tell me your deal with Doiley.” He can’t help his curiosity any longer. “He’s a Master Scout. For him, animal torture is considered a means to mature. I tried talking to him about it once and he ate a bug in front of me, claiming it was survival skills.” She’s hoping he won’t think she’s a freak but the look on his face reassures her he understands her point of view.

As they were leaving the diner, they see Veronica in a car with Versety Coach’s son, Chuck Clayton. She isn’t friends with the Lodge girl, but anyone going out with him is on her pity list. Y/N just wishes there’s more to it than it looks like. It’d be perfect if she played the player. A whole plan to unmask him, outing the whole scheme, crosses her mind for a brief moment.

Jughead doesn’t even have to insist on walking her home that night. The closer they get, stronger is her wish to live a little more down the road so she could walk with him a bit longer. They say their goodbyes and she goes up to her room in a completely different mood she did the previous night, now knowing Weatherbee was wrong about Jughead. She’s scrolling through Instagram when a picture of the couple they spotted earlier shows up, with maple syrup edited over Veronica’s face, another victim of the sticky maple. “Just to think it could have happened to me because I tutored Jason... Thank goodness I always chose a public place with tons of eyewitnesses. ”

Jughead’s point of view

He takes his free period to go to the Avengers Scouts headquarters to have a word with the boy he now isn’t so fond of, after hearing about Y/N’s reasons for not being a fan herself. The fact that he’s writing an article for the Blue and Gold gives him freedom to ask questions without sounding snoopy, but Dilton doesn’t take it well. Jughead is very direct and precise and would really like Dilton to cooperate, but he keeps budging. One of his scouts flinches at the sight of Jug asking his Master questions. That’s definitely something he has to share with Y/N.

To: Y/N

 Meet me at Pop’s right after school. Jughead. 

He sends it, using the phone number she gave him for the first time, then rushes to the diner.

The booth he was used to being alone at now felt lonely and too silent. He is getting used to sharing it with the chocolate-ginger-smelling girl. The second she walks in he tells her about his plan to talk directly with the scout who flinched - he happens to be at Pop’s as well. “Go intimidate the kid and get us some answers.”, she instructs when the boy’s father leaves the table, probably to use the bathroom. He uses a trick Y/N told him about, of being higher than your subject to show power. He crouches on the seat, taking the cherry from his sundae (he couldn’t help himself).

When Jug sits down at his booth again, he has precious intel. “You won’t believe it: Dilton fired the shot.”, he tells her, trying to figure out a way to get Dilton to confess to it. “I kinda do.” She makes a disgusted face.

Y/N invites him to watch a movie at her place to “celebrate” a job well done. He accepts with the condition of him picking the film, and they both laugh as she clearly pretends to take the offer back. Jug realizes he’s been laughing a lot more after meeting her – and over not so funny things. They settle on American Psycho and Y/N makes a bowl of pop corn each, as if she knows he will eat one all by himself. He soon finds out she does too. They make themselves comfortable on the soft couch full of fluffy pillows, and Jughead makes sure to sit as close to her as he can without making it obvious, mainly because it’s a large piece of furniture.

Jughead’s not one to be distracted during movies, being able to  marathon the extended trilogy of Lord of the Rings with only two  bathroom brakes, but somehow his eyes divert from the TV to the girl sitting next to him. He notices what color her nails are painted, the cute design on her socks, the size of her lips as she mouths the words from the movie. She lays down her head on his shoulder as the movie gets close to ending and he is intoxicated by the smell of chocolate and ginger once again. If he could he would freeze that moment.

Y/N’s point of view

Jughead tells her about the Blue and Gold. “That’s awesome, Jug.” Her face lights up. “You sure? We were doing this before.”, he asks and she can feel he doesn’t want that to come between them. “Unless this means you’re ditching me, it’s good. You can use the ‘I’m writing a story for the school paper’ to investigate without being suspicious.”, she says. He looks extremely appeased.

They spend the next couple of days thinking up a plan to get Dilton to confess of firing the gun on July 4th, in addition to enjoying time together. She’s thankful in a weird way about what happened, otherwise who knows how much time would pass without them knowing each other. They decide to apply some pressure on him at the Taste of Riverdale event by threatening him to tell Sheriff Keller. Jughead says he’ll talk to him alone, so she wouldn’t have to face him once more. Y/N likes the way it feels to be protected by the Jones boy.

She’s dressed a little fancier than usual, not too much that she stands out, but not too little that it’s eye-catching. Jughead clearly doesn’t follow the same line of thought as he sports his regular clothes and the beanie that makes him always stand out.  She unquestionably admires his confidence. They slouch at the balcony so they are barely visible, although having a full view of everything happening. They hear a whack and their eyes are directed towards Mrs. Blossom, who clearly has just slapped Mrs. Cooper, quickly walking away. “Ok, I’m gonna see what Alice got from her. You find Doiley.”, she has to speak right by his year as the Pussycats start playing. Maybe she didn’t HAVE to, but she clearly wanted to. “Alice?”, he asks just as close to her ear as she did before, speculating how she got on a first name basis without being friends with Betty. “I had an internship with the Coopers at the Register.”, she explains and walks out slowly, leaving Jug wondering what else he doesn’t know about her. Bummer is that Alice got slapped over asking for a quote she didn’t get. She hopes Juggie has more luck with Dilton. 

She knocks at the Blue and Gold’s door. The previous night she got a text from Jug telling her to be there for Dilton’s confession. Y/N walks in shyly. “What’s she doing here?”, Betty asks confused as she was expecting Doiley. “Y/N and I have been investigating this before you asked me to write for the paper. She’s a part of this. You want me, you take us both.”, Jughead says defensively and Y/N blushes. Bets is reminded about the time Ronnie said that about her on the vixens team but before the blonde has a chance to reply, the culprit arrives and sits at the table in the center. They all gather around him. Now she’s sure Betty doesn’t mind her being with them, as there is strength in numbers.

The boy isn’t there to give them his story for the paper, but to negotiate. Something no one else knows about that day in exchange for his being forgotten. In different circumstances this would’ve never been accepted, but they are all grasping for information, so they take him up on his offer. Dilton tells them that on July 4th he saw a car by the river’s edge, Miss Grundy’s car. Everyone knows Archie was at Sweet Water River when he confessed earlier of hearing the same gunshot. Y/N looks at Jug in awe. “He probably knew about this and didn’t tell me.” She doesn’t even blame her new friend. After all, she didn’t tell him everything about Jason until she had to. She understands that if he did withhold that from her, it was to protect Arch. Although, from now on, nothing he does will shield him because Betty also heard the words the eldritch scout spoke and she seemed truly hurt by them.   

[iamcmims]

Women Of Letters: Case n°000112 (part two.)

Co-written with @stormysymphony

When she opened her eyes again, everything was pitch black around her. Her past self would have been terrified by what her mind could have produced in this environment. Her present self-was terrified by what could really hide in the darkness.

A sudden noise made her head snap into the direction, regretting it quickly after locking her eyes in a state with some unnaturally green ones. A shiver runs down her spine. Fuck fuck fuck. The shit was that again?

“Hello there Lux. Long time no see…” Her eyes widened. Fucking shit. “Don’t worry; you’re in good company with us.”

The Flash and Aurea were in the Central City streets for almost two days now; they were barely coming back to the W.O.L.C.C.B (Women of Letters Central City Base) to eat, sleep or even act like humans. While The Flash and Aurea were in the streets, Team Flash and Team W.O.L were working on the way to fight the virus.

Team Arrow was also working on it on their side. Team Arrow in the streets while Felicity was helping Team Flash from Star City.

The Winchesters were fighting against the new supernatural creatures; it wasn’t new to them, they were used to it. What they were not used to is that half of them was Data.

Back to the W.O.L.C.C.B, Cisco and Caitlin were working on the frequency of the virus when Gravity called them. Gravity's voice was then heard in the whole base.

“What’s up Gravity.

-Cisco, where’s Aurea?

-She’s on the field with flash, what’s wrong?

-Black Mask has Lux.”

Caitlin and Cisco looked at each other; this wasn’t good.

“I’m calling her back in. Talk to you later Gravity.” Caitlin ends the call and calls Aurea.

“Caitlin, did you find anything?

-Aurea, come back to the base, it’s about Lux.”

A second later Flash and Aurea were standing in front of Caitlin and Cisco.

“What’s going on?

-Black Mask has Lux. Gravity just called.”

Aurea’s eyes widen. This wasn’t happening. Aurea walks away and goes to the prison where the supernatural creatures were locked up. She opens the doors and lets them out. She was going to regret that, but that’s the only way to let Black Mask know that she knows he has Lux. She couldn’t let anything happen to her. She was her only family.

All of the creatures were out; Barry ran to Amelia.

“What happened?!” Asks Barry, panicking.

“I freed them all.” Answers Amelia.

“Why?! Why would you do that?!

-Because he has Lux! That’s the only way for him to know that I know he has Lux and that I’m waiting to know what he wants from me!

-Amelia…

-Lux, Emma, is the only family I have with Gravity. We’re family. I would’ve never been able to make it if it wasn’t for them. I know this isn’t right, I know this erase everything we’ve been doing for the past 48 hours, but I can’t give up on Lux. I won’t.

-Okay. Okay, fine. Even if we have to run after them once again, fine. Come on. We’re going to find Lux.”

Amelia nods and follows Barry.

Flashback number one

Amelia and Emma were in a dark room.

“You’re sure about this?” Asks Emma.

“Em’, you prefer to stay here?” Asks Amelia.

Emma looks in a drawer full of files, Amelia is on a computer and tries to get in.

They were risking their lives, searching for their records and information on the Men of Letters and who they really were. They’ve been working on taking down the Men of Letters for four months now, but they didn’t find anything, that is why they are here tonight, gathering every information they can to use it against them all.

Flashback number two

It was the anniversary of Emma’s family. Amelia knew it, but they couldn’t do anything. They were both ordered to stay in their rooms. The Men of Letters found out about them searching information and their personal files.

They couldn’t see each other, and they were barely seeing other people. They were officially threats for the Men of Letters.

One of them gave a choice to Emma and Amelia. Whether they tell who did it or they both die. So Amelia did the only thing that seemed logical to her.

“I did it. It’s all me. She didn’t know any of it.”

In only one year, Emma and Amelia grew close, really close and they were both ready to sacrifice themselves for each other. But this time, Amelia was faster than Emma.

Present

Since day one Emma and Amelia were willing to give up everything for each other, and this was their strength but also their weakness. But all of those people that forced them to do so, always regretted it in the end. And Amelia swore to herself, to Emma and Gravity, that Black Mask was going to pay if anything happens to Emma.

Lux was staring blankly at the dark ceiling. Her breath was shallow, and the marks on her body hurt. She hoped Aurea was still in control of everything and wasn’t doing something stupid because of her feelings. She loved her like her own flesh, and they both grew together rather quickly after Amelia had asked her why she did rebel.

She moved a little and groaned. Her whole body hurt like hell. But that’s alright. It was always alright. She had learned to embrace the pain. It was something that kept her thinking she was still alive.

Hopefully, Aurea wasn’t stupid enough to answer Black Mask. Hopefully, Gravity wasn’t dumb enough to let Aurea give up on everything they had done until now. It was alright if she didn’t come back this time. They just couldn’t give everything up now. Not after all this work they had done.

Movement caught her attention. There was the thing with the green eyes again. Fuck. This would hurt like a motherfucker.

“Aurea has given me back my friends. I guess that means she got the message.” The black mask had appeared, he sounded happy.

Lux cursed. No. Fucking no Amelia.

Flashback 1

Emma was looking over to the place Amelia should have been sitting. After their attempt to know more about the men of letters she had been taken away and was probably being punished.

Emma’s heart hurt. If her friend was going to come back… No. When her friend would be back, this would never, ever happen again. She swore it to every god she could muster. Never again.

Flashback 2

Emma had been replaced by Lux. Both girls completely different and yet they were one person. She was glad Lux was born, and Emma could disappear most of the time.

The young woman was standing in her black wear in front of the desk, hands balled into fists.

“What are you doing?” Amelia had appeared behind her. She looked tired.

“I’m going out.”

Amelia groaned.

“Are you really starting this again? Why are you so stupid? You can’t go out and chase this thing all by yourself!

_I just need to do something Amelia. And I am going to explode if I’m staying locked here...

_Stop it, Emma! God! Grow up a little and stop thinking about your own little world. We’re talking about saving the goddamn world here!

_I'm not a child…

_Actually, you behave like one right now! Stop thinking you’re the center! I feel sorry too and? Am I bringing myself or us into troubles? No! So stop doing it!”

this wasn’t the first time they fought, but it felt different.

“I’m just missing them…” Emma’s eyes were full of tears.

“Well then fucking go and join them for god sake! You’re really annoying me now Emma! Stop being a child and take fucking responsibilities! Already the last time we had to fight you were too preoccupied and almost got us killed! I don’t need someone who’s too much preoccupied with her own to get my back! I can’t have a partner who gets herself in trouble 24/7!”

Emma gulped. Was this really how her friend felt about her? She was about to cry when her Lux mode went on.

“You know what? You’re probably right. Better off without having me to get you into troubles.”

And with that, she left the room and left the WOLBC.

She didn’t see the tears in Amelia’s eyes. She didn’t hear her call her back.

Present

She could barely move her fingers nor keep her eyelids open. Amelia’s face came back into her mind. It was true that she had been a child all the time and that she had brought them many troubles. She shouldn’t have reacted like that.

She just proved Amelia how right she was. She was always getting herself into troubles. A tear slipped her eyes. Fucking sorry Amelia… If this were going to get better, she would not be that child again and take those fucking responsibilities.

It’s been days since Amelia freed the supernatural creatures and nothing happened, no news from Black Mask and there is no new creation of supernatural beings. Amelia was nervous, always training, barely eating or sleeping.

Team Arrow was at the W.O.L.C.C.B with Team Flash and Team W.O.L, all of them worrying for Amelia and of course, Emma.

“Don’t you think we should...I don’t know...Stop her?” Asks Oliver, looking at Barry.

Barry sighs, he knew Oliver was right but this was Amelia, Aurea, the founder of the Women of Letters - she was the boss.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she will listen to us. If she doesn’t want to stop, then what?” Wonders Barry.

No one answers, no one had the answer. Everyone was on the lookout, ready for any attack and anxious about Lux, and with that, no one could join Gravity in any way.

“Now my dear Emma. I think it is time to pay Amelia a little visit. Isn't it?”

The girl stood up. Green eyes watching his every move, chains around her wrists pulling her behind.