#two best friends who knew each other for years and have been through the darkest times together

[iamrizaka]

I know I just woke up, and I know that my brain wasn't braining normally when I had this thought, but you need to see my vision.

Silena was involved in Lee's death.

I talked before about Lee catching Silena talk to Kronos, and her feeling guilty when she finds out that he's dead, along with her secret. BUT what if, after Lee caught her, she tried to convince him to join Kronos/ use charmspeak on him? But it didn't work, and he would've probably yelled at her more, but the battle had started, and he had to make sure that everyone stayed alive.

So he was running around, like a headless chicken, changing others' positions, just to make sure that they didn't die. I always go with him dying while protecting his sibling (usually Will), and Silena not being involved at all. But this time, what if, while running around, he gets hit? You know, like an injury where you go, "I just need a second to breathe, then I'll be okay." Yeah, well, he doesn't get a second.

Before the giant kills him, he sees Silena, standing a bit far away. She watches, her axe drawn; but before he can call out to her she just. Turns around. And leaves, before the giant's club collapses with his head.

(Another version of this is that Lee doesn't die then. He lies on the ground, unable to move or call for help; blood leaks from his helmet. Silena is shocked to find him here, quietly breathing. As he tries to garble out a sound, Silena draws the same axe from before. She finishes the job that the monster started, either out of mercy or out of fear.)

[luvyeni]

𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ! ㅤ ㅤ𓂃 ㅤ박성훈

CHAPTER ELEVEN. here with you ... 「 materialist 」

ㅤ୨ৎ no one in your friend group couldn't understand why you and sunghoon stopped being friends after freshman year of college; they all chalked it up as for reasons only you and he knew about , you and sunghoon couldnt get along, and when he threatened to tell your brother something your deepest darkest secret you called him a virgin who couldn't read to your 24k fans and the name spread throughout the campus…ㅤ

𓂃 🎞️. chapter warnings. language , alcohol and marijuana usage , mentions of sex word count. 1723

after the grueling testing day; you were ready to just have fun tonight. “is your brother gonna be there?” you smiled at your friend. “don't smile at me like that, i was just asking.” you shrugged. “well he does live there, so yes.” you laughed. “the two of you couldn't be less obvious.” yeojin shook her head. “there's nothing going on between us , i swear.”

“who you fooling?” she scoffed. “hey you're the one who— we don't talk about jake , that's business.” you tossed your hair around in the mirror. “i wasn't talking about jake , i was talking about sunghoon.” you rolled your eyes. “don't start that.”

“i can't believe you two use to be together.” you stopped her. “we had sex a two times, i wouldn't say we were together.” you said. “well no , but you were the best of friends, that's what makes it much crazier.” yeojin said. “what would have happened if it not had been for mina and heeseungs first love?” you frowned. “we actually could've seen sunghoon and yn as friends.”

you knew your friends meant no harm, but you couldn't help but think about the previous conversation on the way to the party; the conversation looming over your head— what could've been? “you alright mama?” yeojin asked , pulling you out of your thoughts. “yes im fine, just thinking.” you said. “about sunghoon?” yoons eyebrows raised. “absolutely not , i'm thinking about how much im gonna drink tonight.”

“i will not be pulling your drunk body to your apartment; i will dump you on your brother's bed and leave.” you laughed, the car pulling up to the party. “i promise i won't get drunk.” you held your hand up. “let's go , sunoo is waiting inside with julie and natty.”

you guys made your way through the sweaty bodies, the smell of different perfumes and marijuana wafting throughout the air , burning your nostrils. “there they are.” the three of you made your way over to the rest of your friends. “come on.”

“you guys made it.” natty said. “sunoo thought you were gonna end up bailing.” pulling you in for a hug. “why would i do that?” pulling away with a confused glare. “because sunghoon is here and even tho you two hate each other , you still are horny for him.” julie said, you turned to natty. “she won't tell anyone i swear.” she smiled. “i won't i promise, i just like being nosey , i think you two would be pretty cute.”

“who?” you turned upon hearing your brothers voice. “no one.” jake ran over to you , hugging you. “jake i saw you 4 days ago.” you groaned. “i missed you.” you laughed. “okay , okay get off.” you pushed him , he pulled away with a toothy grin. “who would be cute?” jungwon said , turning to you. “obviously not you.” you scoffed. “asshole.” he looked you up and down. “could your dress be anymore short , the frat house down the road is here and you know they love to be touchy feely.”

“won i can handle a few drunk frat guys.” you said. “i’ll stay with her tonight, you go have fun , yoon is over there bro.” jake winked , your brothers face turning red. “gross , she's my friend.” you grabbed jake's wrist. “let's go get a drink.” he nodded. “hands above the waist sim , im watching you!”

“so how have you been?” jake asked , “it's been almost a week and i haven't heard from you.” he said. “you missed me?” you teased. “shut up you know what i mean , how can i get high without you?” he handed you a drink. “how about not getting high at all.” jay , sunoo and heeseung made their way over to you. “the two of you are frying your brains.” jay said. “sunoo your boyfriend is nagging, make him stop.” you whined. “how come you never want to smoke with me?” heeseung asked. “last time we smoked together heeseung you fell asleep in my bed , i had to sleep on the floor.”

“yeah my bad , your bed is super comfortable.” he smiled cheekily. “so since i know im getting a chance with you tonight , where's your friend at?” you rolled your eyes. “she's over there , leave her alone.” he winked , walking away. “why did you just throw your friend to the wolves?” jay asked. “hey we can't all be lonely.” you shrugged. “even if it is for a night.”

“you always have jake.” sunoo said , pointing to the man next to you. “no , what we have right now is enough.” you said. “which is?” jay asked. “nothing , completely platonic.” you said. “well enjoy celibacy, come on jay.” sunoo dragged the boy away. “let's go dance.” jake said. “fine.” he guided you to the dance floor , his hands low on your waist. “you do look good tonight.” you smiled , so unaware of the boy eyeing you from across the room.

sunghoon was hoping to ignore you tonight , he was praying that he didn't see you at all tonight — downing cup after cup to try and get you out his head. “bro you wanna slow down?” jungwon approached him. “i know you live here , but i mean alcohol poisoning is still a thing.” he didn't know what to do ; how do you explain what he was currently feeling? how could he explain it to your brother? “i'm fine.” was all he could say. “i have to use the bathroom.” he said , pulling his body off the wall , stumbling just a bit. “hoon.” he waved the boy off , making his way to the bathroom.

you and jake were like five drinks in each , both of you dancing on the floor , his hands on your waist. “when did you become such a lightweight sim.” the boy was stumbling. “am i a light weight or do you just drink too much.” both of you stumbling to a seat. “my feet hurt.” the boy whined. “of course we danced for like an hour.” you said. “i have to use the bathroom , i’ll be right back.”

making your way to the bathroom , holding on to a wall , stumbling. you finally found the bathroom but unfortunately it was locked , and with the slamming against the door , you weren't looking to wait for whoever was in there to come out.

trying to find your brother's bedroom , knowing he had a bathroom in his room , you found a door , opening it , walking in. “has his room has gotten much bigger.” you said to yourself. “that's cause it's not his room.” you heard a familiar voice , turning around to the boy sitting on the bed. “sunghoon.” you said. “im leaving.” you turned to walk out. “if you have to use the bathroom, go.” he said. “as much as i want you out , I'm not a monster.” he said , you stumbled into the bathroom. “close the door.”

you quickly did what you have to do , ready to quickly get out of there and away from the boy — walking out of the bathroom where he was still sitting there , his head low , red face; he was beyond drunk. “don't pretend to care , just go.” he said. “i never said i did care.” you said. “and i am leaving.” you turned to walk away. “i don't want to be here with you anyway.” your words slurring as you stumbled to the door.

sunghoon watched you slowly make your way to the door; your legs wobbly, he remembered when you first got drunk , you held on to the wall of his bedroom just like you were currently — he didn't know what came over him , well he did know , it was the alcohol, lord knows he wouldn't have done it sober. “stupid door.”

he wanted to stop himself , but he couldn't; the alcohol ran through his veins as he grabbed your wrist , turning you around. “what the fuck.” you yelped , his hand coming up to the back of your neck , his lips slamming into yours sloppily from the alcohol — it was hot , it was messy, it was everything you needed in your life — but it should've been with him , but you wanted it to; and that made you mad.

you pulled away ; both of you breathless. “yn-” your hand went right across his face. “don't.” you said. “this didn't happen.” before he could say anything , you were running out the door , and down the stairs , to adrenaline running through your veins letting you sober up , you had to get out of there and fast.

you looked for your friends everywhere , but they were nowhere to be found. “there you are.” jake grabbed your shoulder , gaining your attention. “whoa you look like you've just seen a ghost.” he said. “do you need another drink?” you don't know what came over you , but soon you were making another mistake , grabbing the side of jake's face , pulling him into a kiss — it didn't feel like sunghoons lips , it wasn't hot or messy like you liked , you didn't feel a spark like you did with the boy you claimed to hate.

“whoa wait yn.” he pulled away. “you know you don't want to do that.” he said. “i do.” you said , but the boy knew. “no you don't , you're drunk and would never do this sober and i would never forgive myself knowing that and still taking advantage of you.” he said , his hand caressing your cheek. “let's get you home alright? before your brother sees you like that and that's the last thing we want right?” you sighed nodding. “good girl , let's go.” he guided you out of the house.

sunghoon tried to chase after you — what would he say , three days ago he was calling you a bitch , then he kisses you; but still his legs were determined to find you , pushing through the crowds of people , until he saw your familiar dress , his eyes following your hands go up to the boy's face , kissing him.

it was like a blur; all he could see was the boy caressing your cheek , grabbing your hand guiding you out of the house , before he was right back in the kitchen drinking his body weight, drowning himself in liquor , hoping to forget; forget this night , forget kissing you , forget you kissing jake.

forget one of his best friends leaving out to do god knows what with the love of his life …

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[unformula1]

Lando proposing to you with “bless the broken roads”

bless the broken roads (LN4 x gn!Reader)

lando and you don’t think you’ll find someone. liar. w/c: 1237 masterlist(read more) a/n: I tried my best lol. I'm sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Please correct me if you wanted something else!! TW: one use of y/n

There was a running joke between Lando’s friends. “Lando will never find true love.” 

After years of being single or chasing someone to no avail, Lando’s almost beginning to accept his curse. However, as much as he joked about it, he really wanted someone. He needed someone.

It was a death cycle. Lando would find someone, they’d lead him on, then down bad Lando would take over, then he’d take his chance and fail. Then after all that work, he would be pushed back onto his broken road.

He was beginning to accept that he was really never going to find someone.

But he never gave up. He kept searching.

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You don’t know how long it was since you felt someone loved you romantically. You missed that feeling. Spending forever just finding someone who would love you back and then getting absolutely no fruit was tiring, it was exhausting.

You know when you finally find someone, you’d give them the world and shower them with all the love you had in you. You constantly tell yourself how there’s one grand plan for you to find the one person you’ve been longing for and all you have to do is wait.

Waiting for years isn’t easy. 

You’re losing hope, walking along a broken road.

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Lando and you met some time ago, but you two hit it off almost instantly. Both of you were made for each other, the chemistry was through the roof.

Lando never failed to make you laugh. Even on your darkest days Lando was like a beacon of light, a bundle of sunshine. He smiled a lot, which you admired whenever you could.

You never failed to make Lando feel appreciated, which Lando would never admit no matter what, but deep down you knew Lando loved that. You made time for Lando, and you stayed with him come hell or high water.

Life wasn’t easy for you. There were countless nights where you cried in his arms, you cried your eyes out with him, and you felt safe. You felt safe with Lando. There were sleepless nights where everything just got too much and right next to you was Lando, holding your hand, and that was all you needed. You felt safe with Lando. 

Life wasn’t easy for Lando either. Sometimes his busy life got a little too hectic and chaotic, he’d come find you. Lando felt protected by you, although he’d never say. Sometimes people got too far and everything felt like a crumbling mess, he’d come find you. Lando felt protected. He wanted to be next to you, whenever, wherever you were.

Then one day, everything fell together, sort of. Lando asked you to be his “other half”. Long story short, you said yes and kissed him in the sunset.

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It had become a common occurrence for you and Lando to lie down on empty grass fields or the rooftops and look up into the skies, to talk about your lives.

You open the door to the rooftop. Lando doesn’t usually do these a night before the race. A cold blast of wind blows against you as you walk out. Lando is just standing there, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, as he looks out into the city.

You walk over to Lando and slide your hand around his waist and he giggles as you do so.

“I like the sky tonight.” You say and Lando hums an approving ‘hm’.

“I like it too. Starry night.” Lando replies, shifting on the spot slightly.

“You know in the wilderness, people would use stars to guide them.” You say, pointing at some random stars.

Lando hums.

“Especially the North Star, because it lies above Earth’s North. So they used it to guide them.” You smile while saying it.

“Everyone else before you was like a North Star.” Lando speaks.

You turn to Lando, cocking up an eyebrow.

“They guided me to find you.” Lando clears his throat, smiling widely as he looks up into the sky while speaking.

“You’re adorable.” You reply which earns you an honest chuckle from Lando.

You shift closer to Lando and he does so too. Both of you stand next to each other, bodies touching. His warm hands slide out of his pockets and around your shoulder, it makes you feel comfortable despite the cold winds blowing against you.

“I used to dream of days like these.” Lando admits, his voice is soft and just for you to hear, “Never thought they’d come true.”

“I did too.” You chuckle.

“I thought they were lost dreams.” Lando continues, “But yet here you are.”

“Yea…” You take a deep breath, “Here we are… you’re the love of my life.”

Lando shifts even closer to you, pulling you into his embrace. The hug is tight and it lasts for a while, you hear Lando’s soft sobbing which he usually doesn’t do publicly.

“Are you okay?” You ask, voice laced with concern.

Lando takes a deep breath, clearing his throat, “There have been many people I’ve tried to love before you.”

You nod.

“None of them have been as good as you. I never thought I’d meet someone who understood me, but you came.” Lando takes another deep breath, “I honestly never thought there’d be someone for me…”

“Neither did I, honestly.” You chuckle as you place your hands on Lando’s shoulder.

“When I asked you to be the love of my life, I didn’t think you’d say yes.” Lando shuffles his feet and sniffles a little, “But you did and I could not be more grateful.”

You smile at Lando and he smiles a little too.

“My entire life has been like a broken road, filled with pitfalls and traps, loss and despair. All my life I’ve wanted to just be for someone, and now I have.” Lando takes a step back.

“y/n…” 

“Lando…” 

He reaches into his pocket before getting down on one knee. The backdrop of car honking and people chattering suddenly fades into silence and the stars shine brighter than ever. All the lights shine at him and you two are in the spotlight.

“I never want to live without you again. Will you marry me?”

The world around you freezes, all you see is Lando, on one knee, holding a ring in his hand, his eyes filled with tears. 

“Yes.” You say softly.

“YES!” You repeat but louder, and admittedly, more cheerfully.

He slides the ring onto your ring finger and gets up. You take no time to rush into him, your arms swinging around him and pulling him in. 

“I’ll make you the happiest person ever, I promise, all those years of finding love, I’ll give it to you and only you.” Lando says as he lifts you off the ground, planting a kiss on your lips.

It feels like forever on the rooftop before both of you walk back down to Lando’s room, holding each other’s hands.

It was nothing special, just both of you on a silent rooftop. To you, it was everything. Every single attempt to find someone who would love you back, every lost road that both of you set on, every heartbreak you two went through, all culminating in that few seconds.

You loved Lando. Lando loved you.

Both of your broken roads, leading right into each other’s.

Bless the broken roads that let both of you to each other’s arms.

[ellievickstar]

Galentines, Valentines, Now he's mine <3

A/N: Am I supposed to be doing work? Yes. Am I doing said work? No. Due tomorrow, Do tomorrow. Don't do what I'm doing if you have work due go do it before it piles up and overwhelms you.

Summary: In which your girlfriends plan how they will finally get you and Azriel to confess to each other after weeks of getting they're ears talked off by the both of you pining over each other and agonizing over asking the other out for valentine's day. And what better day to do it than on the day itself?

Request: Nope.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: This might make you feel even more single to begin with.

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"No," You said flatly, shaking your head to emphasise the word you had just uttered.

The three women around you seemed to visibly deflate like balloons over your words. All whom had been trying desperately to convince you to confess to your crush of...two hundred years. One would think you would have gotten over him by now, but apparently not, you were still knee deep into the crush that had started your endless pining and gushing over the shadow singer since you had first joined the court through Morrigan when she rescued you from your family.

She had seen value in your ability to manipulate the stars just like how her cousin manipulated night. While swirls of shadows surrounded him, the stars sang to you and told you the dreams of those around you, their worst and best deeds, their greatest successes and their worst fears.

And when the stars sang, you listened.

"And what do the stars tell you about valentine's day?" Mor prompted you gently. Sighing, you reminded her of the limitations of your powers, "You know that I choose not to listen to my own future, it makes me live in anxiety about the next thing that is going to happen, sometimes knowing everything is not great. I'd rather live in the mystery than the anxiety of knowing."

Nodding, she glanced at Nesta and Feyre, the two females shrugging. They were at a lost for words, they could not say anything to tell you about Azriel's feelings without sacrificing the privacy of the shadow singer. Truth to be told they only knew about it because Rhysand never kept anything from Feyre, while Cassian of course could not hold back his excitement that his friend finally liked a female that was not completely unavailable and babbled to Nesta. However, telling your mate is one thing, completely exposing the shadow singer's secret to the one person he definitely wanted to keep the secret from was another.

Before you had arrived for the weekly tea party that you all hosted, excluding Elain who often preferred to stay in with her mate and be updated on any tea later by watching for herself instead of actively being involved, you all welcomed her even if she was not a common sight at these get togethers. "Perhaps, you should consider that maybe being rejected by Azriel will finally allow you to move on, you have been pining for two centuries, maybe it's about time?" Feyre tried.

Shaking your head once more, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, groaning at the prospect of ruining the close friendship you had forged with the shadow singer by confessing to him on valentine's day of all days. Maybe you were overthinking it, but you would rather live in your crush and suffer than ruin the good and close friendship you had.

The idea of finally getting together with the shadow singer baffled you but it was a dream come true. Truth to be told, you had had dreams about it before, and even begun to crave the comfort Azriel provided you in your darkest moments in the roughest nights. In times you wondered whether you should cut to the chase but you were scared of the repercussions.

"Come on, girl, you have to bite the bullet, be brave. You have to be confident enough to get rejected. And eventually you'll move and you can be friends with Azriel after he rejects you. Agonizing over this for so long is not worth it," Nesta reasoned. Considering her words, you sighed, "Fine." The females around you brightened. "But, I will only do it through a letter, and he has to confess to me also if he actually accepts. If he rejects it promise me you'll take me to the cabin to mope." They all eagerly nodded, and just like that, they began to set their plan in motion.

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Dearest Dear Azriel,

I am writing this letter. Hi. How are you? Today is valentine's day and you must be wondering why you are receiving this letter from me. I confess that I was coerced into doing this by Nesta, Feyre and Morrigan, but do not doubt that my words are not sincere. I love like you. I have liked you for a while and will continue to do so even if you reject my feelings until the day I can find the strength in me to truly move on. For two centuries I have found myself drawn to your quiet demeanor and I have found myself craving the quiet nights we spend together when we seek the other's comfort. I do hope that you will accept my feelings, but if you feel as though you cannot reciprocate, do not worry, I will do my best to move on from this and we can continue to remain just friends.

Yours Sincerely,

Y/N

Finishing off with your name, you looked down at the letter that you wrote, going over it two more times before finally folding it. Just as the letter disappeared from your hands, probably reappearing in front of the shadow singer, another letter appeared in front of you that you recognised the paper was only one Azriel used, the scent of paper and ink still clung to it along with the musky scent of steel and the night sky that could only be described as Azriel.

Opening thee letter gently, you read.

My lovely star,

I should have written this so much sooner, but it was my brothers who finally gave me the courage to speak out the feelings I feared. I adore you. Every inch of you I crave, in every night you seek my comfort I want nothing more than to take your pain and make it mine. Every time I see you smile I curse under my breath when the reason for your smile is not me. I find joy in your laughter, it's melody often playing on repeat at the back of my mind. Even when I'm away I feel close to you because I spend every waking moment wondering what you and doing and every dream seems to chase away the nightmares when I dream of you. If you will allow me, I wish to be your forever. I love you with all my heart and my soul.

Yours, now and forever,

Azriel A.K.A Asshole, Brute, Bat, Illyrian prick

(P.S. I think my shadows like you more than me, because everytime you're near they seem to stray away from me to lay at your feet. You are breath taking, my star)

Holding in your breath, you felt as if you were dreaming, and as Azriel's scent seemed to suddenly flood your senses, you turned to the doors just as a knock came, slowly approaching it, behind was Azriel holding the letter you wrote, his grin wide and his eyes bright.

"Do you mean it, Sweetheart?" He asked, "Will you be mind?" Even as you nodded his eyes held a silent command to hear your voice, to hear the words he had craved for for so long. "I want to be your Azriel, I want you to be mine, I have loved you for so long," And as he swept you off your feet, the door closing behind the both of you as his lips crashed into yours, he pulled apart to only say, "I've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine, little star, even when I have faded from this world, even when we join our ancestors in the sky, even when we become the stars that sing, I will always be yours."

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"Guess I'll have to cancel galentines," You whispered softly to Azriel, peaking at his face that stretched into a soft grin, his arms snaking around your waist even as you lay quite literally on top of him, your elbows leaning onto his chest.

"Didn't the rest of the inner circle always have their own Valentine's while you went shopping, me tailing behind you?" You laughed, replying, "Well I did like this one male, he was super sweet and was always there for me but I never dared ask him to be my Valentine," His eye brows quirked at your words, his smile becoming wider as he asked, "And what happened to the male?" you considered for a moment before grinning mischievously.

"Well, now he's mine."

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A/N: No way, she wrote something with no angst for once??? A full fic that didn't have angst???? crazy. She must have been brain washed or something, that's insane. Don't worry my loves, angst is coming I just wanted to be nice for once during valentines <33 For all us single girls let's have a happy galentine's day and enjoy our girl dinners, AKA whichever fictional man/men we decide to simp for. Happy Valentine's day, see you all next time. MWAH.

Taglist: Please tell me if you want to be tagged in future Azriel's fics!!

[iseos]

: IN LOVE WITH A FANTASY

wc. 735 archive. pairing. yang jungwon x fm!r synopsis. heavy is the heart of an unrequited love genre. angst now playing. movies by conan gray

THE MOST ENDURING FRIENDSHIPS BEGAN as an unspoken love story; that's what y/n always believed growing up.

she met jungwon when they were kids; growing up in the same neighborhood, sharing secrets, dreams, and countless adventures.

as they ventured through life together, y/n's platonic love for her best friend jungwon silently evolved into something deeper, something she dared not to speak aloud.

the two had always been inseparable. they were that rare kind of friendship that could weather any storm; one that people would be envious of, one where people were sure that they were bound to fall in love with each other eventually. yet, y/n knew that only she held feelings that transcended the bounds of friendship.

jungwon was a kind, genuine person, the kind of friend who would drop everything to help y/n when she needed it; the one who stayed up late into the night, offering comfort during her darkest moments. and she was the same for him through every heartbreak, success, and life's trials.

throughout the years that they spent at each other's side, y/n couldn't help but hold on to hope.

despite the beautifully tangled web of shared memories they had, she couldn't help but secretly yearn for something more. but instead, she learned to bury her feelings deep inside herself, believing that confessing her love would risk their beautiful friendship.

y/n's unspoken love was her secret world; a world where jungwon felt just as passionately for her as she did for him. she often wished that he would be the one to make the first move, to bridge the gap between her secret world and reality, but it never happened.

jungwon's world seemed to orbit around everyone else but y/n. there were short-lived romances, heartbreaks, and whirlwind flings, but none of them were ever y/n. she watched as he searched for love in others, always hoping that one day he would finally find it in her.

one winter afternoon, as the snow blanketed the city, y/n and jungwon found themselves once again walking home from school together through the quiet, snow-covered streets. the world was painted in shades of white, and the silence seemed to amplify the unspoken emotions that coursed through y/n's heart.

they stopped by a small cafe, the warmth of the cozy interior a stark contrast to the freezing temperatures outside. they settled into a corner table, sipping hot chocolate while warming their bodies and sharing stories, just like they did every winter.

it was an ordinary moment, but for y/n, it began to fill her with an unbearable ache, an ache that she had carried in her heart for far too long.

when they left the cafe, the snow continued to fall, creating a hushed, ethereal world around them. jungwon smiled at her, a typically familiar and comforting gesture, but it felt like a bittersweet reminder of everything she could never have.

their walk came to an end as they stood in front of y/n's house. jungwon hugged her tightly, his warmth seeping through the layers of clothing and into her soul. y/n clung to the moment, secretly hoping for something more, but it remained just that—a fleeting, beautiful moment. she watched him walk away into the snow-covered afternoon, her heart heavy with unspoken words and unrequited love.

y/n couldn't hold the weight of her love anymore. overcome by her feelings for her best friend, she allowed everything she felt for him to come out. however, her words never reached him. they were swallowed by the dense falling snow and swept away by the biting wind.

so jungwon continued to walk home, unaware of her confession.

as the long weeks passed by, eventually, y/n found herself grappling with her ever-present feelings and unsuccessful confession. she couldn't change her heart, nor could she change jungwon's. she had to accept that maybe their friendship was beautiful in its own right, even if it didn't evolve into the love story she had always imagined and desperately hoped for.

and so, y/n continued to be jungwon's confidant, the keeper of his secrets, and the friend he could always count on. she watched him love and lose, and she was always there to pick up the pieces. she couldn't have his heart, but he would always, unknowingly, have hers.

“in my head, we kiss under the stars but we know that’s not what were doing”

© iseos

[nestasgalpal]

Can't think straight when we are together Pt. 2 [Nessian smut]

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Nesta’s Gal Pal masterlist | AO3

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A/N: Don't mind me, I'm just posting a second part to this a year after because I think I know what I want to do with this fic. It's been a year, so if you want to be removed or added to the tagging list, let me know, I just copied the one I had.

He had played well enough to celebrate the victory and mean it. It had been a great game. Tense, to say the least, but in a good way. The type of tense that pushed Cassian to do better. He was not the captain of the football team, Rhy was, but Cassian had been named MVP of the college league the last two seasons, and he planned on keeping the title this year as well now that graduation time was approaching and the draft peaked on the horizon. Preassure to give his all on the field was always welcomed. And if a certain pretty brunette showed up to watch, even if she was accompanied by some other dude, then his teammates could count on Cassian pushing himself to the limit.

Cassian slurred each syllable when he spoke, even if he wasn't drunk yet. "It's too hot in here, I need some air." Az only nodded. Not that the music being blasted through the speakers would have allowed him to be heard anyway. 

The crowd dancing in Feyre's basement, drinking and making out in the darkest corners of the room, forced him to use his elbows to push people in reaching for the stairs. Circumventing these college students proved as challenging as dodging some of his rivals hours earlier. Cassian tightly secured his red cup as he made his way up. Although Feyre's house was not their most frequent meetup place, Cassian had been in there enough times to know where each room was. To know the basement had a door to the garden behind the house, but if he instead used the stairs, he would find himself in the entry hall at the top.

So he went up, and just as he emerged in the predicted space, the front door was being opened by one of his best friends. Mor gave a squeak and jumped to hug him. "Congrats on the win, big boy!" Cassian hugged her back, and she had to go on her tiptoes so her arms could reach around his neck. He thanked her with a shit-eating grin. Both knew this had been one of his best games this season.

"Where were you? I was starting to think I would have to drain the keg all by myself." He joked, momentarily postponing his planned trip for this quick chat. 

"The cheer team had a pre-party I couldn't miss." Mor explained. Cassian didn't believed her, though, as most of the cheer team had arrived before him at the party.

"Excuse me." The soft voice behind them was followed by an even softer touch as Gwyneth Berdara slightly pushed his arm.

Only then did Cassian realize Mor and he were blocking the front door. He quickly let go of his friend's waist and took a step back, leaving enough room between the blond cheerleader and himself for Gwyneth to walk out. She did so without a word or a second look at them. The sudden panic taking over Cassian was enough to block the shame he should have felt instead. He saw the redhead reach for her phone as soon as she stepped outside, right before the door closed behind her. His widen his eyes went back to his friend, who seemed oblivious to the gravity of what had just happened. Only then did he notice who the varsity jacket Mor was wearing belonged to. A siren went off inside his head. Shit. Cassian hadn't noticed she was wearing his name and number. He had assumed it belonged to whatever player she had been screwing before coming to the party.

Surely Gwyn had noticed as well.

Shit.

"It that my jacket?" Obviously, it was. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was cold and kept it. Do you want it back?" She offered it, but didn't take it off. She pouted, knowing he would let her keep it. It would be useless to ask for it now, anyway.

"I thought you gave it to Nesta. Like I asked you to." 

How tight had he and Mor been hugging when Gwyn appeared out of thin air? He wasn't sure. He tried to remember if his name on the back of the jacket had been visible to the girl, but soon discovered that he couldn't. A message had probably been sent from Gwyn's phone to Nesta's describing what she thought she had seen. She would be wrong in her assumption, but it kind of made his planned trip to the second floor redundant now, nevertheless.

"She didn't want it, Cass. I promise I offered it to her, and she said she already had a jacket. Now, I don't know if she meant hers or the jacket that guy besides her was wearing."

Cassian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit Mor, you should have told me. I thought she had taken it."

"Hey, don't be upset with me. It's not my fault." She protested, her pouting lips now more exaggerated. "To be honest, I think this was for the best. Please, Cass, I am begging you to put two and two together and realize that she didn't want your name on her back because she simply doesn't want you. Or else, she wouldn't have gone to the game with a date."

His head snapped at that. "So it was a date? How would you know?" Cassian had always trusted Mor's intuition in this area. She understood girls' behavior way better than he did.

Taking the red cup from his hand and sipping from it, Mor rolled her eyes. "Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings, especially not tonight, but Nesta Archeron doesn't give a fuck about football, so if her pretty ass was there, it had to be that guy's idea. And she must like him a lot to agree to the plan. Did she tell you she would be there?" He said no with his head. "And why is that? Because she..." Mor pushed a finger against his chest. "Doesn't. Care. About. You."

Cassian just stood there, unconvinced. He wished Mor had insisted more.

"But I still went up there to their seats and offered, like you asked me to, because I do care about you." She kept going. "As does Rhys. Do you think he would like to find out you are trying to get into Nesta's pants?" She arched an eyebrow. "You know he is not precisely fond of her."

The silence, Cassian hoped, let Mor know he was not in the mood to get deeper into that conversation right now. "Yeah, you are right." He considered taking his cup back, but decided not to. Mor could keep his cup and take it downstairs with her advice and opinions. He had to go up, he was now determined. "Az was asking for you down there." The cheerleader's face lightened when he changed the subject, suddenly reminded that there was, in fact, a party waiting for her in the basement.

"Shall we go?" She offered.

"I was actually looking for a bathroom." Cassian excused himself. "I don't trust the one downstairs." He joked. She didn't push it, she simply gave him another quick hug and headed towards the music.

He gave himself a second to clear his head. To mentally curse himself, Mor and this night that had seemed so full of potential until five minutes ago. The stairs to the second floor of the Archeron's house were right there. I should go to her room, Cassian told himself. To explain myself. And so, with the confidence only a guy like him could have, he resumed his original route towards Nesta Archeron's bedroom.

Unknown territory.

It would be easy for him to pitch himself tonight. Pitching both of them, actually, presents Nesta with the idea of what they could become. In a perfect scenario, Nesta would listen. In the case that Gwyneth had misinformed her of what she thought she had seen in the hall, it might require a little more convincing. But Cassian made his way up, truly believing this would be the night he told Nesta what he wanted.

Loud and clear.

The hallway he ended up in was silent, as if there was no party happening in the basement at that very moment. It was pitch dark, and wanting to be as sneaky as possible, instead of turning on the lights, Cassian used his phone's flashlight to find Nesta's bedroom door. A decorative piece of wood in the shape of a perfect "N" hang from the door. Knowing all the residents of the house except Feyre —downstairs— and Nesta herself —at the other side of the wooden panel— were away, he knocked, not allowing his confidence to slip away.

Yes, Nesta had refused to take his jacket when Mor offered it in his name, but not once had she said no to fucking him. If she knew he was on the other side of the door, she would open it for him. When she didn't answer, Cassian knocked again. "Nes, it's me." He had to wait again, but this time he heard the muffled footsteps getting closer. Then, the door opened, and Cassian's grin returned to his face. "Hey." He leaned on the door, knowing from experience that women found the way his muscles flexed to be sexy.

Nesta's half-closed eyes didn't really react, though. "What do you want?" She asked bluntly.

"Were you sleeping?" The question was a courtesy. He could smell in the thick air of the room what she had been up to, despite the open window by the bed. The red eyes were proof as well.

"Yes." She lied. "Did you get lost?" Her sexy lack of patience was amusing and just what he had wanted to be greeted by.

There was soft music playing from her phone on the bed. "I'm almost where I want to be, actually." Cassian said, his eyes wandering through the room behind his girl.

The eye contact that followed was intense. Cassian wouldn't break it, he could stare at her annoyed frown for ages and never get tired. And Nesta wouldn't either, as she simply couldn't stand to lose. She had her hair up in a ponytail that had been perfectly neat maybe an hour ago and now struggled to contain a few pieces of hair that were too short in the front and framed her face. Although Cassian was sure there were a pair of shorts on her legs, they weren't visible under the big t-shirt she used as pajamas. The band logo was unrecognizable after so many trips to the washing machine over the years.

Knowing very few people were allowed to see the perfect Nesta Archeron looking this disheveled, but he was, only filled his chest with excitement. Because not only was he allowed to see it, he was also allowed to take her out of those clothes and make an even bigger mess of her.

"Are you going to stand there forever?"

"Until you invite me in." He retorted.

She rolled her eyes, but stepped to the side and opened the door enough for him to enter. He walked to the middle of the room and heard the door close behind him. "I don't think I've ever seen your bedroom." She didn't answer, nor did she address his presence when she walked back to her bed and jumped in. Cassian just stood there, taking in the empty white walls, the blue stripes of her sheets, and the fluffy rug in the middle of the room.

"I hate shoes inside the house." Cassian needn't be told twice. His socks were stark white, and Nesta took notice. Hers were as well. "Matching," she mumbled distractedly.

The only light came from a round lamp by her bed. It was warm and threw yellowy shades across the walls, the bed and her face. She looked relaxed, and Cassian wondered if he had ever seen her like this. So calm and comfortable. He absolutely hadn't. He would remember. Like he remembered the first and only time he had made her laugh out loud —and actually chuckle. Cassian felt like he should have, though. Hadn't he made her feel good in his arms? He had. Six times, no less.

But Nesta hadn't looked this at ease. Almost the opposite, he realized. She had wanted to get out of his embrace as soon as they were done. She always ran from him.

Well, not anymore. Tonight, he would demand she give him more —at least a chance—, or else they would be done forever.

Please, prove them wrong, he begged her. Prove you do care about me.

From the bed, Nesta stretched her arm to open a drawer. "Do you want some?" An untouched joint was offered to him.

"I've been told I am insufferable when I am drunk and high." He joked. Nesta's lips curled up, remembering the moment she spoke those words.

"You really are." She scouted to the side, leaving room for him on the bed. "But you are not drunk, though."

Absolutely not. He needed his mind to be clear for this. Nesta's parted lips were distracting enough. Her smell. The skin of her thigh hot against the back of his hand when he sat down. Their eyes met, and Cassian cursed himself for accepting the silent offer and getting in her bed. This was not what he had come up here for.

Had she not leaned in, Cassian might had found in him the strength to get up again. But she did lean in, and his body followed suit. She kissed him. He kissed her back, and Nesta was quick to make it deeper, to make it hungry and needy. His hand cupping her face was meant to steady them, as surely were Nesta's on his hair. And his arm finding its place around her waist, or her legs now straddling him.

Yes, when his hand left her pretty face and met its double on Nesta's other hip, his goal was to make sure she was comfortably sitting on top of him. The grinding it caused was collateral damage. The seam of his jeans rubbed the right inch on her body, and soon Nesta was moaning in his mouth.

Hadn't she leaned in, Cassian would be standing on the fluffy carpet, pouring his heart out for her. But she did. And so he was now stripping her of her t-shirt and delighting himself in the realization that Nesta had not been wearing any kind of shorts under it. Just some lovely black panties he was quick to pull aside.

"Fuck!" She let out when his fingers pushed inside her. She was soaking wet just from making out.

There was no excuse for that.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded.

With her mouth open in a silent exclamation, Nesta rode his hand like she should be riding his cock. He curled his two fingers inside her, making her tremble. To keep her balance, Nesta's palms came to rest on his chest, supporting her weight. With her arms at her sides and her back arched, Nesta's tits were pushed right to his face. Not wanting to disrespect his host, Cassian's mouth was on them in an instant.

Hadn't she leaned in...

Nesta tried her best to contain her whimpers, and he did his best to steal new ones from her lips. "Tell me what you want." He repeated, now that Nesta was approaching her climax.

"I just want to come." She pleaded. Her gray eyes found his and gave him that look that almost had him coming in his pants. "Please, Cassian, make me come."

"And what do I get?" He teased, freeing her nipples from the pleasure and torture of his tongue on them. She shuddered, probably feeling the cold now that they were wet with his saliva.

Nesta didn't answer, so he had to be tougher on her. She was lost in her thoughts, bouncing on his hand and enjoying the feeling of his thumb on her clit. With his left hand, Cassian halted her movement just so he could slip his right from under her. Nesta whimpered again, but this time it was unsatisfaction what lingered on her pouting lips. An unexpected swat across her butcheeks made her jump slightly. It had taken her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. She knew what would come when she didn't answer him the first time. "What do I get, Nes?" Cassian was getting tired of repeating himself. She knew better. He spanked her again, just because he wanted to see her tits bounce in his face when she felt it and reacted.

Like a cat, Nesta stretched her body and rested it flat on top of his, gaining access to his neck and covering it in kisses. It was Cassian's turn to groan, more so when she nibbled his earlobe, and he practically melted when Nesta's plump lips sought his again. She was such a smooth kisser, so good at it, Cassian almost forgot she was the one supposed to be begging for his touch, not the other way around. He rolled over, pressing her against the bed now, and grabbed her tits with perhaps more force than needed. Not that Nesta ever complained about sex getting a bit rough. He kneaded them and pulled her nipples to his will, enjoying how hard they got against his palms and how she arched her back for more. When her tongue entered his mouth, Cassian knew she was desperate.

"Anything you want." She promised, thinking she knew exactly what he would take as compensation. "You can have me any way you want, but please," A pause to let out a moan right by his ear, "please, make me come."

Cassian was quick enough in taking down his jeans that Nesta didn't complain about his warm body leaving hers. He wasn't quick enough to put on the condom she handed him from the bedside table, though, so Nesta got on her knees in front of him, matching his pose, and started kissing him again whilst he opened the silver square and wrapped himself in the rubber. When he was done, Cassian wasn't able to tell who was hornier. He only knew one second his hands were in Nesta's ass, taking her in the air, so she could wrap her legs around him, and the next he had slammed their bodies against the mattress again and was fucking her for all he was worth.

It would have been great to say she came quickly and repaid the favor by sucking him, but after all that grinding, Cassian was as close to coming as she was. She squeezed him so tightly he stood no chance, and soon they were both panting, Cassian all the way in and Nesta holding on to him like her life depended on it, needing him even closer. When the climax ran through them, Cassian didn't pull out, nor did she urge him to. Instead, her fingertips started dancing through his back. Making circles at first, then more complicated shapes. Something like triangles, then curves, and more sharp angles right after.

Cassian thanked his past self for staying sober tonight, so he was conscious enough to understand the meaning of the lines she drew.

"Come on a date with me." He whispered against her ear.

"No." Her answer came immediately. Not harshly, at least not with the intention to be harsh. She said the wordas a matter of fact. Empty of feeling.

He closed his eyes. Why? Wasn't this what she wanted? For him to be blunt with his expectations? "You said anything I wanted." Cassian reminded her. He didn't move. Their bodies were still tangled over her bed: him inside her, her legs caging his waist, and her arms hugging his neck. How could Nesta reject him while holding him with such care? 

As if she had read his mind, Nesta let go of him completely, and he had no choice but to sit up. Somehow quicker than Cassian had been when he took them out, Nesta gave him his underwear and jeans back for him to put them on. "I meant something like a blowjob and to swallow." Her coarse words hurt his ego more than his feelings. He didn't answer.

Cassian got up and pulled up his pants, then seated himself again and stared at her, a question in his eyes. She could read it—she in fact did—, but didn't answer. Cassian wondered, had she not leaned in, would he have been brave enough to ask her out with the words he had carried from the football field? Would the result have been the same, or was the fact that they always fucked first, talked later what made them go in circles?

"It was a good game. You did good." Her suddenly bringing that up only made things more awkward. 

"Yeah." Cassian would rather leave now than sit through the silence that followed. He stayed, though, waiting for who knows what to happen and fix the atmosphere, to turn it into... what, exactly? She must have felt it too —the lack of appropriate words to end this night.

Cassian ran a hand through his hair. Nesta fixed it, her touch a ghost. He looked at her and demanded an explanation with just a stare. Nesta didn't give him that either.

"You should go down." She told him. There was no sharpness in her tone, and maybe that was her way of saying she was sorry.

Accepting his fate and just wanting to leave on a good note, Cassian raised a teasing eyebrow and eyed what was between her legs.

"Not that." There it was: the eye rolling, the cute annoyance. "I meant downstairs, to the party. They are probably looking for you."

Indeed.

"You are saying a lot of things you don't mean tonight, Nes. It's kind of confusing."

The accusation finally woke her up from the post-orgasm haze. She jumped out of bed, leaving her t-shirt behind, and going for the door. "You are confusing." Her voice told Cassian she meant it.

"I think I've made myself pretty clear, though. Haven't I?" He took his shoes in one hand and followed her.

"Haven't I?" She retorted, turning around to face him. The defiance in her eyes burned bright, giving her an intimidating glow that compensated her lack of a top. Cassian didn't even look at her tits.

She opened the door for him. He closed it before the gap was wide enough for him to go through.

"Would it kill you to give me a chance?" He finally spat. 

"A chance for what, Cassian? What exactly do you expect? To continue with the fucking, but once a week, grab dinner together?" 

"Well, yeah." Cassian still couldn't understand what was so awful about spending time with him outside their bedroom, a small bathroom or an empty classroom. Be seen out in the open, grab her hand and kiss it just because he feels like it. For Nesta to wear his jersey to his games and celebrate with him and his friends afterward. Grab dinner when their schedules allow, and then go home together.

Nesta held his stare, and this time he couldn't read it. Which could only mean she didn't want him to. Cassian sighed.

"Okay, so whatever I want?" He brought up Nesta's sex-induced promise again. "Just give me a reason I can understand." When she opened her mouth, Cassian's finger sealed it again. "If you want a guy to get you drinks at a party, why can't it be me? If you want to hang out with a guy on a Friday night and go watch a game together,  why won't you let it be me? And don't give me an I don't like you, because you clearly do. What is so awful about me that you don't want to even try?"

When she closed her eyes, unable to look into his, Cassian's heart sank, understanding that there was a reason after all.

"I've tried." She confessed. "I've seen what spending time with you is like, and I don't want it." Not only didn't Cassian interrupt her, but he urged her to keep going, curious to see where she was going. "I've been in a room with you and your friends and remember what was said to me for even looking in your direction a little too long." She started counting with her fingers. "I've spent the afternoon with you guys and been completely ignored by every single one, including you, although I was invited to be there. We've had lunch, I've been trapped at one of your dinner parties and on Feyre's birthday, and there is nothing you can possibly offer me in a relationship to make up for how awful I've been treated every single time and how you did nothing to stop it from happening. How stupid do you think I am to sign up for that again?"

Cassian was equal parts offended on his friend's behalf and his own. Had it been anyone else in front of him, he wouldn't have bitten his tongue at the insult to his friends. They had never spoken ill of her to her face or purposefully tried to exclude her. She simply didn't fit in with the group, and that was okay. They could spend time alone.

"If that is what I'm getting myself into..." She corrected herself, saying, "If that is what you can offer me, then I don't want it."

"Don't you think a relationship is a little more complicated than liking my friends or not?"

"I am in Pre-Med, Cassian, I don't have the time for complicated. I want easy. This..." She signaled between the two, "This is easy. And I like it a lot."

It was his time to be cold. "Sorry, but this won't do it for me." Cassian took a step back, putting much-needed physical space between them. "Obviously, I can't be with someone who thinks that about my friends."

She agreed and stepped to the side, making room to open the door for him. "And I can't be with someone who would let their friends say exactly the same things about me." It was the brief silence as the words sank in what pushed her to keep going. "To be honest, and I am not saying this to be hurtful, you don't deserve more."

Cassian only nodded, not necessarily in agreement, not fully differing either. He understood.

"Have a good life, Nes." He just walked away.

[reivrze]

GAME OVER ↺ yang jungwon.

do you want to start over ? ➤ yes or ➤ no

SYNOPSIS // Jungwon had been your first ever love, your highschool sweetheart even. Unfortunately, as senior year neared it's end, you and Jungwon would part ways to go to different colleges, eventually leading to a break-up. But what happens a few years down the line when you and Jungwon decide to follow your mutual love for gaming and try out for one of the best e-sports team, EN-GAME. Will this time lead to your endgame?

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"Maybe we should break up..." Ah, how you had dreaded hearing those words; they stung your heart like knives. You knew it was coming. You and Jungwon would be going off to separate colleges soon, and you knew that it was best for both of you to part ways. Your heart couldn’t help but ache as you heard those 5 words leaving his lips.

You two had been dating for what seemed like an eternity. It hadn’t been long; you guys had only met eight months ago. But still, that was enough time for you to fall. It would be a lie if he said it hadn’t been the same for him. You fell for each other, and no one could deny it. You spent hours in each other's arms, shared warm and lingering kisses, and knew each other's deepest, darkest secrets. There was no way you could have stopped yourself from falling—from the way his smile seemed to lighten the weight on your shoulders or the way his eyes would sparkle when talking about something he held dear.

If there was one thing you loved about each other from day one, it was your mutual love and passion for gaming. It may not sound romantic, but it was a shared moment between the two of you. Staying up late, talking to each other through the microphone, saving each other's characters from death, and then celebrating a victory together—it was moments like these that both of you held dear in your memories, moments that reminded you of how you came to be.

Let’s go back to October, the first time you and Jungwon ever talked, the day you knew you were both done for. As cliché as it may be, you had felt quite lonely in the past few days. Your usual online friends were MIA, and you no longer had anyone to play with. Bored, you decided to join a randomized group in your favorite game, unknowing of how this decision would dramatically change the course of your life.

You were pleasantly surprised by how kind and humorous the people you had joined were. The group consisted of five people: you, a girl named Haewon who had to be the funniest girl you had ever met, full of charisma. Then there was Niki, a boy only a year younger than you but who initially sounded quite mature... until you realized his habit of turning everything anyone said into a dirty joke. Then there was Hanni, another girl you immediately clicked with, finding her deadpan humor extremely entertaining. Lastly, there was Jungwon, the cutest player you had ever encountered.

Soon enough, this little group of yours had become really close—close enough to consider yourselves best friends, much to your surprise. Eventually, you learned that you all went to the same high school. Quickly, you found yourselves hanging out both online and offline, but amidst the friend group, you couldn’t help but find yourself getting closer to Jungwon. Something about being around him felt so easy, comfortable, and familiar.

As your friendship grew, new feelings arose, and you both found yourselves falling for each other. After that point, it felt like you were walking on air constantly. He was such a kind-hearted first love, and you felt honored to have stumbled upon him. Who knew what could’ve happened if you had not joined that game on that night?

But all good things must come to an end, and you weren’t exempt from the curse. You and Jungwon got into different colleges, and at first, it didn’t seem like that much of an issue. But as senior year came to a close, the realization hit harder than you could have imagined—you'd be separated, each living your own college campus life, and ultimately, you'd grow further apart.

So, with a heavy heart, you came to the conclusion that it would be best for both of you to let each other go, and maybe, just maybe, fate would bring you back together. But that's a question for the future.

Here you are now, on your graduation day. You knew what was coming as the sun started to set—the conversation that you'd have to have. But it didn't make it any easier. Trying to enjoy every last second you had left with him, you spent the day attached at the hip, basking in every last ounce of love you had to give and receive.

Naturally, both you and Jungwon distanced yourselves from each other as the ceremony neared its end, hoping to soften the blow and the heartbreak that was waiting for you. You settled on just watching each other from afar as the others celebrated the end of high school in between.

And when the clock finally rang, your hearts sank, knowing that in just a few minutes, you'd be parting ways, leaving your hearts with exposed wounds. You knew it was all quite dramatic, but how could it be anything less when he made your heart feel things it had never felt before and introduced the meaning of love to you?

So, with a heartfelt conversation and a mutual agreement, you two parted ways. You knew you wouldn’t get over him soon, but it would get easier with time, wouldn’t it? For the meantime, you'll just have to replay the last five words he whispered to you.

"I'll always love you, y/n."

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[desiderio-dixon]

Darkest Before the Dawn

Chapter 5 : Stretched On Your Grave

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader

Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.

Chapter summary : The aftermath of the attack on the quarry brings back memories. The group travels to the CDC.

Chapter warnings : grief!!!! gore, violence, language, general twd themes, lmk if I missed anything!!

Word count : 2.9k

A/N : hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! always curious to hear your thoughts :)

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The sight before you was all too familiar, and all too hard to witness. The rising sun acted as a backdrop behind Andrea. Andrea, on her knees beside her dead sister, pulling her head into her lap.

Images flow through your mind. Images of a gas station interior, pools of scarlet blood blurred with tears. Images of a girl, limp in your hands.

Around you, the camp is alive. Alive with those who survived, hugging their loved ones and helping dispose of those not so lucky. And yet, you watch the death.

Not just the death of Amy, who's lifeless body grows colder every second, but the death of the Andrea you once knew. You can't tear your eyes away. Because it's like a mirror.

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You'd met when you were fifteen. Fifteen years old and you were sure she was an all-knowing mythical creature. She chose you, that's what you always thought.

At fifteen, you were shy and withdrawn. Hell, you didn't even attend school enough to make friends anyway. Skipping just to sit in a parking lot somewhere. But she was everything you weren't, and she chose you.

It was so sudden, you'd barely spoken a word to each other when she'd come up to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder. She'd pulled you under before you realized. Suddenly, your attendance improved drastically. Every day you ate lunch together, splitting an icecream from the school cafeteria. And then, you got older. Things changed, but never her and you. You'd moved in together in the city, even got a cat together affectionately named Wasabi.

Her name was Gwen, she was your best friend, and she died in your lap.

The girl that had once hung the stars for you was now reduced to one simple word : deceased. Things changed, including her and you. You know you'll never be the same.

You see her everywhere. In the jewelry you find while scavenging. In those tourist penny crushing machines. In the curdling icecream that's melted and soured in grocery store freezers. In Amy, as her life pours out into the dry soil.

And you see yourself in Andrea, as she runs her hands over Amy's face. She's trying to put her back together, like a porcelain doll that's been shattered. There is no fixing death, and even more so, there is no fixing loss. It's been somewhere around two months since you lost Gwen. You just kept going, and you keep going now. But even still, there is a piece of you that remains stretched over the grave she never got to have.

You contemplate going to Andrea, giving her your hand and lifting her up as Glenn had once done for you. But it's not the same. Glenn had taken you far away, in a moment where there was no chance to look back. Where can you take Andrea? A mere 20 feet from her sister's corpse? Instead, you watch from a distance, hand ghosting over the pistol on your hip. Rick had given it to you, said it was the best beginner gun in the bag. Now, you may have to use it to protect Andrea from her own sister should she turn.

It's simple enough, you're sure. Point and shoot, right? Growing up in the south, you'd been to a range once or twice. Though, you found guns to be much too loud and much too harsh, so you'd always slinked off to sit by yourself until your family was done. Things are different now, and there's no getting away from guns.

Before Rick brought in the bag of guns, the only people with guns were Dale and Shane. Occasionally, the Dixon brothers were given rifles for their hunting but typically just relied on their bows. Now it seems half the camp is armed, including you. The weight on your belt is unfamiliar, but it does soothe you in this moment. You feel much more in control.

The dried leaves behind you rustle and crunch under Daryl's pacing. "Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance." He rambles, eyeing Amy. You sigh, turning to look at him. Disappointment heavy in your face, you brush past him and head into your tent.

As you walk away, you hear Lori. "No. For God's sakes, let her be." You hope Daryl will listen.

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Daryl hates the way you make him feel. You make him feel shame unlike anyone else. One look at your teary eyes had a wildfire of anger and shame brewing in his stomach. He remembers the early morning hours, blood splattered over your arms, eyes bloodshot and red. The way you had left your body, sparing yourself the pain of being present. He remembers the walker's hand tangling into your matted hair, the fear that bubbled in his stomach. He had taken the shot without even thinking.

He was glad he did. You're alive. He's not sure why that means so much to him. He regrets the blood that drew from your cheek under the graze of his arrow. But he remembers the way you met his eye, brushing the blood from your cheek and reminding the both of you that you made it. That you're alive.

He just wants to keep it that way. You were just standing there, practically waiting for Amy to turn. But there was definitely something in the way your eyes glazed over when you watched Amy and Andrea. The way you had stood there motionless for hours.

Daryl grunts, dragging another dead body toward the fire. When he drops it, brushing his hands over his jeans, Glenn approaches. Something stirs in him. Seeing Glenn, without you following him like a lost puppy, only served to remind him that he is likely the reason for your retreat to your tent. You hadn't come out since.

"What are you guys doing? This is for geeks. Our people go over there." Sweat collects over Daryl's face and arms, he certainly didn't want to keep dragging bodies around all day. Truth be told, he didn't give a damn about any of the people who had passed. Of course, he didn't necessarily want them to die, but none of them had been all that kind to him anyway.

So, Daryl scoffs in reply. "What's the difference? They're all infected." Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he knows he's being harsh.

"Our people go in that row over there. We don't burn them! We bury them. Understand? Our people go in that row over there!" Glenn's eyes grow red and glassy, and his nose seems red from some prior crying. Momentarily, Daryl feels a great deal of guilt. Then, you come crawling out of your tent, your own nose matching Glenn's. You stumble over to Glenn, wrap your arms around him and lead him away like some hybrid mother/lover.

There's something in him then. It's green and ugly, snarling and gnashing it's teeth at the forefront of his brain. He's not sure what to do with this influx of emotion, and so it crawls out of his throat in a bitter yell. "Y'all left my brother for dead. You had this coming." He doesn't look up to catch the disappointed glint in your eyes, this time.

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All day it's been gut punches. Your eyes are sore and dry from how many tears you've shed, but you still carry so much emotion that your fingers tremble incessantly. You thought you were through the worst of it as everyone went about burying your dead, but then came Jim.

You were never particularly close, but you weren't sure how much more you could stand to lose. You'd even felt that you'd made progress with Daryl Dixon, but even he has somewhat become lost to you. Let alone the fact that most of the group seems set that the quarry is no longer safe, and it's time to move along. You suppose Glenn will follow them wherever they choose to go, and where he goes you will follow.

The discussion of what to do about Jim's condition was one you chose to not be a part of. Who are you to decide a man's fate? You know that Daryl was in favor of putting him down, though Rick wanted to bring him to the CDC, or Fort Benning, whatever was decided.

Daryl's opinion doesn't hold much weight in camp, so it was inevitably decided that Jim will live until he doesn't. However soon that may be.

The bark of the tree digs into your back while you sit, weaving fibres of leaves into each other. Your best attempt at a basket has thus far only resulted in a mangled mess of leaves. Still, you want to be useful. A few feet in front of you, Daryl grunts, swinging his pickaxe into the dead's skulls.

You can't lie, part of you is mad at him. He's been awful insensitive about everything. Though, watching him exert himself for the safety of your camp made you hopeful that he was still redeemable. Sweat layers over his exposed biceps, glistening in the hot Georgia sun. Your eyes follow his movements. Pierce down, pull up, pierce down, pull up--

"Whatcha staring at?" You just about jump out of your skin at Glenn's voice in your ear. It's a genuine question, no teasing in his tone but for some reason, your cheeks burn. He follows your eyes to the pile of dead, and Daryl along with them.

You avoid his eyes, turning back to the attempt of a basket in your lap. "Nothing," You shrug. "Just the dead, I guess."

It's silent for a few moments, besides the rustling of the leaves in your hands.

"Poor Carol." Glenn breaks the silence. You look up then, in time to see Daryl handing his pickaxe over to Carol, who swings it into her dead husband's head over and over. Your chest clinches, in a combination of relief and fear for her. Although Ed hurt her, you know Carol felt a sense of security in having someone at all. You shuffle forward, standing and brushing your knees of dirt.

"I'll be right back." You tell Glenn over your shoulder. When you reach Carol, she's still bashing Ed's skull in, sobs falling from her open mouth. Daryl stands off to the side, glancing between her and the bloodied mess of gore.

You gently put your hand on her shoulder, so as to not startle. She gasps, but recognizes your touch. The pickaxe falls heftily to the ground, and she sinks into you. Her tears fall silently onto the shoulder of your shirt, but it's hardly anything compared to the aged blood you usually wear. You rub her back in your best attempt of soothing circles. Daryl catches your eye over Carol's head, giving you a nod before picking up his pickaxe with a grunt and walking off.

You're still embracing Carol when the gunshot goes off. One singular shot. It makes you jump, eyes wide. Carol removes herself from you, giving you a smile. For the first time, you feel that she genuinely wants to smile. "Go. I'm okay." And you believe, for the first time as well, that she means that, too.

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Blood pours out of the hole in Amy's skull, her eyes open and faraway. The pools under her head make you flinch. Andrea stays for a few moments, crying over her sister. Then, it becomes too much and she turns and jogs off. You approach Amy's body slowly, as if she'd come to life once more.

Her open eyes are bloodshot and almost milky, not the Amy you once knew. You fall to your knees beside her, blood seeping into the fabric of your pants. An all too familiar and sickening feeling.

A tear rolls slowly and cold over your heated cheek. Lifting a shaky hand, you brush your fingertips over her cold eyelids. With her eyes now closed, she looks young once more. Like perhaps she's sleeping beauty.

Are Gwen's lifeless eyes open somewhere?

The makeshift funeral is only an hour or two later. Amy's body, wrapped in sheets, is lowered into a grave. Andrea struggles to lift her weight, but insists she must be the one. You stand in the background, not daring to move a muscle toward Andrea. She's fragile now, an aged porcelain doll you're scared may crack at the slightest touch.

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When Jim's condition worsens, it's decided that the CDC is the path forward. You all waste no time, soon packing into the vehicles and setting off. You lost a few people, mainly Morales and his family, who'd gone their own way.

The RV is packed. Jim on the bed, sweating and mumbling. Jacqui, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead and fussing over him. Dale at the wheel, the ever present captain of the ship. Glenn in the passenger seat, open map in his lap. And you, shuffling through the cabinets in search of some aspirin. Or any cold medicine, something to lower Jim's fever.

It's a bumpy ride, plates and silverware clattering all around you. In your searching, you fail to find the medicine, but you do find a carton of cigarettes. You'd never seen Dale smoke, though the pack was open and missing a few. "Dale! Since when do you smoke?" You call, holding the offending item in your palm.

"I don't! Took those from Ed's tent." You laugh, recalling the many times everyone had scolded Ed for damn near burning the place down, smoking while piss drunk in his tent. You shake your head, tucking them into your back pocket. You know at least one person who may be interested.

It's not long before the RV is skidding to a halt. The radiator hose blew once again. Dale and Glenn hop out to inspect under the hood, and you move to the back to check on Jim. When you enter the space, the look Jacqui gives you stops you in your place.

It's a helpless, lost look. You see it in her eyes and her frown. Behind her, Jim pants, squirming in place. His face is wracked with pain and soaked in sweat. A bucket is placed on his bedside, a small pool of blood at the bottom. Looking at him is looking death right in it's eye. Jacqui brushes past you, trailing her hand over your bicep. "I think it's time." She says, her voice breaking.

The loss of Jim is not simply the loss of Jim. It's the loss of a sense of hope. Hope that maybe a bite isn't a death sentence, that perhaps there's a chance to nurture people back to health-- hope that there is a solution. Of course, the CDC still may hold secrets, but as you watch Jim's silhouette against the tree grow farther, you wonder how plausible any cure would be at this point anyway. The pack of cigarettes remains in your back pocket.

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It's dark when you all pour out of your vehicles. The smell hits you first. The air is heavy with the smell of death. It feels heavy in your lungs.

The CDC stands tall and proud, a modern building surrounded by decay. It remains shuttered, seemingly unaffected by the outside world. You suppose that's a good sign. Shane pounds on door. When no one responds, the group grows impatient. You feel a bubble of despair rising in your stomach. Rick continues to fight, choosing hope.

“Then why are these shutters down?” He continues, insisting someone is inside. You hear the stumbling before you realize what it is. Behind you all, a group of walkers shambles forward, kicking up dirt with every half-hearted step.

“Walkers!” Daryl warns, raising his crossbow defensively. You still have that gun on your hip, but perhaps out of habit, your hand still comes to rest on your knife. Daryl shoots an arrow through the nearest walker’s skull. Lori tugs on Rick’s arm. “Ya led us into a graveyard!” Daryl yells. The words sent a shiver through your spine, heart rate speeding up. There’s no where else to go—you all need this.

Everyone around begins panicking outwardly, questions of what you’ll do and where you’ll go. "We need answers tonight, now." Lori pushes, eyes wild and afraid. Rick and Shane usher everyone back to the cars, you stick close to Glenn as you all begin moving.

Then, Rick stops. "The camera—it moved." He looks mesmerized, genuinely, and you can't help but believe him. Still, the group isn't convinced. You reach your hand to clasp Glenn's clammy one, grabbing his attention. His nervous eyes dart around as Shane and Rick argue.

You believe Rick that someone is inside, but as he begins banging on the shutters, you also believe that whomever is inside, wants to keep you all out. Your pulse pounds in your ears, providing a backtrack to Rick's desperate pleas. "You're killing us! You're killing us!"

Just as the helplessness springs tears to your eyes, they're slamming shut. The light is bright—brighter than anything you'd seen since the power went down. It washes over you, rivaling the Georgia sun. Though, unlike the warm yellow of the sun, this light is clinical. White and blinding. Your hand falls from Glenn's when he pulls away, walking closer to the light. As he pushes forward, Daryl does too, his shoulder brushing yours. Things are changing.

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BoB reaction/Hc to you confessing their love to them (Nix, Luz, Bill)

Nixon:

The two of you had been in a bar shortly after Winters had told E-Company that Japan had surrendered. You guys wanted to celebrate it and had started drinking hard alcohol, Nix even had told you about his wife and their divorce, which was not usual cause he was a captain and you just a sergeant. Anyway, both of you weren’t really sober and so it happened that you told him your darkest secret. That you were in love with him. He simply took another sip of his drink and then just kissed you on the lips. Without the alcohol you probably would have stopped this long time ago but you didn’t and it actually had good consequences.

The next day you woke up with him beside you, he had watched you since he was awake. With a smile and a kiss he told you that he would love you too.

Luz:

George and you had been best friends since you two met the first time back in Camp Toccoa. He was always sweet and funny when he was with you, even during the time in Bastogne. This all resulted in you slowly falling for him. What you didn’t knew was that he had feelings for you the whole time since Camp Toccoa.

Then the night in Bastogne came, when Joe and Bill got hit and lost their legs. It was a rough night for the both of you because the Toye and old Guarnere were close friends from you and George.

„Come here Y/N, otherwise you will get sick if you are sitting there alone in the snow any longer.”

He said and took you into his arms after you climbed into his foxhole. Your head rested on his chest and he whispered: „You have no idea how much I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You might not should have closed your eyes, otherwise he would have noticed that you hadn’t slept.

You began to smile slightly and whispered back, eyes still closed.

„Really? I love you too George Luz.”

He looked down in surprise and then began to smile as well before pressing his lips onto yours.

Since that night everyone knew the two of you wouldn’t be far from each other.

Bill:

Bill had a huge crush on you ever since Toccoa and he was always really jealous when he saw you with other guys, especially with Lieb or Toye.

It was one of the few weekends where Sobel had gave E-Company free time so you spend it in one of the bars around the camp.

You sat at a table with Luz, Toye and Bill. Luz and Bill talked about whatever and you were in a conversation with Toye.

„So, when will you tell Bill?”

Toye asked you and within a second George’s and Bill’s eyes were on you.

„Tell me what?”

The man from Philly asked. Toye had a big grin on his face and said: „Come on tell him.”

„Damn it Joe why can’t you talk like a normal human and not yell like a fuckin’ dinosaur through the whole pub?”

You said angry and glanced at Joe, who still had his knowing grin on the face.

„Just Tell me sweetheart, can’t be that bad.”

Bill said, now grinning too.

„I-… Damn it, Bill, I love you!”

You spit out quietly, but loud enough for Bill to hear it. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Joe said:

„Com’ on, Bill, it’s only fair if you tell her too.”

‘The fuck does he mean by that?’ You thought and looked confused at Bill and Joe.

„I know it’s time to tell her, Joe.”

Bill said a bit annoyed before he took a deep breath and exhaled shortly after that.

„I love you too, Y/N.”

Your couldn’t believe your ears.

„Really? You’re not joking?!” „Nah, not this time, sweetie.”

Leaving the pub with Bill and sharing a sweet night with him, was definitely the best thing you could have ever done in your life. You thought a few years after the weekend, it was at your wedding with Bill.

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Contemplation

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[assume I also wrote an impactful argument between Garroth and Laurance and Laurance’s conversation with Vincent before Laurance finally comes back to Phoenix Drop for the night.]

*getting ready for bed*

G- We’re gonna be okay.

L- Huh?

G- Us. You and me and Aph. Today was…just a bad day. For all of us, I think. A-and once we’ve slept on it, we’ll figure it out.

L- Sure…you’re probably right…

G- …You know I love you right? Whatever happened when I was gone, that won’t change.

L- I…I know. I love you too…Do you want some tea?

G: Yeah, that’s sounds great.

*later in the night*

It made him sick to even think about. How could he even consider leaving? Aph was his best friend, his beacon of hope when everything was falling apart. And Garroth, Garroth was the love his life! Garroth had supported him through some of his darkest moments, been the one partner where Laurance could be himself. Not to mention his family, who had just gotten him back after ten years. Garroth and Aph had both just lost someone close to them. Now, more than anything, they needed to be able to rely on him, and on each other. And here he was, awake in bed, about to ruin it all.

He could stay. Snuff out the lamp and go to bed. Garroth wouldn’t know a thing, he’d just chalk it up to a particularly deep sleep. He could talk to Aph in the morning, tell her he hadn’t meant to blame her. Maybe they could find a compromise.

But Vincent was right. How long until his self control wasn’t enough? How long until he hurt someone close to him? Leaving now would hurt them, but if it meant keeping them safe from a worse pain, he’d do it in an instant.

He traced the engravings on the ring, like he had done most nights when Garroth wasn’t there. He’d think about how unfair it was. Of course Garroth’s proposal would get ruined by O’Khasis scheming. But he’d also have hope. Hope that Garroth would come back and things could go back to normal. That they could get engaged, have a wedding, maybe even kids.

Laurance felt his chest tighten, knowing now how much of a naive fantasy that was.

He carefully got out of bed and got dressed.

He considered leaving nothing. It would be easier for everyone to move on then. But if he didn’t, Garroth and Aph would just rationalize that he had been kidnapped or mind-controlled and needed their help. So he wrote something down as best as he could.

Hayden and Cadenza, your the only family Ive ever known. You gave me a home and a community. I wouldnt be the person I am today without you.

Aphra, Im sorry for what I said. You risked so much to help me when you barely even knew me. Ill never repay that kindness. You carry your duties so gracefully, sometimes it’s easy for me to forget the pressure you’re under. Your life is what you choose to do with it. Maybe when the girls get older you can tell them some stories about me?

Garroth,

He paused. There was too much to say, and yet none of it felt right. His hand shaking, he only managed two short sentences.

thank you, for everything. Please don’t let this hold you back.

I love you all.

Laurance

He set the ring on top of the note. Grabbing the oil lamp, he walked out the door, leaving the room dark.

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August (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Warnings: Slight smut, implied sumt, language, some angst.

Author's note: Here is the first part of the August series with Steve!! Hope you all enjoy. Sorry it is so long!

“Salt air, and the rust on your door, I never needed anything more. Whispers of Are you sure? Never have I ever before. But I can see us lost in the memory, August slipped away into a moment in time, cause it was never mine. And I can see us twisted in bedsheets, August sipped away like a bottle of wine, cause you were never mine.”

I’ve known the Harrington’s since I was in elementary school. My father moved to Hawkins to begin his new job and we moved in next to Harrington’s. Mine and Steve’s bedrooms were facing each other, and we created secret codes from our windows. Our families became so close that we would vacation to a beach house we all shared during the summer. We usually stayed from the beginning of August until the end, right before school started back. This year was a little different because I was a senior at Hawkins High School, but Steve was leaving for college. Steve is my best friend and I have not allowed myself to think about how it’s going to feel when the only person who gets me is hours away. Recently, Steve began dating Nacy Wheeler and I have seen very little of him. He missed our family movie nights, family days at Star Court Mall, and I felt so alone, because truthfully, I was in love with Steve Harrington myself. Feelings I denied all through middle school and almost all high school, but once we started to grow, my feelings for Steve did as well. I always had the hope he felt the same, but once he brought Nancy to a family dinner, I knew I would always be just his best friend.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” My mother yelled from downstairs as my father loaded the car.

“I’m coming mom!” I yelled back, as I pulled my hair up and ran down the stairs. When I walked from the front door, Steve leaned against our car, smiling at me.

“There she is!” Steve said coming over to put me in a headlock. Nancy was on the other side of Steve smiling at us. It was August 1st and we were heading to our beach house. It was going to be a whole month that the love birds would be apart, so Nancy came to send Steve off.

“You’re riding with me, kid”. Steve said to me as he walked back over to place his arm around Nancy.

“Well, I’m picking the music then, Harrington”. I said as I hit his arm. Steve smirks at me, knowing this is an ongoing fight between us two. I hugged my mother and father, as they load in the car with Steve’s parents. I get in the passenger seat of Steve’s car, as he sticks his tongue down Nancy’s throat, causing my skin to crawl. He climbs in the driver’s seat, as Nancy leans in the window.

“See you, Y/N. Take care of my boy”. She says while kissing Steve on the cheek. I really like Nancy and she is super sweet, but she will never know Steve the way I do. His deepest, darkest secrets. The nights we stayed up watching movies when his parents were being dicks to him. Steve spent many nights at our home and seen more care from us than his parents.

“Of course, I will make sure to keep Stevie in line” I say giving a thumbs up to Nancy. I notice Steve’s hand tense up on the steering wheel at the sound of my decades long nickname for him.

We have been driving for a couple of hours before Steve and I ever talked. Since I called Steve our nickname, he was quiet and didn’t even fight my music choices like usual.

“Steve, is everything okay? Did I upset you?” I say touching Steve’s forearm. I hear Steve sigh and run his hands through his always messy hair.

“No, no, you of all people would not be one to easily upset me”. Steve says touching my hand gently. I feel butterflies erupting in my stomach at his touch.

“What’s wrong then? Is it because you already miss Nance? You know you can tell me anything, Stevie” I say grabbing his hand. Steve looks over at me and lightly smiles.

“Yeah, of course I miss her, but I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when I’m at college.” Steve says staring straight ahead at the road. The butterflies get worse at his statement because I haven’t allowed myself to think about this fully. Steve and I sit in silence during the rest of the trip and just listen to music. There is a heaviness in the air and part of me hopes we are feeling the same thing, but I know that isn’t possible.

“Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinking I had you.”

We finally arrived at the beach house, and I ran right in to change into my swimsuit to get to the beach. I change into my red, high-waisted bikini and head out the door.

“Heading to the beach already, sweetheart?” My mother says chuckling at my eagerness. I notice Steve unloading our bags but stops once he hears my mother’s comment. He turned to look at me and suddenly back to the car, as his cheeks flushed red. What did I do? This isn’t the first time we have been to the beach together and not the first time he’s seen me in a bathing suit. I headed down to the beach to start tanning. Not long after I settled in, I hear someone coming up beside me.

“Hey, kid”. Steve says towering above me, smirking.

“Stop calling me, kid, Harrington.” I say rolling over on my stomach to get away from him. Steve snickers and finds a spot next to me on the beach. Even though he’s not paying attention to me, I look over at him while he is blissfully unaware of my gawking. His perfect freckles cascade down his back and it takes everything in me not to place kisses down it to mark my territory.

“Promise you won’t forget me when you get to college?” I say leaning up on my arms and staring at him.

“I could never forget you, you’re my best friend.” Steve says rolling over to look at me, a concerned look on his face.

“Call me every night to keep me updated on the college life?” I say squeezing Steve’s arm. I notice Steve tense at my touch.

“Um, of course, yeah.” Steve says running his hands through his hair.

“Alright, Steve, what’s going on? You’ve been quiet the whole ride down and now every time I touch you or call you a nickname, I’ve called you since we were seven, you act all distant.” I say sitting up to turn myself to Steve. He sighs and takes his sunglasses off to make eye contact with me.

“You wouldn’t get it if I told you.” Steve says, turning to face me.

“Try me. I know you better than you know yourself, so I bet I will” I say scooting closer to Steve to touch his hand.

“We’ve been best friends since we were kids, right?” Steve says, taking my hand.

“Umm yeah?” I was confused at where he was taking me.

“Then why do I feel this way about you? I have Nancy and I do love her, but seeing you this summer, all grown up and somehow different than I remember, I feel something. Maybe it’s me getting cold feet moving away from the only person who has ever truly known me, but the nickname, the touches, something is happening to me, and I can’t figure it out, Y/N.” Steve says staring deeply into my eyes and squeezing my hand tighter. I suddenly feel as if my body is numb and not in this reality. Did my best friend just admit to me he feels something for me, like I have been for him?

“You don’t have to answer me or even understand, but if I kept denying it, I would go crazy. Mom has a bottle of wine that I snuck into my suitcase. Want to head to our room and pre-game before dinner?” Steve says smiling at me and grabbing my hand to pull me up.

“Um yeah, of course, let’s go.” I say still processing his sudden confession of feelings. We headed back to the beach house and Steve holds my hand and my towel the whole way there. When we get back to the beach house, our parents are all dressed and fully made up.

“There you two are! We were wondering where you went” Steve’s mother says to us as we reach the back patio.

“Just catching some sun” Steve says slightly smiling back at her.

“Well, we are heading out to dinner with another couple from Hawkins that is vacationing here as well. You kids order pizza or get anything you need. We will be back late!” Steve’s mother says as they grab their purses and head to the car. Now Steve and I are left in our silence and confused confessions.

“Steve? Can I be honest with you?” I say turning to face him. Steve places his hands on my bare shoulders and squeezes.

“Of course, Y/N. Always.” He makes direct eye contact with me.

“I’m in love with you. I think I always have been, but I really realized it this summer and I like Nancy, but I hate seeing you give her the love I have been yearning for for so long.” I say nervously awaiting his reaction. Steve looks down, hands still on my shoulders. He takes my hand and leads me to our shared room. He unzips his suite case and grabs the bottle of win out. He pops the cork and offers me a sip. I take it and down a large swig. Steve chuckles and does the same. We sip on the wine all night until it’s all gone. We laugh and reminisce about the past.

“You remember that black dress you wore to junior prom with Billy?” Steve asks, leaning closer to me.

“How could I forget? That was the night you tried to kick Billy’s ass for feeling me up” I laugh as I push his hair out of his face. Steve tenses and clenches his jaw at the gesture.

“Well, I thought you looked so hot then. I was even jealous of Billy because he got to have you on his arm all night and not me. And he didn’t even appreciate the amazing person you are”. Steve says suddenly serious. He leans closer to me, our foreheads touching and the smell of the wine on his breath caressing my face. He puts his hand on the side of my face, bringing my eyes up to meet his.

“Steve….” I say, feeling the butterflies overtake my whole body and soul.

“Shhhh, just give in, damnit.” Steve says pushing me back onto the bed, on a cloud of white linen. Steve kisses me for the first time on my lips. It was everything I ever dreamed it to be, and my heart was exploding. I allowed his hands to roam my body and fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had of him. Steve is so gentle with me, and this feels like a movie.

“This is everything I have dreamed about” Steve says breaking our kiss and staring into my eyes.

“Steve, is this the wine talking? Or is this real?” I say rubbing my hands up and down his arm.

“Y/N, I’ve always wanted to do this, but the wine is giving me the courage” He smiles at me and begins kissing me more passionately. With each minute that passes, we lose more pieces of clothing, until our bare bodies are wrapped in the white sheets.

“Are you sure about this? Do we want to cross this line?” Steve whispers in my ear, hands still roaming my body.

“I’ve never done any of this before, Steve. I know you have hooked up with several girls, but I’m sure as long as you want to cross the line” I say in desperation and lust. Steve smiles down at me and continues exploring every inch of my body as if he couldn’t get enough. I never in my wildest dreams though Steve Harrington, my best friend, would be my first kiss and my first time. He treated me so gently, as if one false move would cause me to break. It made me somehow fall even farther in love with him. Our parents were all too drunk to realize we had done “turned in for the night” and the drunkenly stumbled to their respective rooms. Steve spent those moments rubbing circles on my back and intently staring into my eyes with such admiration.

“Steve? What about Nance?” I say, placing my hand on the side of his face.

“Let me handle that when I get back”. Steve says kissing my shoulder, then my neck, then my cheek. I felt what seemed like fire burning deep in my stomach and my core as he continued to kiss every small crease of my body.

“Stevie?” I say as I close my eyes and allow my head to meet the pillow and my eyes close in pleasure.

“Yes, baby girl?” Steve says, pulling me close and placing small kisses on me still.

“Make love to me all night long, please. Hell, make love to me this whole month. On the beach, in your car, in this bed. I just need every bit of you every minute.” I say combing my hands through his hair and still shuddering from the pet name he just called me.

“Mmmm, baby girl, it would be my absolute pleasure to make love to you for every year we missed out on. Let me take care of you, let me love you how you should be loved and forget about everyone else” Steve pulls our bare bodies together.  

And that is exactly what he did. We snuck out to have make-out sessions on the beach, then we made love on the beach. We teased each other under the table at family dinners before we would excuse ourselves to climb in the back of Steve’s car. But it wasn’t all sex. God, we got so close. Even closer than I ever imagined we could be.

“So, what do you want to do with your life?” Steve asked while rubbing circles on my bare back, as we were wrapped in our sheets.

“I would love to be an English teacher and finally use my nerd abilities to help others” I say looking into Steve’s hazel eyes that were all on me.

“Well, you are the hottest nerd I’ve ever seen, always with her nose in a book” Steve says peppering small kisses down my collarbone.

“Stevie?” I ask, with my eyes closed, feeling as if round two wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Yes, baby girl?” Steve says, now placing kisses all the way down my stomach, but looks up to give me his full attention.

“It’s almost the end of August, what are we going to do when we get back? What are we? What about Nancy?” I say, feeling a knot form in my stomach. Steve stops suddenly and crawls back up to lay beside me, a now serious expression on his face.

“I honestly haven’t thought about any of that. I’ve been so caught up in what we’ve had this month. What do you want to be?” Steve asks, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“Steve, I’d be your wife right now if you asked me. I love you, so fucking much. Like you have no idea how much I love and care for you. But I’m afraid this has been some lustful summer of us catching up on the feelings we’ve denied for so long. I’m so scared Nancy can give you everything I can’t. She’s the same age as you and I’m still in high school.” I say, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. Steve pulls me in and combs my hair.

“Baby girl, it’s okay. It’s all going to be okay. This hasn’t been just a lustful summer. We finally gave in, and I have learned more about you than I ever have. I wake up every day truly happy because I’m waking up next to you, because I get to love you. Do I feel bad for blindsiding Nance? Of course, but do I love you? Hell yes. I always have. It’s always been you. I don’t give a shit if you are ONE year younger than me, you get me better than anyone else and that’s all that matters. I am going to be so lost without you while I’m at college.” Steve says while kissing my head to reassure me. My heart feels so full, but it feels too good to be true. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the last two days of August with the man I have been in love with since I was seven.

“Back when we were still changing' for the better, wanting was enough. For me, it was enough. To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you call, and say, "Meet me behind the mall". So much for summer love and telling "us", Cause you weren't mine to lose. You weren't mine to lose, no, But I can see us lost in the memory, August slipped away into a moment in time, cause it was never mine. And I can see us twisted in bedsheets, August sipped away like a bottle of wine. Cause you were never mine, cause you were never mine, never mine. But do you remember? Remember when I pulled up and said, "Get in the car" and then canceled my plans just in case you'd call? Back when I was living' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all, Meet me behind the mall."

Steve and I spent the last two days of August wine drunk in our room, making out, making love, and talking about the future. Not just about “us”, but the future we wanted. How many kids we wanted, out house, and our careers. It was time to load back up and head home to Hawkins, face Nancy, and the future. Steve left for college in tomorrow morning, and I already dreaded life without him for a bit. I would count down every day until I got to see him at holidays or on breaks.

“You good, baby girl?” Steve asked me, one hand on the wheel and the other placed on my thigh.

“Ummm, yeah, sure. I’m good. Just nervous for the future.” I say forcing a smile at him.

“We have each other, that’s all that matters”. Steve squeezes my thigh and looks back to the road. Somehow, I was losing hope this might be true. I was scared and nervous that once he seen Nancy, there would be no more “us”. He wasn’t mine, technically. He was hers. She had no idea about our August. She had no idea the deep conversations we shared. She had no idea we were in love with each other and always had been.

We pull into the driveway at Hawkins and Nacy is waiting on the front steps, excited to see Steve return. My heart sank and sank even more when Steve removed his hand from my thigh.

“Just until I talk to her, okay? Then I’ll touch you whenever and wherever to show the world you’re my girl.” Steve smiles over at me.

“Guys!! You are finally back. How was the beach house?” Nancy says squeezing the life out of Steve as he got out of the car.

“I was amazing. Best summer I’ve ever had.” Steve says looking over Nancy’s shoulder to mouth, “I love you”. I smile, but my heart still hurts. Seeing them together when all I want is to be taken into Steve’s arms.

“So, I called the crew and why don’t we go to Star Court mall tonight and catch up?” Nancy says excitedly.

“Yeah, um that sounds great. We’d love to, right Y/N?” Steve says, hitting my arm playfully.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. It sounds like so much fun” I say forcing a smile to Nancy.

“I’ll call everyone and tell them to meet us there at 7. I’ll see you guys then!” Nancy says walking from the house. Steve makes sure she is out of sight and then he pulls me close.

“Now that we are alone, why don’t we go to my room? Talk some more” Steve says in a flirty tone, while kissing my ear. Chills go down my body and I suddenly need him.

Steve takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom before closing the door and pining me between him and the wall. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me just as passionately as he did at the beach house. Our clothes slowly start to fall off, as we make our way to bed.

“Stevie, baby, I need you, so bad” I say as Steve crawls up my body.

“Oh, baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you,” he says as he disappears under the covers.

Steve and I lay twisted up in his sheets until we have to get ready to meet the gang at Star Court.

“Baby, we have to get ready” I say, giggling as Steve kisses my shoulders.

“Mmm, but I prefer you just as you are right now.” He says pulling me closer.

“As much as I would love to continue this, we have to go” I say getting up to throw my shorts on and grab one of Steve’s shirts. It’s a little big on me, so I tie it up, barely showing some of my torso. I throw on my converse and sit down in front of Steve.

“That looks way better on you” he says grabbing my hand.

“Sure, that Nancy won’t notice?” I say, worried about becoming the town’s scarlet letter.

“Nah, it will be fine”. Steve says getting up to now get dressed.

We jump in Steve’s car and meet the gang at Star Court Mall. Nancy runs up to give Steve a kiss, but he seems to dodge her lips and pull her into a hug. Nancy frowns with a confused expression. Part of me feels bad, but also content with Steve’s gesture. I hung out with Robin a good deal of the night, but that didn’t stop Steve from flirting with me or teasing me any chance he got. He would place sweet kisses on my head when no one was looking and would watch me in his protective way when Robin and I went off alone. We headed to grab some ice cream, but Steve grabbed my hand.

“Have I told you how fucking good you look tonight?” He whispers in my ear and causes chills to run down my body.

“Maybe a time or two” I say smiling.

“Give me 5 minutes and meet me behind the mall.” He whispers, smirking as he tells the rest of the crew he was heading to the bathroom.

“Hey, Steve! Wait up, I need someone to show me where it is and make sure I don’t run into Billy” I say as I run after Steve. Once we are in the clear, Steve grabs my hand and pulls me out of the back door of the mall. Once we are outside, he pushes me against the concrete wall and begins kissing me.

“Promise to call me every day?” I say into the kiss.

“Promise to always cancel your plans for me?” Steve says picking me up as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Anything for you, Stevie” I say as I kiss him this time.

Steve takes me home after we eat, and I head to bed. I lay awake a good part of the night dreading the morning. Steve leaves for college and my heart feels like a part of it is leaving with him. He told me he was going to talk to Nancy once he dropped me off and let her know with going to college, it wasn’t going to work out between them. I fell asleep in Steve’s shirt and find comfort in knowing he may finally be mine, but hoping this all wasn’t too good to be true.

[nekoannie-chan]

Stuffed animals

Title: “Stuffed animals”

Ship: The divine pairing (Love).

Word count: 532 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: I1 “Favorite stuffed animal”.

Summary: Tandy and Tyrone talk about childhood memories.

Warnings/Tags: Stuffed animals, fluff.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo​  @marvelrarepairs MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

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Tandy Bowen and Tyrone Jones stood on the roof of an abandoned building, gazing at the city skyline illuminated by the night lights. The moon was shining brightly, and as they felt ready to face whatever threat was lurking in the city, they decided to share a special moment from their childhood together.

Tandy looked at Tyrone with a mischievous smile. "You know, sometimes we forget that we were kids once too. Even though we've been through a lot, there was always something that gave us comfort," she said.

"What do you mean, Tandy?" Tyrone nodded in inquiry.

She stood up and walked over to a box she had brought with her. Carefully, she opened it, revealing two worn and beloved stuffed animals that had been kept secret for years. One was a white-stuffed bunny rabbit with big eyes and floppy ears. The other was a brown teddy bear, looking cuddly and scruffy. Tandy took the bunny into her hands.

"This has been my favorite stuffed animal for as long as I can remember. It always made me feel safe when things got tough at home, especially after Dad." The nostalgia in her voice was evident.

"And this is my lifelong companion. When I was alone, it reminded me that there was always someone who loved me, even if I couldn't see him at the time." Tyrone looked tenderly at the teddy bear his older brother had given him.

They both looked at each other with complicity, sharing a special connection that only they understood. They knew that despite their difficult past and having become superheroes in the most unexpected way, these stuffed animals represented a safe place and a refuge in the darkest moments of their childhood.

Tandy extended the bunny to Tyrone.

"Ty, meet my stuffed friend, Bunny. Although I no longer need him to feel safe, he still has a special place in my heart."

Tyrone took the bunny gently and showed the teddy bear to Tandy.

"This is Teddy, my best furry friend. He always reminded me that there were good things in this world, even when everything seemed to be against me and when my brother was no longer with me.

They both smiled as they hugged their stuffed animals affectionately. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to them. Those worn objects bore witness to their friendship and growth over the years.

"Tandy, you know what? I'm grateful to have met you and to have you share moments like these with me," Tyrone confessed with sincerity.

"Me too, Tyrone. You're one of the few people I can really trust," she replied with a big smile on her face.

They stayed on the roof, enjoying each other's company and sharing stories of their childhood while holding their beloved stuffed animals. In the midst of all that had happened to them, they found a moment to remember where they came from and how far they had come together.

From that night forward, Tandy and Tyrone held Bunny and Teddy in a special place as reminders that no matter how dark the night, there would always be light in their lives and hope in their hearts.

[justimagineit26]

One year. One week. One day.

You are the best and worst thing to ever happen to me... I wonder how many times that statement has been made around the world. How many people have truly felt the deep, empty hole that gets left behind when a part of you as real as your arm goes missing. You were a part of me. You are a part of me. You are no longer a part of me. Ripped away by teeth so rigid and wicked. The phantom pains I feel at my core are a constant reminder of what is no longer there. What is no longer mine. It's like living in a new body, completely foreign to me. For a split second I knew what home felt like and I'm now back on unfamiliar ground. Barely hanging on, yet, still holding myself together. Wearing a smile you once found captivating, seeing through eyes that you once swam in. Walking around in a world filled with and without you. You once called me forever. Now you don't call me at all. I imagine my future and for the longest time after you left, I still saw you in it. Now I imagine nothing. Not that I imagine my non-existence, I simply cannot imagine any moment other than the moment I am in. It's like looking at an old tv screen that is a black and white fuzzy mess with that terrible noise I think anyone born before 1990 would recognize. In some moments, I think I hate you. In some moments, I think I have a fighting chance at successfully living a life in which you don't exist. You would tell me I could do it. You would tell me that you aren't worth holding on to. Words you have told me many times. That you aren't worth it, not worth this. But as I write these words, I realize something... You weren't telling me that YOU aren't worth it. It's what you can or cannot offer me that isn't worth it. You know that you cannot live inside of me, you cannot fill that vast space you left in my soul when you left my life. Because you can't live and thrive while loving me. Loving me was your downfall. Loving me made you weak, angry, bitter. I did not bring out the best in you. What I brought out in you was all the ugly, all the pain, that you spent countless years burying down into the very depths of you that I loved. As I started to dig into you, filling those places, those things started to lose space. But they had to have somewhere to go. And I became the very contrivance that brought these things to the surface. And every mistake I made, every fault I had, seemed to project these more and more. I never stood a chance. We never stood a chance. Like the most doomed twin flames, predestined to come together only to show each other the worst parts of ourselves. Mirror images. Only I am the one unable to pick up my pieces gracefully and move on. I sit here, one year, one week & one day since you ended us, still writing to you. I wonder when it will end, if it will end.

Grief

noun

deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.

I have experienced the death of someone I loved. And I don't know what is worse. Grieving the loss of someone who no longer lives in this world, or grieving the loss of someone who no longer lives in my world but is still very much alive. But I do know that the sun doesn't shine as bright or feel as warm. And just when I thought I'd run out of tears, they come to me like a familiar friend. Reminding me that you were real. You existed. I loved you. And I still do.

"He's both the wrong man and the right man in one man; he's both the good and the bad. Your brightest moments and your darkest hours. He's the first to make you laugh and the first to make you cry. This is the man you'll have the hardest time understanding because on the one hand, you love him for the joy, but on the other hand, you despise him for the pain." - Amari Soul

111 is the angel number I see the most. When we last spoke, I started seeing angel numbers everywhere for about two weeks until things went radio silent again. I spend a week writing down every angel number I saw. And the most consistent angel number that came to me was 111. When I realized the date today was exactly one year, one week and one day since our break up, I couldn't help but wonder if there really is some divine intervention in our lives and relationship. When I searched, this is what I found. I know you will likely never come across this blog or see these words, but I truly do hope that you are on your path to enlightenment and that you are on your journey to finding peace and healing. I can't help but pray that one day, our paths will cross again and it will be the right time for us both.

111 - This number means you both are on track to enlightenment, but might have more spiritual work to do to complete your journey. Your twin flame may or may not see 111 at the same times you do, depending on where they are in their spiritual journey. 111 is a strong number for twin flames.

[donman2112]

Dark to Light

Q, Anons and the End of the Beginning

BURNING BRIGHT

JUL 14, 2023

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(Author’s Note: This piece represents a thematic follow-up to two of the most popular features yet at Burning Bright, ‘We Are Q,’ and ‘The Darkest Path,’ and while it stands alone in the current context of the Info War, it may be best read in conjunction with that deeper dive on the Op that started it all for many of us. Additionally, I’d like to point readers new and old to a series written by friend and peer Chris Paul entitled, ‘A Story About Reality,’ which explores the same Op in the way only our favorite moderator can.)

The Great Awakening is a framed narrative.

We knew the end of the story from the outset, even if challenges of faith and seven years of psychological warfare by a deeply-entrenched, increasingly desperate satanic cabal has put that framing into question for each of us at times.

And yes, in case you couldn’t tell, this feature is going to be a bit more direct than some of my others—at least, as direct as a stream of consciousness writing can be—because the subject matter demands it, and because, as argued in many recent features, posts and appearances, we must always strive to argue from a position of strength, both of belief and of logic, and reject enemy framing wherever possible, especially where it concerns the core of their subversive empire, and the pillar that must be chipped, cracked and eventually—perhaps soon—shattered en route to bringing the whole corrupt, diseased temple down upon their heads.

Despite attempts to obfuscate and increasingly-clownish arguments to the contrary, and despite the fact that none of us are omniscient or omnipresent, and cannot know the future with certainty, faith, logic and discerning minds prone to advanced pattern recognition have a way of bringing one back to the first drops by the Anon known as ‘Q.’

We knew the end from the beginning, with the ongoing journey there representing an alternatively enlightening and devastating series of revelations as to the true nature of the world around us, the powers that would lord over us and the dark sins at the heart of the eternal mausoleum they’d foment over our heads, and the bones of our children, born and unborn alike.

In many ways, we’ve known this all along.

And yet, the farther we’ve got in the Information War, the Mind War and the Shadow War—disparate names that form a fractal that more closely approximates the truth of it all—that makes up that spiritual, cognitive and sometimes-actual journey, the more frequent the reminders come that the dark truths that nest within the System of Systems also represent the shimmering gemstones of awakening that heralded the advent of the Second American Revolution … that heralded the coming of each and all of us.

And make no mistake, that is what we find ourselves in the midst of in this time and place.

Whether you’re examining the Net Effects of the latest Mass Psychological Deployment by one side or the other on the Game Theory Game Board, delving into the latest scandal to emerge from the unmasked ‘elite’ as patriots render them stark and exposed in the public eye through a combination of Narrative and Legal Exposure and Disclosure, or ruminating on the moral questions inherent in the recognition of evil and its continued existence amidst the sleeping spell our fellows remain caught firm within, this Revolution may be peaceful, and—contrary to the popular saying—it may in fact be televised … but it will also be lasting.

So long as we embrace the periodic reminders served up by ghosts in the media machine along with glowing nodes in a vast, interconnected network of sovereign minds, as well as the divine brilliance of serendipity as to what it’s all about. What it’s always been about.

And if my own journey into this awakening mirrors that of many of the minds reading these words today, then I’m not the only one out there who’s been catching signs others might see as fireflies in the yard more as comets streaking across a world-ending sky; not our world, but [theirs,] as the crumbling edifices of their criminal empire mark the precursor to a new dawn whose light we have not so much come upon through an arduous trek, but rather beckoned along so that it might pierce the heavy, laden lids of those not blessed or cursed with the same drive and insight that infects, afflicts and adorns the mind of the anti-collectivist collective known as Anons.

Anons.

Glowing nodes within a once-suffocating darkness, which now resembles a glittering web of awakening. Nodes whose initial flame was either sparked or else stoked by a shooting star of hope that heralded the beginnings of a storm whose waves reached shore long before its howling winds, lashing rains and the restorative reckoning we once trembled in anticipation of with anxiety, and now do so with excitement.

A sun around whose illuminating light the beginnings of the awakening orbited before spinning out, sparking the birth of galaxies of awareness all their own. The center point of a movement with as many names as persuasions, origins as missions, hearts as minds.

A node. A star. A sun.

A hope named Q.

And before that hope can be fully recognized and embraced, so its antithesis must be known, accounted for and summarily, soundly rejected, and routed from the shores of the collective human experience we once wandered, and now patrol. Woe be unto those who would seek to hide from the light we’ve been entrusted to shine. That we’ve taken, not to covet, but to shepherd and to share.

This rejection of the System of Lies and unTruths is a process each of us have or are going through even now, as we attempt to catch fresh tinder within the Collective Mind we yearn to wake, even as we seek to shield it from the trauma of having done so.

I was ‘awake’ before 2017 and the advent of Q, in a manner of speaking.

Awake enough to recognize the liar’s sleep that most of us—all of us—are born into. Aware enough to understand the sins I bore through the ignorance I felt as a heavy shroud and yet, whose yoke I couldn’t quite shake out of the malaise of illusion the powers that would be had spread like pestilence over the waking world of their dominion.

I remember the sensation, not always apparent, but ever-present which recalled the existential paralysis that would overtake me as a youth, when I would pass through the veil of sleep and re-enter the waking world trailing images—more so—suffocating feelings of dread anxiety into the reforming real—an affliction I no longer bear, but remember well.

And how many of us have been jarred or shaken roughly into waking before falling back, perhaps willingly into the grips of sweet ignorance, only to recognize that the sparked mind, much like the struck match can never strip its scorchmarks and ashen skin? How many of us pretended to prefer to dream along with the others, squeezed our eyelids shut tightly so that the monsters beneath the bed—now made real—might let us be a while longer, so they might continue to torment the innocent we pretended not to hear?

How many of us mistook knowledge for wisdom before the arrival of Q? How many mistook cynicism for clarity? Curiosity for bravery?

How many of us adopted the Doomer’s Refrain quite by accident, and converted the recognition of lies into the diffusion of sin onto the hated sleepers … onto everyone else, but never ourselves, because we knew better?

The reason I rail against Doomers in our midst—the worst of the Wolves because they betray not for wealth or fame, but due to the earnest failings of their own hearts—is because I used to be one.

I used to recognize the lies of the enemy matrix, at least in the Macro. I saw the sins of [their] empire laid bare. I knew enough to know that I knew very little, and I felt powerless because I did nothing to become powerful. I grew bitter to combat bitterness, and angry to combat hatred. I scorned in defense of being scorned, and I retreated in disgust at the cowardice I recognized in the world around me—in the people—without taking responsibility for its presence in myself.

I could tell you ‘What’ changed to put me on a path toward the logic-based positivity I created this publication—this name, and whatever goes along with it—to attempt to spread, and that ‘What’ was largely spawned by Q, but I’ve always found the ‘Why’ to be the more compelling story, and we are, after all, in a War of Stories.

If those reading these words know the ‘What’ of Q, then, what is the Why of Q?

As I often say around these parts, sometimes the answer lies within the question itself, and Q was—is—nothing if not a central question, one that recalls the great, mythic mysteries of the modern age, from Neo’s awakening in The Matrix to Alice’s journey down the rabbit hole.

What is the nature of our world?

And perhaps more importantly.

Why?

That said, it wasn’t solely the questions themselves that were responsible for the viral, exponential and somewhat ethereal spread of the Q Op. After all, while the right questions have the power to spark minds for the first time while reigniting cooled, dormant blazes within others, fires burn out without the fuel to sustain them, especially within those whose wicks had already run—within those the Q Op was designed to strike first, and strike hardest and hottest, that being the heterodox, beautiful paradox of the Anons.

No. It wasn’t the questions that sustained and transformed a curiosity into a philosophy, a mystery into a mission; it was the hope underlying them. The outlook. The end, communicated to us at the beginning, and whose broad outline comes clearer with each passing day, like the prow of a ghostly ship breaking the thick of fog, its sails still obscured with billows of cotton, canvas and mist. Lies covering truth, but whose shape is unmistakable if you know it’s coming.

Throughout the vastness of mapping the System of Systems that is the Globalist, Satanic Deep State Cabal, the complexities of starting on a path to learning Fifth-Generation Warfare so that we might do more than read the memories of the great battle on the ocean of our consciousness as its reflections reach the shore through shimmering ripples, and the spiritual intricacies of the unseen realm rendered just a bit more real with each passing day in this era, the same hope that made up the core of Donald Trump’s inexplicable and yet, inevitable appeal to the American heart is the same bright destiny that gripped the zeal of the overactive and underused Anon hivemind.

That is and was the brilliance of the Q Op, even if it was just the beginning of its central purpose.

As a very public figure said last week, there is no ‘QAnon;’ there is Q, and there are Anons. There are questions, and so, there must be answers, as the latter cannot be arrived at without the directed, discerning wings of the former to bear them hence.

As my good friend and peer 

Chris Paul

 is fond of saying, there are few feelings that rival “the joy of having been wrong.”

And after the darkness of despair many of us experienced upon those early revelations of the Q drops—revelations the sleepers are only just beginning to be confronted with the ghostly outlines of—and the anger it called up, we have had the honor, the privilege and the great responsibility to experience the joy of having been wrong with frequency, and with a fortitude that will help us prepare the way for those who follow.

More so than an observation, that epiphany isn’t just representative of the truth the Great Awakening process imprints onto those it touches, but rather marks a philosophical shift in framing the very questions that sparked said awakening in the first place.

After all, how is one to recognize the light without the darkness that makes up its edges, frames it and thus, gives it meaning?

What is light in a canvas made of itself?

A blanket of bright, like a blinding sun with no horizon to carve from the edges of the world, or a canvas upon which to paint the colors it would birth in order to define itself.

It has been said that, when one stares into the abyss, one must take care, lest the abyss stare back. And that truth hits hard to those who’ve wandered the darkest paths of the Info War for years, as the Darkest Path is also the first one many of us took back then, which was simultaneously the most difficult course, and the one we were least prepared to take.

And yet, with the benefit of the hindsight we mistook for foresight at the time, and with all the many joys we’ve experienced cataloguing and exorcising the many wrongs we once held in our awakening psyches, I now believe that jarring, traumatic trek into the wandering ways of the void was quite the point—a feature of both the Q Op and the Great Awakening it helped to usher in, and not a bug.

After all, while many of us stumbled upon those prescient, fateful questions by mistake—or were guided by unseen hands—the choice to follow them to their logical, paradigm-shattering endpoints was entirely each and all of ours.

The Darkest Path was a path we chose to walk, partly out of the inherent curiosity that makes up those predisposed to the life of the Anon, partly out of heterodox rebellion against the status quo and yet, I would posit and confidently guess, more so because we felt a pull to the questions in the first place, and a responsibility in light of the answers.

But then, I suppose there are still some toiling among us who believe in coincidence, and accident, despite the revealed designs of our collectivist enemy and their undoing.

Which brings us to the point of this piece.

In recent pieces, such as ‘Crisis Cascade’ and ‘Crisis Convergence,’ I have laid out a general—and far from exhaustive—framework that defines the System of Systems to me. This framework, breaking the Deep State into pillars ranging from the Financial and Political to the Cultural and Clandestine is a veneer of complexity that obscures a rather simple truth, and that is that what binds the System together is shared sin, and the leverage that implies—first over one another, and through that bound and trapped immorality, and the temporary power it affords—dominion over us, the would-be sovereigns of the world.

That said, there are signs every hour of each day that the System of Systems has grown ragged and weary. From the ongoing failure of woke corporations and the continued backlash against subversive ideology of every sick, twisted persuasion, to the sheer idiocy on display on the political world stage—a puppet show whose Net Effects are serving the Great Awakening, for a change—the Deep State has never been so revealed to a greater plurality of the American people than in this time.

And the true Crisis Cascade that will ultimately take the Deep State down in the Actual realm and not simply the Potential one—that involving everything from what many Anons believe will be the largest criminal conspiracy (RICO) case ever brought to court, international committees, New Nurembergs and the ramifications for the Biblical flood of Disclosure to emerge from the Media, Military and Medical industrial complexes, as well as the exposure of the true Deep State, the subversive rot in the heart of the U.S. and international Administrative State itself—comes back around to the original secret their false world was built in order to keep, and that we exist in order to expose.

Sound of Freedom is currently clogging the cognitive airwaves of the Info War in all the best ways, but it’s simply the latest in an accelerating and intensifying series of Narrative Whiplashes regarding the very ‘Crimes Against Children’ truth this formerly-disparate, uncooperative community of Truthers, Anons and Citizen Journalists coalesced and unified in order to expose.

The fact that the independent film, which explores the Child Sex Trafficking epidemic in a fashion most Americans are completely unexposed to on the back of its continued embarrassment of Disney’s cascade of box office and fiscal failures, and in spite of the entertainment conglomerate’s attempts to shelve the film indefinitely when they held the distribution rights to it, is so utterly, righteously perfect, the sheer magnitude and impossibility of the congruent success of the one and failure of the other beggars belief, and renders attempts to dismiss the connection inane and expository on their own misplaced merits.

As I said on Truth Social:

I refer to this resurfacing of the Darkest Path—and other ongoing truths and theories ubiquitous with the Truth Community and the Q Op—as the ‘Shark Fin Template,’ which posits that the most important revelations to emerge as part and parcel to the Great Awakening continue to break the surface of the roiling waters of the Info War with increasing frequency, until such a time as Justice is actualized for the imprinted, solidified wrongs against humankind.

These Crises [to them,] represented by parallel Narrative & Actual, Legal Deployments regarding Allison Mack, Keith Reniere and NXIVM, sex crimes at CNN and the BBC, Larry Nassar’s current plight in a Florida prison, Jeffrey Epstein’s ubiquity within every elite walk of shadowed life, from the central bankers to Big Tech and even the slow re-emergence of the Podestas, Clintons and Haiti back in the Story the Collective Mind is absorbing absent its conscious will, provide near-constant reminders of the inevitability of Justice, which is never early, nor late, but rather arrives precisely when it means to.

And I believe the resurfacing of these Stories—particularly, of these characters—is our most apparent signal that there are indeed ghosts within the media machine, and that these ghosts work for the side of the light.

More so than the re-emergence of these Narratives, however, the Media Industrial Complex’s denials and employment of what I refer to as ‘Overton’s Goalpost’ regarding their veracity is perhaps the most damaging development for the anonymity these ‘protectors’ and enablers of the Deep State’s predilections once enjoyed.

The Narrative-setters in the Deep State’s direct employ, as well as those orbiting their system of immorality and debauchery are now bound in the Ouroboros pattern that can only result in their exposure to the waking collective of humanity, and the wrath that will come along with it.

So, when you see the Media Industrial Complex going out of its way to cast child trafficking itself as the conspiracy theory and those who lead its exposure cultists and miscreants, remember that ‘Guardians of the Pedophiles’ isn’t some conspiracy-addled fever dream.

They’ve been in the shadows, and now they’re being forced—they’re forcing themselves—into the light of our directed minds, and for things born of and in the dark, that isn’t an especially good place to be.

We in this community don’t exist to spread the truth. Not any longer. That part of the tale is done, and the enemy has picked up the baton from us in their seething, spitting desperation. They will germinate the seeds of awakening we planted some time ago with their immolative attempts to obscure them, and we will be here to be the frame and support upon which those fresh green chutes and curling, fragile, eager creepers of curiosity climb, and whose buds and blossoms will begin to move through the colors of awakening each of us went through in a different time, and through harder earth.

Mapping began long ago. Perhaps far longer than we’ll ever truly know.

Amidst the financial, political, cultural and clandestine, the Darkest Path is the foundation of the dark world they would have us inherit. It is what the System of Systems was erected to protect, and it is what the Sovereign Alliance—and what each of us and those who join us in the brightening sun—was called to tear down.

The sheer magnitude of the current Crisis Cascade afflicting the one secret they wish we’d leave alone, and the one they can least afford being dragged into the light is a breakthrough of encouragement that, where it concerns the Info War, the Mind War and the Great Awakening, things can turn very slowly, and then all at once.

Just as Epstein and Maxwell were two key nodes in a larger network of evil masquerading as unelected lordship, each revealed piece of filth carries with it its own story, which will water the well of awakening within its own mind in the loosening bedrock around us. After all, it is only through confronting the greatest sins that we might hope to reconcile the past they poisoned with the future we hope to build.

Revelation, much like epiphany is not a gradual process, but immediate, even if the path there is choked with trials, trails and tribulations, forded rivers, gnarled roots and earthen slides that slowed the climb to the summit. This climb, for all its hellish, callused intricacies is quickly forgotten, and melts away when the last staggered steps onto the plateau become the first in a new world, and when the whole comes into view, vast and stunning and present.

What are we here for, then?

In the end, it’s up to each of us to answer that question. That said, sometimes we get a helping hand. Sometimes the simulation winks at us. Sometimes God breaks through.

Sometimes the truth heralds itself.

Our beginning will mark their ending. It already has. It already did.

The reckoning is long overdue, and the storm is coming.

Because it was always about the children.

We’re all of us in a Mind War. We were born into it. Molded in it. The difference is, you and I know it. Which gives us a responsibility. There’s no putting the genie of awakening back in the bottle. But that truth goes both ways. That burden of knowledge whose weight we share is the millstone around [their] collective necks.

And if the more subtle Tolkien nods throughout this piece weren’t quite enough, I’ll end with one I’ve only slightly modified, intoned by King Theoden of Rohan unto the breaking of the world, and the last ride of the Rohirrim:

“Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And [their] world’s ending.”

Until next time, stay Positive, stay Based and most importantly … stay Bright.

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Review: Ruthless

Synopsis:

For years scandal has rocked Rosewood, Pennsylvania - and high school seniors Aria, Emily, Hanna, and Spencer have always been at the center of the drama. They've lost friends, been targeted by a ruthless stalker named A, and narrowly escaped death. And it's not over yet.

Aria's love life is on the fritz. Emily's exploring her wild side. Hanna's kissing the enemy. And someone from Spencer's past - someone she never thought she'd see again - is back to haunt her.

But none of that compares to what happened last spring break. It's their darkest secret yet, and guess who found out? Now A is determined to make them pay for their crime, and the only thing scarier than A is the fear that maybe, just maybe, they deserve what's coming to them.

Plot:

Emily and Aria have gotten into the ritual of nightly phone calls. They see how the other is making out, heard from A, or the latest post on the RIP Tabitha Facebook page. Where the two girls were not friends, they were becoming closer, relying on each other to get them through their hard spots - Noel breaking up with Aria and Emily losing yet another friend. Heartbroken and forced to watch Kaludia flirt with Noel at school, Aria does what any rational girl does: calls up an ex and tries to fill that Noel-shaped hole in her heart with someone who actually likes literature and poetry. When Emily loses another friend, her sister's home for a college break has her break out of her shell with a Bad Girl’s Bucket List and makes her fall into a fast friendship with Kay. This girl has a similar lousy summer to Emily’s, as Kay is short for Kelsey, the girl Spencer ruined last summer. Seeing a connection, Spencer is first to jump on the Kelsey is A ship, leaving Emily to defend the new girl from the other liars. Spencer is already on the rocks as her spot in Princeton relies on a stellar performance in the play Macbeth, where Spencer stars as Lady Macbeth. To complete her method of acting, Spencer relies on her emotion of helping her friends cover up the death of Tabitha to relate to her character, so much so that, like Lady Macbeth, Spencer goes a little crazy near the end. Where Hanna is staying out of the A drama revolves and opts into trying to become her father’s favorite girl again. Helping him on his campaign, Hanna meets cute boy Liam, who checks off all Hanna’s boxes for a perfect guy. This love can be considered as forbidden as Aria and Ezra’s. Hanna has to choose between the boy she loves and the family she wants to be apart from.

Thoughts:

Like the last book of the series, Shepard gives us tiny drama and saves the life-changing ones for later in the series. Where to compare to book 9 in the series, Ruthless did have a bit more series changing plot line with the girls beginning to again point fingers at who could be A, giving Kelsey an ending, and clear up on some of the summer adventures the girls have that book 9 also hinted at but did not give in details, specifically with Spencer and Kelsey. This novel though, is simply an unnecessary book. You are beginning to see Shepard run out of plot for the liars, giving us this little drama of Hanna dating a boy she should not be, compared to previous books like when she had Aria kill Tabitha. The most exciting aspect that this novel offered was  the Kelsey storyline, which was not very interesting. Pretty much contains itself to this one story and will most likely not impact the series plot besides knowing Spencer will mow anyone down on her way to power (but we already knew that). Worst character? Honestly hard one because no one really did anything in this novel, but I will give it to Spencer for playing herself as the victim of Kelsey when in reality Kelsey is the victim and Spencer is the villain, plus Shepard’s stunt at trying to give Spencer a new love interest falls entirely on its face as it was based on Spencer spending more than 5 minutes with this character alone. The best character, I’ll throw Hanna a bone as she is trying to get her life together. Where she was shady in the end, it is understandable that Hanna tabloids are like the gospel for her. Where it was nice to see the girls use their A suspect list again, despite Emily still thinking Ali is alive, I just wish for some more series lasting drama, as compared to the end of the 9th book, the only character's life to have genuinely changed would be Hanna’s. Still, even that was so last minute in this novel. With the series continuing on (six more books to go), I hope Shepard gets their act together, starts raising that body count, and gives up some final drama that will shape the whole series.

A Suspects:

The concept of the novel is our four girls trying to find out who A is, thus I thought it would be fun to keep a suspect list to see how many people Shepard writes for the girls to at one point suspect and by whom. So here is the list for book #10:

Kelsey by Spencer

Alison by Emily

Body Count

As Shepard keeps killing people off, I think it would be a good idea to keep track of who died, but without spoiling the ending of the current book, as her habit is killing them off with two chapters to go. So here is the list of the dead for the previous book #9:

Jenna, Ian, Mona, Toby, Courtney and Tabitha

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strebcr

"Every good mad scientist needs a creation, riiiiiiight!? Personally I think you'd make a great Frankenstein's monster!? I've made soooooo many great props this year!! I even found an old Chuckie Cheese animatronic at the dump. With the help of a friend I made at the new food truck job I'm working at, we made that thing look horrifying! This year is gonna top that hyper realistic brain I made with hamburger meat and jello I made two years ago." That brain looked so realistic someone called the cops, it was still a crowing achievement for Streber! Last year was shitty for A LOT of reasons, but as anxious as Streber was he was also excited for this year! For obvious reasons they couldn't rent out the old house they used to use for the haunted house each year. But that's okay! The new haunted house for it's first year was gonna be better then ever, with the help of Streber's new and old friends. He had extra determination this year. "T-Though you don't have to do this with me if your not comfortable doing it, especially after last year. You're the one who found me like that…That's what Leon told me at least. I care about you so much and your feelings matter to me a lot, you know that right? You mean the world to me and more, As hard as things have been on me, you've been through a lot too. If you don't feel comfortabel you don't have to do this with me just for my sake. More then anything I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. I want you to do what makes you feel happy and safe, okay? I-I know you can more then handle yourself but I worry about you as much as you worry about me, ya know? If you don't feel comfortable you don't have to do this. I'll more then understand." Streber said softly as he took Ethan's hands into one of his own. Even now Ethan's hands always seemed so much bigger then Streber's. Yet, they were warm hands, gentle hands, hands that Streber has trusted since he was a teenager. The hands of one of Streber's closest and dearest friends.

[ The dark-haired man's smile that rarely left gradually transformed into a frown once he started hearing the second half of what Streber was saying. Not that he was uncomfortable at what he was saying, but more so he was astonished to hear something both considerate and…upsetting. At least to him in the grand context of things–the two of them have been friends for years, seemingly tied to the hip so much so that when graduating high school, they planned to go to the same college so they wouldn't be alone. They hung out on a daily basis, if not in person, then over text and over the phone. They knew everything about each other, shared the tastiest snacks, the darkest secrets and the most ambitious dreams with one another–everything and anything. They truly were each other’s worlds.

Imagine the horror on Ethan’s face when he came rushing after hearing screams too realistic, only to see his best friend on the ground, blood everywhere and his own terrified expression scarred onto his face.

A lot occurred that day that labeled it more than just a tragedy. Ethan is usually a relaxed person, and while he has his own grievances with the world, they pale in comparison with what he felt then. On that day, he discovered true ire to see someone he cared significantly about, and his love showed without a doubt in those deep brown eyes of his. He stayed in the hospital as long as he could, even taking off days of work to be there with his friend while he was recovering. Everyone would regret something in that situation, and although he was only a bystander, his regret was not being fast enough to do something–anything to save Streber. ]

[ The affectionate touch, he wasn’t quite used to that level of it, but it wasn’t exactly opposed to it. His heart ached at the revelation, and he furrowed his eyebrows before he opened his mouth to speak out his accurate feelings on the matter. ]

“Streber…” [ he uttered softly, his larger hands making sure to be gentle when squeezing the other man’s in response. ] “…You know I’d do anythin’ for you. Anythin’.” [ The worry was appreciated, but… ] “It’s fun doin’ the holiday with you, why would I stop?” [ he tilted his head. ] “Besides, if anythin’ happens again this time, I am more than ready and able to fight back.” [ At least then he would get a chance to protect a loved one, unlike last year. ] “I’m not leavin’ you alone…” [ Not again. ]