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celiamae99 · 1 month

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Series

I am currently writing two series.

the first is for Pretty Little Liars

OC is one of The Liars

She is particularly close to Hanna

She starts off in a relationship with Noel but it will soon transfer to Jason and then Mike and then probably back to Jason

This will cover trauma (PTSD, lying, stalking, sexual assault, underage sex, anxiety, depression, underage drinking, bullying, substance abuse, other mental health challenges, violence, murder, etc.)

the second is for Outer Banks

OC is John B's sister

She and John B have the same Dad but not the same Mom

She's best friends with Kiara

Kiara and JJ probably won't have a thing at all

This will also cover trauma (including but not limited to: physical abuse, mental abuse, sexual assault, anxiety, depression, underage drinking, underage sex, underage smoking (weed and tobacco), bullying, substance abuse, other mental health challenges, violence, murder, etc.)

Slow burn, but eventually JJ X OC

both will be posted to my wattpad account too. i will post the link at a later date.

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 5 years

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Imagine nol Khan constantly flirting with the reader

(A/N): I love Noel so much! Thank you for requesting him, hun

It was a hot summer day when you’ve decided to go out to buy some ice cream. You were so tired of dying inside your house, having passed half an hour in front of an opened freezer to try and stop the sweat from pouring out of your body. It didn’t help that the AC’s in your house doesn’t work, so when the childish idea of buying some ice cream in a shop in town came to your mind, you didn’t wait to act on it.

So here you are now, landing your back against one of the shadowed buildings in Rosewood as you’re savoring your (f/flavor) ice cream cone, though you can’t really take your time because of the heat. You were halfway through your dessert when you felt a presence beside you, your eyes turning towards only to see-

“Can’t handle the heat well, (Y/N)?” Noel’s smile stretches out as he looks at your ice cream before he looks into your (e/c) eyes. “Thought you’d be used to it by now, seeing how gorgeously hot you are.”

You playfully roll your eyes to him, a small smile on your face. “Hello to you, Noel.”

“Hi.” He presses his left side against the wall beside you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thought you were staying home to study this weekend.”

“With this heat? No way.” You let out a chuckle that ends with a sigh. “Our AC’s broken until tomorrow. I thought I could use some… refreshment.”

“I see. Oh, wait-” He points at the corner of his mouth, a playful glint passing through his eyes. “-you’ve got something there.”

“Hm?” You try to wipe away the ice cream he spotted, the boy letting out a laugh. “What?”

“That’s the wrong corner.” He reaches towards your face with his hands. “Here, I’ll get it for you.”

“Oh, th-” You freeze when you feel tongue lick the ice cream away from your skin, your eyes going wide in shock while the heat seems to get worse onto your cheeks. “-anks.”

“You’re welcome.” He gives out another chuckle, a little awkward this time as he hides his hands inside his jean’s pockets. “Look, um… I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I’ve been flirting with you for a while and you’ve never really given me an answer, so-”

“You’ve flirted with me every day for the past three years, Noel.” You rapidly blink, slowly coming back to reality. “You’ve been clear, I just… never knew if you were serious or not.”

“Oh, I’m serious. Trust me, I-” A smile appears on his lips for a second, the boy showing a little of his nervousness. “I’m really serious.”

You stare at him for a second, then smile. “Good.”

He slowly smiles back. “… good.” His eyes move to the ground beside your foot, his smile widening. “How about I buy you another one of these? To make you forgive me?”

You look down to see none other than you ice cream that you’ve apparently dropped on the ground, then a loud laugh escape from your throat.

“Yeah.” You put a strand of hair behind your ear, your smile turning to a sweet one. “I would love that.”

#pretty little liars #pretty little liars imagine #pretty little liars imagines #pretty little liars x reader #noel kahn #noel kahn imagine #noel kahn imagines #noel kahn x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert #request #requests

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imagineshere-forall · 6 years

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Jason Dilaurentis Imagine

Pairing: Jason Dilaurentis x Reader

Warnings: one use of the word f*cking

Word Count: 1075

Request: Hi, can it be that Jason Dilaurentis is jealous of Noel Kahn as the reader is spending a lot of time with him tauriqua

A/N I'm from England so I have no idea how being a lab partner works so just go with it.

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You and Jason had been dating a long time but it was never easy dating him as he was older than you, meaning you didn't go to school together. You weren't constantly being hit on, but being a part of Ali's clique you were somehow always in the spotlight.

As you arrived into your biology class you could see students were all crowded around a list. You quickly remembered that this week marked the start of partner projects. With your small body you were able to push your way to the front, although you sort of had wished you didn't. As your eyes descended down the list you could see all your friends being paired up together, and you already knew you wouldn't be with any of your friends.

Aria Montgomery & Spencer Hastings

Hanna Montgomery & Sean Ackard

Alison Dilaurentis & Emily Fields

Y/N Y/L/N & Noel Kahn

Before you and Jason, you and Noel had a sort of on and off again relationship, and it had been awkward ever since. You slowly turned round to be met with a smirking Noel behind you. You just sighed and sat followed Noel to the desk.

As your teacher droned on about the projects you just began to daydream staring out the window, trying your best to avoid the awkward tension between you and your ex-boyfriend who seemed to be on top of the world at the thought of being partnered with you.

Of course, being lab partners meant you guys had to spend lots of time together. In the semester you had to complete numerous experiments and evaluations.

For as long as you could, you had avoided doing the lab projects as you'd rather spend time with Jason, you still contributed work but tried your hardest to avoid Noel.

Two weeks before the end of the semester you were called into the office of your biology teacher.

"Y/N it has come to my attention that you're not contributing as much work to the project as Mr. Kahn" the teacher spoke trying to be as professional as possible. You knew full well he is only doing this as Noel's parents donate a lot of money to the school.

"I'm still doing the work sir, just not with Noel and sending him my results," the teacher did not seem impressed with your response. He just droned on about how you need to learn to work together despite your differences.

As you exited the office of the biology teacher, you went straight into someone's chest, a common occurrence due to your small height. You looked up and saw Noel smirking once again.

"Do you want a lift to mine?" the smugness in his voice made you roll your eyes.

While Noel was driving you got your phone out and messaged Jason

Gonna have to take a rain check tonight, got stuck at school, sorry babe

You got a reply reasonably quickly

That's okay, see you tomorrow <3

You smiled at your phone, loving how understanding Jason could be. Noel looked over at you as he was driving.

"You okay?" he said smirking at you

"Just telling my boyfriend that we have to take a rain check," you spoke bitterly. After the messy break up between you two, you had never been able to be just friends again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he spoke, he seemed to be at a loss of words. He hadn't expected you to move on so soon.

"It doesn't matter, lets just get this project over with"

After the long journey out of town to Noel's luxurious house, you walked in, still too familiar with the layout getting yourself a drink.

You guys had finally finished your work and and Noel drove you home. This was the pattern for over a week and a half. You had to keep cancelling dates with Jason.

On this day when you got home Jason was sat outside your house, it looked like he had just arrived as he just sat down as you pulled up.

"Thanks for the ride," you smiled as you got out the car rushing towards Jason being engulfed in his arms.

Jason looked behind you seeing Noel's car pull away, his jaw instantly clenching.

"Have you been spending all this time with him?" he said, trying his best not to sound jealous. You just nodded in response as your head was buried in his chest.

You took Jason inside and you sat and watched some films on your sofa. You couldn't help but notice how tense Jason was as you were curled up together. Leaning forward you paused the TV and turned round in Jason's lap so you were facing him. He looked up at you and rest his hands on your thighs which were either side of his legs.

"What's up, you've been in a grump since Noel dropped me off?" you questioned, playing with his fingers that were resting on your thighs.

"Nothing," he spoke, with a straight face. It all began to click in your head, he had been like this since Noel had dropped you off.

"Are you jealous of Noel?" you spoke smirking, his jaw just clenched in response. You knew you had hit the nail on the head.

"Babe, you have nothing to be jealous of," you reassured him

"It's just frustrating, you guys go to school together, I'm older than you and we get funny looks when we go out on dates. It's only a matter of time before you find someone your own age." He spoke, not making eye contact.

"First off, you're making yourself sound like an old man, you're only 4 years older than me," you said smiling, holding his hands tightly. "Second, I wouldn't be with you if I didn't think I really loved you,"

His eyes lit up at the last part of your sentence. He took his hand from yours and rested them on the top of your thighs, slightly on your bum. He smiled and leant up to kiss you.

"I love you so fucking much Y/N Y/L/N"

#pretty little liars #pretty little liars imagines #jason dilaurentis #jason dilaurentis imagine #noel kahn #noel kahn imagine #pretty little liars smut #pretty little liars fluff

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mxltifandom-imagines · 7 years

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♡ CRACKSHIP ♡ — Noel Kahn (Brant Daugherty) + Octavia Blake (Marie Avgeropoulos)

“You think attention is love, and that’s why you suffer so deeply.”

#noel kahn #noel kahn imagine #marie avgeropoulos #octavia blake #octavia blake imagine #brant daughtery #pretty little liars #pll #the 100

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fantasyshows · 7 years

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Requested By Anonymous

The medic wrapped the knife wound on your arm. It was a small cut no stitches were needed and you didn’t want to go to the hospital. You thanked them before leaving. Noel walked up to you his hand in his pockets.

“Hey listen I just wanted to say-”You cut Nolan off.

“I know Nolan I won't tell them what actually happened I've dealt with A before” You checked your phone seeing if you got any messages from A or the girls.

“No, i wanted to say thank you” Nolan opened his mouth trying to put what he wanted to say in words. “I-I don’t know what would've happened if you didn't save me”

“You’d be dead and A wouldn’t have a witness” You snapped. Nolan put his head down upset. Even though you were mad you felt bad.

“Nolan, you knew how dangerous he was why did you risk it?”

“Is being dumb a good answer?” You smiled punching his shoulder.

“I think it’s a good one” You left when the cops started questioning people.You stopped turning to Nolan. “You're welcome Nolan”

Request Are Open

#Noel Kahn #Noel Kahn imagine #pretty little liars #pretty little liars imagine #imagines

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angelzrose · 3 years

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Mobile Masterlist

Welcome to my mobile masterlist! Here you’ll find the list of celebs and fandoms I write for. If you’d like a specific imagine, preference, or drabble, feel free to send in your request.

*Note: I don’t write any NSFW or smut stuff, so please don’t ask.

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thinless · 2 years

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ok I know I've never used this blog to rant about anything else other than my hatred for myself so I apologize in advance to my followers but like

when pll was airing (spoilers ahead) I watched that shit from beginning to end, I never missed an episode, in my teenagehood I was absolutely obsessed with this show lmao.. but I have to ask.. were we all stupid??? 🤣 I LOVE THE SHOW but I'm rewatching it again as an adult and I'm realizing just how much I disregarded back in the day

like jennas life is saved from being burned alive and for a second jennas grateful about it and then she goes right back to becoming noel kahns evil partner who just sit around harassing the girls and literally helping noel *prank* the girls into thinking noel is actually DYING on this halloween train..

also don't understand how I ever shipped ezra and aria so hard. the dude is a fucking creep watching it back.. like knowing now that he was with alison as a minor and knew who aria was and proceeded to pretend to be *shocked* to have her as his student in the beginning I... whyyyyy did we loveeee thissss

I legit remember ezra/aria being one of the main ships people ADORED and the writers did them soooooo dirty omg

also aria should've been A

can you imagine how iconic that ending would've been

people would've lost their MINDS 😔💔

and today everyone would talk about how much they love it

and can we put some respect on my girl emily. shes poisoned by A and HOSPITALIZED because of it, she has her house crashed into and ruined, paige tries drowning her, mayas stalker almost kills her, her first love maya is KILLED and she's the ONLY one of the main 4 girls who loses a main love interest like that, and I'm sure there's more I don't even remember right now. poor girl 😔

ALSO this show went crazy with the minor/adult romantic relationships. we have aria and ezra, aria and jason, aria and that fucko young barista guy who was dating her mom and tried kissing her, spencer and wren, spencer and ian, jenna and garrett, alison and ezra like what is actually going ON???

ALSOOOOOO this show had the best halloween episodes 🎃

anyway I'm having a fantastic time revisiting this and I hate that we'll never get this type of prolonged absolute chaos again by writers who were clearly on one 😭

#pll #pretty little liars #don't mind meeeee!!!!!

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 5 years

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Mobile Masterlist: M-Z

Hi all, I finally finished my mobile masterlist! Because of how many fics I have, and tumblr’s funny rule about word count per post, I had to split it up into two parts. On this post, you will find all my fics and headcanons for characters whose first name starts with M-Z. The first part of my masterlist can be found here and in my description.

If any of the links are broken or not working, please let me know!!

Last updated: 18 June 2021

The Marauders:

Protective Brothers

Headcanons

Hospital Room

Distractions

Hogsmead

The First Transformation

What Comes Next?

Tell Her

Birthday Detention

Summerween Ball

Dancing Queen

Matt Murdock:

Headcanons

Christmas Tree

OTP Parent Meme

Here

Leaves

Self Defense

Merlin:

Stubborn

Mike Montgomery:

Weights and Lasagna

Cheating

Safe

Montgomery Scott:

Headcanons

Day Off

Napoleon Solo:

The Bodyguard

Natasha Romanoff:

White Wedding

Negan:

As You Wish

As You Wish, Part Two

As You Wish, Part Three

As You Wish, Part Four

As You Wish, Part Five

As You Wish, Part Six

As You Wish, Part Seven

Pumpkin Spice

Wrapping Paper

I Need You

Mistletoe

When You’re Gone

Neville Longbottom:

Seamus’s Sister Has Got it Going On

Hot in Herbology

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

No Bottle Necessary

Nick Amaro:

Headcanons

Halloween

Holiday Party

Proud

Morning After

There for You

Jealousy, Jealousy

Noel Kahn:

Biggest Mistake

Biggest Mistake, Part Two

Thunder

Thrilling

Homecoming

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Bad Decisions

Oliver Queen:

Join Us (Team Arrow Imagine)

Just Live

Surprise

Date Night

Oliver Wood:

Lessons

Olivia Benson:

Headcanons

Best Kept Secret

Padme Amidala:

Who Tells Your Story

Pavel Chekov:

Headcanons

Cozy Night In

Ghost Stories

Strip Poker

Peter Hale:

Usually

Peter Pan:

Touch

Peter Parker:

First Date

I Love You and I Like You

I Love You and I Like You, Part Two

I Love You and I Like You, Part Three

I Love You and I Like You, Part Four

I Love You and I Like You, Part Five

I Love You and I Like You, Part Six

I Love You and I Like You, Part Seven

I Love You and I Like You, Part Eight

I Love You and I Like You, Part Nine

I Love You and I Like You, Part Ten

I Love You and I Like You, Part Eleven

I Love You and I Like You, Part Twelve

I Love You and I Like You, Part Thirteen

Aftermath (ILYAILY Chpt 14)

Revival (ILYAILY Chpt 15)

Headcanons

Volleyball

Be Alright

Cold

Satisfied

Tree Lighting

Mind At Work

Wrong Window

I’m a Homicidal Maniac, We Look Just Like Everyone Else

Snow Day

Save Me a Dance

Jump for Joy

Halloween

Famous Flame

Comfort Blanket

It’s Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus

Pietro Maximoff:

Secret

Tired Yet

Tired Yet, Part Two

Matching Halloween Costumes

Thanksgiving

Halloween Party

Meeting Your Family

☂ Ship

Tree Decorating

Skirt

Injury

Go To Sleep

Take My Hand

Competition

Protective

Telling Them

Office Surprise

Lessons

Bad Idea

Bet

Nightmares

Two Parties

Prank Wars

Jealousy

Side to Side

Headcanons

Flannel Shirt

What’d I Miss?

The Couple That Pranks Together

Pretend Boyfriend

Here We Go Again

Lay All Your Love on Me

Love Boat

Poe Dameron:

Jacket

Jacket, Part Two

☂ Ship

New Years

Return To Me (Old Version, All Chapters)

Return to Me (Rewrite, All Chapters)

Headcanons

Dreams

Cold

OTP Parents Meme

The Right Thing

First Snow

Hero

Home for Christmas

Love and War

Dreams Do Come True in Dagobah

Seven Times in the Shower

Quentin Lance:

Snowed In

Rafael Barba:

Just Yours, Chapter One

Just Yours, Chapter Two

Just Yours, Chapter Three

Just Yours, Chapter Four

Just Yours, Chapter Five

Just Yours, Chapter Six

Just Yours, Chapter Seven

Just Yours, Chapter Eight

Just Yours, Chapter Nine

Just Yours, Chapter Ten

Just Yours, Chapter Eleven

Just Yours, Chapter Twelve

Just Yours, Chapter Thirteen

Just Yours, Chapter Fourteen

Just Yours, Chapter Fifteen

Just Yours, Chapter Sixteen

Just Yours, Chapter Seventeen

Just Yours, Chapter Eighteen

Just Yours, Chapter Nineteen

Just Yours, Chapter Twenty

Just Yours, Chapter Twenty-One

Just Yours, Chapter Twenty-Two

Just Yours, Chapter Twenty-Three

Just Yours, Chapter Twenty-Four

Just Yours, Chapter Twenty-Five

Yours, Chapter One

Yours, Chapter Two

Yours, Chapter Three

Yours, Chapter Four

Pumpkin Spice

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Haunted House

Undercover

Stranded

Floral Shop

The Bar

Enough Time

OTP Parents Meme

Wine Tasting

Skipping Christmas

Chicken Nuggets

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

New Year

Take Your Time

Honey, Honey

Rafael Solano:

Holiday Shopping

Regina Mills:

Not Evil

Family

Headcanons

OTP Parents Meme

Bowling For Votes

Remus Lupin:

Just Friends

Headcanons

Rey:

Finally

Rick Grimes:

Repay You

Relationships

No One Else

Roan:

The Locket

Robb Stark:

Help

Help, Part Two

Snowball Fight

The Start

Falling For You

Nightingale

Last Christmas

Headcanons

Once, Twice, More

Robin Hood:

My Lady

My Lady, Part Two

Family

Not Good Enough

Ron Weasley:

Library

Worth It

Ronald Speirs:

Voulez-Vous

Ruby Lucas:

Stuck in Your Head

A Winter’s Ball

Sansa Stark:

Headcanons

Sam Wilson:

Greedy

Scott Lang:

Headcanons

Cowards

Scott McCall:

Corn Maze

Cozy Night In

Seamus Finnigan:

Blue Christmas

Headcanons

Shane Walsh:

Anywhere and Everywhere

Sonny Carisi:

Headcanons

Grilled Cheese

Comfort

Lawyers

Memories

Sexy Pants

Spencer Hastings:

X-Files

Spock:

Surprise

Dinner With Your Brother

Meeting

Headcanons

Star Trek:

Review (Friendship Pairing)

Steve Rogers:

Hydra’s Got Your Girl, Cap

Haunted House

Christmas Present

☂ Ship

Worth the Risk

Baby

Baby, Part Two

Baby, Part Three

Apple Pie

OTP Parents Meme

Countdown

Someday

Drive-In Movie

Christmas Candy

Gardens and Flannel Shirt

Headcanons

After Midnight

Suffering Too Terrible to Name

Stiles Stilinski:

Candy Caramel Apples

Scary Movies

Haunted House

Theon Greyjoy:

Headcanons

Thor:

Jealousy

Special Treatment

Worry

Mending

Trick or Treating

Strong

Hulk Isn’t the Only Green Monster

Thorin Oakenshield:

Romance Novels

Tony Stark:

Flannel Shirt

You Are Pretty Bad Ass

Press

Genius

Mission

Chemistry

One Time Thing

War

Insane

Leave Me Lonely

The World Turned Upside Down

A Christmas Carol

Mamma Mia!

Tormund Giantsbane:

Wild Thing

Wade Wilson:

Everyday

Wanda Maximoff:

Baking

Shopping

Sweet Seduction

Candy Corn

Zach Mitchell:

I’m Fine

Reunited

Good Enough

Cozy Night In

Miscellaneous:

Ships

Warm Sweaters - A Ronmione Fic

Pie - A Katniss x Peeta Fic

Don’t Listen to Her - Harry Stiles Fic

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abunchofcrazyweirdos · 5 years

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OOC:

If youre checking out my muses page: PLEASE Ignore my blank muses. I am redoing everything and it’s in the works. Here are my muses in case you’re wondering and would like to know who they are. I do have another page of muses that is perfectly alright. If you’re wondering who they’re FCs are I will let you know too.

Noah Puckerman: (S1-6 or college).

Jake Puckerman: Womanizer of McKinley High School. Dancer/Singer.

Mason McCarthy: Twin brother to his sister Madison. He wishes that she would let him live his own life. He’s a cheerleader and singer.

Kitty Wilde: Head Bitch in Charge, her role model is Quinn Fabray. In Glee and a cheerleader.

Derek Hough: Lives to have fun and dance. Professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars. Passionate, Dedicated, and joker.

Kevin Matheson: Video game programmer, nerd, diligent, resourceful and sensible.

Brian Kinney: CEO of Kinnetik and owner of Babylon night club. Self-made millionaire. He will often put his foot in his mouth, and say things without thinking

Riley Matthews: Ball of energy. Outgoing and Bubbly. Loves her family and friends. Will try something new even if she fails.

Lucas Friar: Moved from Texas to New York. Champion bull rider, compassionate, intelligent, noble, athletic and a gentleman.

College FC for Lucas

Farkle Minkus: Boy genius. Nerd. Loves school. The teachers pet and he rather be studying than out partying with friends.

Ashton Irwin: Drummer for 5SOS. Aussie Native. Singer. Punk rocker, passionate.

Calum Hood: Bass player for 5SOS. Singer, Adventurous, Aussie

Luke Hemmings: Lead Singer, Guitar player for 5SOS. Dedicated and Aussie.

Michael Clifford: Vocals and Guitar player for 5SOS. Aussie, Punk rocker, joker, shy at times.

Harry Styles: . ¼ of One Direction. Singer plays piano and guitar. Cheeky, lovable, Baby Tarzan and curly.

Louis Tomlinson: Joker. ¼ of One Direction. Singer. Guitar player and Piano.

Liam Payne: ¼ of One Direction. Beatboxer, Singer, Batman (secretly) and Daddy Directioner. Lovable.Adorable, Puppy.

Niall Horan: Food lover. ¼ of One Direction. Drums, Singer, Guitar, Piano.

Zayn Malik: A former member of One Direction. The rapper, Singer, Doing my own thing, the tattoo artist.

Alec Lightwood: Shadowhunter, reserved, logical, charming, imaginative. Don’t mess with him. Overly protective of his sister and loved ones.

Billy Nutter: Punk, protective, impulsive, devoted, uncertain and sassy.

Nikko or Hunter Clarington: Singer, bad boy, adventurous, passionate and lives life to the fullest.

Oliver Queen: Athletic. The Green Arrow. Independent, Strong, hard-headed, stubborn and will do anything to save his family and friends.

Ethan Snow: Hard headed, bad boy with a soft side. Once his mind his made up, that’s it. He won’t budge.

Trinity White: Sweet, lovable, warm, singer and a bookworm. Can be hardheaded at times.

Evie: She will always be in the library, or with a book in her hand. She is very driven and passionate. Very intelligent.

Felicity Smoak: Team Arrow. Graduate of MIT and a hacker.

Caitlin Snow: Bio-engineer for S.T.A.R. Labs. Easily hurt so she guards herself and her heart. Killer Frost

Steve Rogers or AKA Captain America. Kicking ass and taking names. Loves to have a good time and joke around.

Clint Barton or AKA Hawkeye. Sneaks up on you if you’re not careful. Will kick your ass if you get on his bad side.

Cisco Ramon: Mechanical Engineer at S.T.A.R Labs. Intelligent, joker, laid back and Vibe.

Clary Fray: Promising art student, intelligent, guarded. Shadowhunter

Cole Pendery: Member of IM5. Dorky, a child at heart and very lovable. Cuddly panda.

Jackson Whitmore: Cocky, competitive, has a lovable side to him. On the lacrosse and swim team. (Verse: Roy from Arrow as well)

Lindy Sampson: Born in Chicago now lives in New York City. Works at NYPD in the Cyber Crimes Division. Hacker, MIT Drop out. Quick to take the blame.

Tommy Calligan: NYPD Detective with the Cyber Crimes Division. New York City born and raised. Witty, Smart and tough.

Jake Bolin: Aussie born and raised but moved to New York for job. Lawyer. Has a temper and will snap easily.

Gabe Morales: Member of IM5. Bad Boy but lovable too. Cocky.

Iris West: Daughter to Joe West. Journalist, Graduate Student. Witty, Passionate, easily will defend friends and family. Brother: Wally West.

Jace Wayland: Determined, narcissistic, expert Shadowhunter.

Connor Walsh: Law Student. Sly, Sexy, Smart, Narcissistic

Veronica Mars: Private Eye. Will accept any job that is offered to her. Dedicated to her work, family, friends and partners.

Oliver Hampton: Computer Nerd and hacker. Falls in love easily. Has to learn how to guard his heart.

Logan Echolls: Known as the resident bad boy of Neptune. Does not apply himself, smart, sarcastic attitude,tough exterior but troubled inside.

Grace: Gentle. Kind. Positive outlook on life. Surfer. Sweet.

Mack: Leader. Smart. Confident. Determined. Surfer. Singer.

Aiden: Passionate. Driven. A leader. Smart. Hardheaded

Simon: Intelligent. Finds humor in any situation. Loyal. Vampire or Human

Izzy Lightwood: Kick ass. Comfortable in her body. Keeps people in check. Breaks rules, will speak her mind.

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Raphael: Well-dressed. Handsome. Protective.

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Lydia: Driven. Bad ass. Vulnerable. Harsh.

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Magnus Bane: High Warlock. Glitter. Perfection.

Jason: Mechanic (Motorcycles)

Josh: Tattoo Artist.

Neal: Informant for FBI.

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Jess Mariano: Writer. Smart. Witty. Hot-headed/Temper

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Logan Huntzberger: Smart. Charming. Flirty.

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Ty: Your typical bad boy.

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Tyler: Closeted gay. Foster child. Dad is MIA and Mom is sick.

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Jude Kinkade: Vice President of Devils Basketball team

Zero or Gideon: Member of the Devils Basketball team.

Noel Kahn: Your typical charming guy with a bad side. Throws wild parties.

Wyatt Casey: Outsider. Likes to keep to himself mostly.

Diego: FBI Agent.

Barry Allen or Sebastian Smythe: Singer, Forensic scientist and Student

Danny: Hockey Player.

Mickey

Ian

Chelsea

Ben

Deran

Andrew

Jughead.

Jay

Thomas

Stiles

Ethan

Derek

Theo

Liam Dunbar

Corey

Mason

Pol. Student.

Buck: Firefighter.

Ricky

Carlos

Aria

Marley Or Kara

Chris

Moose:

Cami:

Sean or Eddie:

Andie:

Blaine Anderson:

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spoiledhastings-blog · 6 years

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secret.

Dangerous.

It wasn’t a word most used when it came to Spencer, but she was almost sure that it was the first thing that came to mind when Caleb thought of her. She was towing a line that once crossed, couldn’t be undone. He wouldn’t be her first older man by any means, but outside of Ezra, he was definitely the most dangerous for her.

But he knew about it now. He was smarter than people gave him credit for, he knew how to read between the lines like she did. Her mother probably never breathed a word about the incident, but something she had said aligned with something Spencer had said, and Caleb -

Well, he’d put two and two together in a way most wouldn’t have.

And his computer skills - something he’d told her about when she first started visiting, when she asked about the new cameras and the security system he’d put up - she knew they were superior to anything The Pines had ever seen before.

He was superior to anything The Pines had ever seen before.

She had tried to do what he had asked when he tripped her up the first time; Noel Kahn had been after her for years, and the weight of rejection had been wearing her down. A joint shared between them, a lazy kiss, and soon enough she was laying beneath Noel as he tried to make her scream.

He didn’t exactly succeed.

Still, she used him for what she wanted. Once she had decided to give in to the inevitable, it seemed almost serendipitous; he was age appropriate, wildly popular, he’d help her get set up at the public school come summers end. And sure, maybe Spencer purposefully put herself in Caleb’s path while Noel and her fooled around on The Pines grounds, but she wasn’t intentionally trying to make herself known.

At least, not consciously.

But with Hanna as her BFF, she was still thinking about him. Constantly. Still in his house, all the time, passing by his doorway when she got up in the middle of the night for water, sitting next to him at the dinner table over homemade mac n’ cheese Mrs. Marin had picked up on the way home. And when they were around, Ashley and Hanna, Spencer acted as if nothing was happening. She made no inclination that she was attracted to Caleb, or that his rejection stung deeper than he might have known.

She was no fool. She knew they weren’t going to fall in love and live happily ever after. But maybe he was right too; her imagination got the best of her, and a part of her, a very small part she didn’t like acknowledging, wanted him. Not just his body, but his mind, his laughter, his insights.

And that was the most dangerous thing at all.

The night of Hanna’s party, she’d only meant to lose herself in Noel. Choosing Caleb’s room over the Kahn house across the street was just convenience, and she knew Hanna had a crush on the new kid Lucas, a tech geek not too much unlike her step father, minus the bad boy image Caleb still emanated. If Hanna wanted her room, far be it from Spencer to stop her.

He had shown up minutes before Noel noticed him. He could argue that it was moments, but it wasn’t; Spencer looked up over Noel’s shoulder and saw him, eyes drawn to her body. He couldn’t see much, she was sure, Noel covering most of her, but he could see her face; her lips, open in a moan, her eyes lidded and heavy as she felt an impending orgasm hit her faster than it would have normally. She wanted to come with him right there, she wanted to come for him - she had, of course, so many times. Just never with him knowing. Never with him right there.

It had been a crash in another room that seemed to startle all of them; Caleb asking them what the hell they were doing as Noel panicked, pulling free of Spencer and throwing her dress at her. She slipped it on over her, dipping to grab her underwear mere feet in front of Caleb, knowing his eyes were on her the entire time as she tugged them on under her dress.

“I wish it had been you,” she whispered, leaning on her toes to kiss his cheek, emboldened by the liquor she’d been drinking and the orgasm she’d been so cruelly denied. He didn’t say anything, though his back straightened as she walked past him. She wondered briefly if he wanted to follow her, to bring her back.

She would have let him drag her anywhere, without question.

The fight with Noel had barely registered on her radar; she was too drunk, too bored with him to care about why he was freaking out, to bother undressing again so he could get his while she whimpered in faux desire beneath him. She didn’t even invite him back to her house, taking the path that led behind every home in The Pines to her backyard from the tennis courts, her smile only returning at the name on her cell.

Caleb.

She wanted to pull away, she needed to pull away. For her sanity, for his, for her own self worth. He was toying with her, even without trying, and while she had the odds stacked against her with the others - Ian, Wren, Ezra - she’d never had to actively chase them. Not like this. They hadn’t denied her over and over, and one of them had been engaged to her own sister.

Caleb ignored her texts after awhile, but she could almost sense him. She went to her window, pulling back the curtains to see him there, just beyond the gate of her fence. Smoke billowing above him, staring right at her. She grinned, knowing this was her chance - not everything, not at once, but something. If he was going to break at all, they needed to make a step, take a risk.

She was almost certain he wouldn’t rebuff her after the night they’d had.

Her flip flops were next to the backdoor, and the summer air outside was stiffling, even in the middle of the night. The white satin of her pajamas clung to her skin, her feet covered in grass clippings and dew as she half jogged across the yard to him.

He couldn’t run. Not yet.

He was still there, putting out a cigarette with his foot and already fishing out another, Spencer’s stomach clenching tight as she shut the gate behind her. It was risky to be there, a camera angled towards her house, the main offices of the housing development only a few hundred feet away. Spencer had remembered when they’d gone up, how her mother had thrown a tantrum, claiming they were destroying their property value.

Spencer was so, so grateful to them now. Her room had the perfect view of Caleb’s office, and she could see him on his way to work every morning, passing by her back gate. Sometimes she swore he looked for her in her room. Sometimes she waited just for that.

“You came,” she whispered, taking the cigarette right out of his hand and taking a drag, his eyes focused on her mouth while he tried to formulate an answer.

“Spencer - “

“Caleb,” she said firmly, taking another step closer to him. Closer than they had been ever, really, her flip flops touching the edge of his sneakers, her chest nearly pressed against his. “I told you you don’t have to be scared.”

“I think I should be,” he admitted, and she just grinned at him, dropping the cigarette on the ground and making her move; he didn’t seem surprised, but she had never exactly been subtle with her desires. Her lips pressed against his, firm, slow, trying to work a reaction out of him, her nose brushed against his cheek, her heart beating erratically in her chest.

It seemed like a lifetime before he seemed to come to, but when he did it was like something snapped in him. His arms wound around her waist, pulling her closer, his tongue pressing against her teeth until she gasped, opening her mouth and feeling his tongue against her own. Her own fingers dragged through his hair, pulling him closer, her hips angled towards him as she pressed her chest into him.

For a minute, she was sure he had lost complete control; he grabbed her hips, hoisting her up around him, walking her backwards until her back hit the brick fence surrounding her yard. Her legs locked around his waist, and she could feel his hands under the white satin of her tank, trying to push the tiny shorts even higher. She knew if he wanted, he wouldn’t even have to remove a lick of clothing; he could fuck her just like this and she would love every minute of it.

But just as quickly as he seemed to cave, he backed away. Dropping her thighs, stepping back from her, his breath ragged and she knew in his jeans he was hard, that pulling away was the last thing he wanted. She stood there, chest heaving, teeth digging into her lower lip, waiting for him to decide.

To stay, just for a few hours, to succumb to what he wanted.

Or to leave, to walk away, as if he hadn’t already done the worst already.

He chose the latter, not even saying a word; he turned on his heel, fishing for the cigarettes in his back pocket, lighting one before he even hit the next door neighbors house. And Spencer watched him go, trailing down the path. If she chased him, would he give in? Or would he shove her away, call her a silly little girl?

Dangerous. The entire situation was for both of them; the last thing she wanted was to ruin the fun when she’d finally gotten a taste. Because now that she’d had his lips against hers, his hips locked between hers, his hands cupping her chest, she knew she needed more.

He’d break down eventually. She just had to wear him down.

#secret #para #sp

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soul-music-is-life · 7 years

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Thoughts While Watching PLL “A is For Answers”

1) Noel, you piece of human waste.

2) Hanna: “We’re just sitting here like geese.” Spencer: “…ducks.” Hanna: “Whatever. They both quack.” Spencer: “Geese Honk.” These two kill me.

3) Emily: “Why would Ali trust Noel Kahn?” Inner Emily: “…more than she trusts me?”

4) Hanna should have actually gone in to hug Ali and then slapped her.

5) The Emison fandom must have lost their minds when Ali held Emily’s hand.

6) Spencer: “I thought I was the one you can’t trust.” Ali: *doesn’t correct her*

7) Spencer: “Start at the very beginning.” Me: *sings Sound of Music* “A very good place to staaart.”

8) The girls’ reaction to Ali talking about disappearing again are so them. Hanna is like, “Are you fucking kidding me? This shit again?” Emily is like, “No! I just got you back!” Spencer is like, “Typical…” and Aria is like, “But why?”

9) Holbrook: “We know Wilden was a jerk.” Me: “YES! YOU SAID IT, BOI!”

10) Flashback to Ian: Me: *gags and vomits at the same time* Melissa in flashback to Ian: “I don’t ever want to lose you again.” Me: “I could stand to lose him all day every day.”

11) And now Veronica knows Ali is alive.

12) Melissa is back. Fuck me.

13) The infamous yellow top. I think I hate it as much as Sasha does.

14) God, this barn flashback reminds me what babies they were when this started…and how much they have grown.

15) Angry Ezra with Ali. God he was such a tool.

16) A Hastings never answers questions in an interrogation. That should be their motto.

17) Note to self: If ever questioned by the police, answer a question with another question.

18) Me to me: Ezra is going to show up and pull some dumbass heroic move to win Aria back.

19) Ali talking about Ezra wanting to write a book about her, and Emily is all worried about Aria and stands up to Ali and basically kindly tells her to back the fuck off.

20) Hanna going for the cookies while Ali is boring them with her story: Me.

21) “I deserved a lot of what I got.” At least Ali has grown enough to admit that.

22) Ali: *lectures Spencer about taking Speed* Also Ali: *gives Spencer back her Speed*

23) Awww, Hanna and Emily both reached for each other when Ali told the part about getting whacked in the head.

24) Spencer falling into Emily and crying when she realized that she didn’t hurt anyone “that night” was REALLY reminiscent of the way Emily fell into Spencer when she found out about Maya.

25) Jessica: *loves her daughter* Also Jessica: *doesn’t check to see if Ali is dead before burying her*

26) Sasha’s acting when she was talking about being buried alive was ON POINTE yo.

27) Mona: *hates Ali and has a wicked genius IQ with murderous tendencies* Also Mona: *gets Ali alone and vulnerable and doesn’t kill her* WTF, writers?

28) Mona came up with the plan for Ali to fake her death. I take back what I said about Mona not using the situation with vulnerable Ali to forward her own agenda.

29) Ali/Redcoat score: She visited Hanna for reals, she saved Emily from Carbon Monoxide poisoning, she pushed Ian off the belltower, she saved Hanna from the fire at the lodge (but not the others…so who the fuck saved the others?).

30) After “A” busted that window I love that Emily’s first response was to tell Ali to run…sweet and all, but…I think she could have figured out to run on her own.

31) Emily thinking they Spiderman or something that can leap from one roof to the other and all the other girls look at her like, “Are you outta your mind?”

32) Ali immediately grabbed on to Emily when that door swung open. Just an observation.

33) Holy shit, I spent the entire rest of the series thinking that Aria was the one who screamed “Ezra” when they were on the rooftop, but it was Emily.

34) And now I’m imagining the scene where Emily was telling Aria she couldn’t call Mr. Fitz “Ezra” because it was too weird. Oh, how far they have come.

35) Hanna isn’t afraid to shoot a bitch.

36) “A” bout killed all the liars, flew over a rooftop, and then just calmly walks through the roof access door…like a boss.

37) I’m not gonna lie. I thought “A” was Jason at this point.

38) Oh, look, I was right about Ezra taking a bullet for Aria.

39) Screaming “help” off of a rooftop isn’t very conducive to getting an ambulance you guys.

40) Now THIS was a shock…Jessica being buried at the end.

#Pretty Little Liars #A is for Answers #PLL spoilers #Hanna Marin #Emily Fields #Spencer Hastings #Aria Montgomery #Alison DiLaurentis #Noel Kahn #Fuck you Noel #Jessica DiLaurentis #Sasha Pieterse #Mona Vanderwaal #Ezra Fitz #Melissa Hastings #Emison

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tragicallybeautiful97 · 7 years

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Too Long [Jason Dilaurentis]

Fandom: Pretty Little Liars

Character: Jason Dilaurentis x reader

Word Count: 2,907

Triggers: Smut

Needed to write about Jason because 1) He’s so hot 2) I love him and 3) This man needs more imagines! Hope you enjoy x

Requests are open so feel free to request away: http://tragicallybeautiful97.tumblr.com/request

It was a well known fact that Noel Kahn threw the best parties in Rosewood. As soon as Alison Dilaurentis had told the group it was obvious that you would all be attending - no one ever said no to Allie.

“Are you really going to wear that Hanna?” Alison questioned sweetly, her head tilted to the side as she watched Hanna try on a tight green dress.

Hanna looked down at her figure, her face falling as she glanced back up at Alison, “Why? Does it look bad?”

“It looks great.” You cut in before Alison could say anything.

“Thanks.” Hanna grinned while Alison glared at you.

Your relationship with Alison was definitely strange. You had know Allie, Aria, Hanna, Spencer and Emily forever. Alison had formed your friendship group at the beginning of high school; she was the glue that held everyone together, however she sometimes was the very weapon that destroyed us. You knew that Alison loved you all but the things she said to you all sometimes could cut like a knife. That was the thing about Alison, she could either make or break you.

“Allie?” A voice called from outside the door of Alison’s bedroom.

“Ugh, what does he want?” Alison scoffed under her breath as she made her way across the room to her bedroom door. She swung the door open, revealing Jason Dilaurentis, her older brother, “What?”

Jason rolled his eyes at his sister's annoyed tone, “Are you going to that party tonight?”

“Maybe.” Alison smirked.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jason snapped, “Me and the guys are going to so I’ll give you a lift.”

“You and the guys?” Alison repeated, her eyebrows rising in interest.

“Yeah, Ian and Garrett are coming over in a minute, so hurry up.” Jason sighed frustratedly.

His eyes fell on you and you looked away quickly; embarrassed that you had been caught watching him. You had always had a crush on Jason despite the fact that he was a few years older than you. There was just something about him that drew you in; you didn’t know if it was his rebel without a cause attitude or his deep brown eyes that seemed to stare right through you. All you did know was that your crush was definitely unrequited; he probably only saw you as Alison’s little minion, which brought you to the next point - Allie would roast you alive if you ever got with Jason. She had made it very clear that she would not accept any of her friends pursuing Jason; Alison was always weirdly possessive over Jason.

“What are you staring at?” Alison snapped.

“Nothing.” Jason mumbled distractedly, “Just be ready in five.”

* * *

“Looks like someone is finally going to get Noel Khan’s attention tonight.” Alison smirked at you as you were walking down the staircase and into the kitchen.

“Allie-”

“Relax, I won’t tell anyone.” Alison said sincerely, entwining your hands, “I’m just saying you look hot. Like really hot.” She reassured me.

You couldn’t help but smile at her; choosing to let the Noel Khan comment slip. It was moment like this that you remembered why you loved Allie. No matter how horrible she could be sometimes, she had moments where she was kind and sweet. You knew Allie would do anything for you, she was fiercely protective and always looked out for you.

“She’s right.” Emily called from behind you, “That dress looks amazing.”

You smiled at your friend, fingering the silky velvet material of your red dress. It was bolder than the dresses you usually wore but you had to admit you felt good in it; it hugged you in all the right places and the short skirt made your legs appear longer than they actually were. You had paired it with a pair of black thigh high boots that Aria had insisted you borrow.

“Alright Emily, don’t get a crush now.” Alison sniggered, smiling sweetly at Emily over her shoulder. Emily grimaced, slowing down slightly so she was no longer walking behind you.

“What was that about?” You questioned in confusion.

“Nothing.” Alison replied, squeezing your hand gently.

“Well it’s about time!” Ian yelled in mock distress as you all piled into the kitchen. Ian and Garrett were leaning against the counters, cans of beer in their hands. Your eyes flickered to Jason who had his back turned, in the process of opening a beer himself. Ian quickly greeted you, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek before he moved on to Spencer.

“Weren’t you supposed to be hanging out with Melissa tonight?” Spencer questioned suspiciously.

Ian only laughed, “I couldn’t let my boys down now could I?”

“Plus Ian can never miss a good party.” Jason sniggered as he turned around.

He went to raise the beer to his lips, however his movements stilled when his eyes fell on you. His eyes seemed to darken, his adam's apple bobbing harshly as he swallowed hard. You stared back at him, your cheeks heating up despite the voice in your head insisting you had just imagined the lustful look he had just given you.

“You guys want some beer?” Garrett offered, pointing at the crate of open cans.

“Yes.” Alison answered immediately.

“Allie, we’re underaged.” Spencer protested as Alison waltzed over to the cans of beer.

“Oh come on Spencer, don’t be such a party pooper.” Alison scoffed, tossing her mane of golden hair over her shoulder, “Just have a drink.”

“Why do I feel like tonight is not going to end well?” Spencer whispered beside you.

* * *

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. The car journey had seemed to take forever. You had been squeezed between Jason and Emily, your bare leg flushed against his own and your hands occasionally brushing as you passed around Ian’s hip flask of whiskey. You and the girls had quickly succumbed to the peer pressure of drinking; coming to the conclusion that you would all watch out for each other if one of the group got to drunk.

Your bets were on Aria. She was definitely the biggest lightweight.

“Come on ladies,” Ian yelled over the loud music, “Let's dance.”

You watched as Ian grabbed Allie’s hand; both of them running to the dancefloor. You averted your eyes quickly as they began grinding. You couldn’t help but wondering if there was something going on between Allie and Ian, he had been around the Dilaurentis home a lot more recently, not to mention the fact that they were almost having sex on the dancefloor right now.

“Look at them!” Spencer growled, her eyes fixed on Alison and Ian.

“I’m sorry Spence.” You sighed, “It’s not fair on Melissa.”

Spencer looked down, her face unreadable, “Yeah, it’s not.”

“Come on, let’s get a drink.” Aria sighed before leading us through the dancing crowd. You glanced over your shoulder, stupidly searching for Jason, only to see him walking in the opposite direction with Garrett, a cigarette in his hand.

You quickly shook off your disappointment, it was stupid of you to think he would want to spend time with you. You tried to forget about him and instead focused on having fun with your friends. You took shots and danced; allowing yourself to get lost in the music as you grew more and more intoxicated.

“So…” Aria drawled as you were pouring some vodka and coke for you both, “You and Noel huh?”

“What?” You snorted, spilling the coke slightly as you laughed.

“You don’t like him?” Aria guessed.

You shook your head, “No.”

“What about Jason?” Aria pressed.

You froze, your eyes going wide as you slammed down the bottle of coke. You looked at Aria only to see that she was smiling knowingly.

“Is it that obvious?” You groaned, hiding your face with you hands.

“No!” Aria reassured you, pushing your hands away so that she could look at you, “I just know you. I see the way you look at him; hell I see the way he looks at you. You always act so awkward around each other, it’s almost uncomfortable how obvious it is that you both want to rip each other’s clothes off.” Aria giggled at your red face, “It’s alright. I won’t tell Allie.”

You sighed with relief, moving forward to hug your tiny friend, “Thank you.”

A few hours had passed and you were currently searching for your friends. You had gone to the bathroom a few minutes ago and when you had come back they were nowhere to be found. You were in the middle of ringing Spencer when someone cleared their throat behind you.

You turned around to see Jason behind you, leaning against a tree with a cigarette in his hand. You took a moment to appreciate how good he looked; his dark green shirt tight in all the right places, his golden hair windswept and the delicious stubble shadowing his prominent jaw line.

“You ok?” He asked after a moment of just staring at each other.

You nodded and joined him against the tree trunk so he could hear you over the music, “Yeah, I’ve just lost the girls. I was just about to call them.”

“I think I saw them over by the drinks table before.” Jason stated before he took another drag of his cigarette, “My sisters still with Ian.”

“Really?” You grimaced when you noticed his dark expression.

“I tried to find her earlier but she’s disappeared, as usual.” Jason sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“Hey, I’ll help you find her.” I offered.

Jason smirked, “And miss the party?”

“I’m sure I can spare a few minutes.” You teased playfully.

Jason smiled at you, the corners of his lips tilting up boyishly as he pushed himself away from the tree trunk. He moved closer to you, bowing his head slightly so that his face was inches away from you. Your heart stuttered in your chest, your head going blurry at the close proximity and the smell of his aftershave and tobacco.

“If you're sure.” Jason smirked before he moved away, grabbing your hand and leading you outside.

* * *

“Milkshakes are not better than coffee!” Jason exclaimed for the fifth time.

“Of course they are!” You protested, “How can they not be?”

“Coffee is the best thing to ever be invented.”

You and Jason had been talking about everything and anything for the past hour you had been searching for Allie. You had walked a good few streets, occasionally calling Allie’s name before continuing with whatever topic of conversation you were discussing at the time. Throughout the hour you had both moved closer and closer to each other, so close that every now and then your hands brushed. You knew it was wrong - Allie would kill you if she knew you were alone with Jason, but at the moment you didn’t care, you were enjoying his company too much.

“You cold?” Jason questioned when he noticed you shivering.

You shrugged, “Yeah, this dress wasn’t exactly built to be warm.” You joked.

Jason touched your hand and stopped walking. You watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket; moving closer to you so he could drape it over your shoulders. You stilled when he was inches away from you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Jason-”

His lips were on yours in seconds, the kiss fervent and hungry. His hands moved from your shoulders to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him before he slid his hands through your hair. You succumbed to your desire, forgetting all the reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. You kissed him back passionately, your hands moving to his shoulders as you fell into his body. You continued to kiss, getting lost in each other entirely; your hands all over each other, biting exposed skin and gripping at each others hair. You were two bombs who had finally exploded.

“Jesus, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Jason murmured against the skin of your neck as he backed you up against a nearby tree. You were hidden away from everyone, your kissing figures protected by the cluster of trees around you. “Do you know how often I thought about kissing you. Every time you would come around, looking so damn beautiful.” His hands skimmed the hem of your dress, rubbing the skin, “And tonight, when I saw you in this dress,” His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, “Jesus, I thought you were trying to kill me.”

You were dizzy with passion as you continued to kiss him, your hands knotted in his hair, tugging slightly and causing groans to escape his lips.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” You admitted against his lips, “I thought I was delusional for ever thinking that anything could happen between us.”

“How could I not like you Y/N?” Jason laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear affectionately, “I like you. I like you a fucking lot.”

You smiled like an idiot, pulling his face back to yours. You gasped when you felt his warm hands slide between your thighs, his hand teasing you over the fabric of your underwear. You moaned at the sensation, burying your face in his neck as he continued his movements, his mouth nibbling at your earlobe.

“Jason, what about Allie?” You panted, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his hand slide into the waistband of your underwear.

“Screw Allie.” Jason growled, “She doesn’t have the right to keep us away from each other.

A cry sounded from your lips as his fingers entered you. His lips were at your neck, biting and sucking at the exposed skin. You squirmed and let out another moan as he curled his fingers inside of you, a shiver of pleasure running through you.

“You’re so wet.” He moaned huskily. “I just want to eat you all up.”

You watched as Jason kneeled down in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. He moved your underwear to the side before he buried his face in your legs. You clutched at the bark of the tree, your body jolting as his tongue swirled around your clit painfully slow. He teased you for a while, forcing desperate moans from your lips before he delved deeper, his tongue moving mercilessly against you. You convulsed against him, a moaning mess as you came.

He got back to his feet, his arms encircling you as he kissed your forehead.

“You ok?” He whispered against your hair.

“God yes.” You whimpered, snuggling against him, “More than ok.”

You captured his lips again, your fingers moving to the bottom of his t-shirt. You lifted it over his head, admiring the sculpted muscles of his chest. Your lips found his neck, sucking on it as you worked on unbuckling his belt. Jason backed you up against the tree once again, a groan escaping his lips as you pressed yourself against him.

“Fuck me Jason.” You moaned against his lips, “God you have to fuck me right now.”

He kissed you passionately, his body shuddering slightly as he trapped you in his arms, hands either side of your head. He pulled away, rummaging around in the pocket of his jeans that had fallen to the floor. He found the condom that was in his pocket, putting it on him quickly before he moved close to you once again.

“Are you sure about this?” He questioned after a few minutes of kissing you.

You nodded, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He smiled and hoisted your leg around his hip. He slid into you, causing you to gasp as you felt him stretch you out. He was bigger than anyone you had ever experienced so it took you a while to adjust to him. Your hands dug into his shoulders, small wails sounding from your lips as he started to move faster. His lips and hands were everywhere, relieving all the pent up frustration from the months of holding back. He moved faster as your moans grew louder, his hips pounding into you as he forced your hands behind your head.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He groaned, his head resting against yours as his hands tangled in your head.

“Oh God Jason!” You practically squealed as he hit a particular spot. You convulsed against him once again, moaning and cursing under your breath as you fell into him, your head fuzzy as you came. He continued to move fluidly, riding you through you hair before he stuttered, throwing his head back as he came. He swore and pulled out of you, his head still resting against your own as he engulfed you in his arms. You both fell to the floor, Jason pulling on his pants before he handed you his jacket once again.

“Holy shit.” Was all he could say.

“Yeah.” You agreed breathlessly.

His lips pressed against your forehead, “You do realise I’m definitely not letting you go now right?” He wrapped his arm around you, “I’ve waited too long for you to lose you after one night.”

You snuggled into him, a huge smile crossing your lips, “I’m definitely not going anywhere.”

“Good, and don’t worry about Alison, I’ll deal with her.” Jason reassured you, “Now come on, let’s go back home, I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

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FIC: One Last Time (Thirteen PLL Endings)

I. Return to Camelot

Aria wakes up to sunlight streaming in through the wooded slats of Spencer’s barn. Last night’s storm must have blown itself out, which is great for their flight to Reykjavik probably being on time this afternoon, not so great for the present moment of the light making her eye sockets throb with pain. She puts a hand to her temple, flinching at the feel of her friendship bracelet brushing against her forehead.

She hears shuffling noises in the corner, manages to turn just enough to see Emily blushing furiously, as she zips up her blue Sharks hoodie and stuffs her bra into one of the pockets. Alison’s yellow tank top is crumpled in the corner, and Ali herself is pulling the t-shirt that Em was wearing last night over her head with a smile like the cat who ate a whole flock of canaries on her face.

Aria can’t be bothered to wonder about whatever they’re up to. Not when she’s groggy and her head feels like it’s been replaced with a bowling ball full of sand. And there’s no use trying to figure out Alison anyway. The Queen B is her own law, and secrets have always been her favorite currency.

Spencer moans as she gingerly stands up, then staggers over towards the hot plate to try and make coffee.

“What was in those drinks last night?” Aria asks, her voice cracking and a little hoarse. “I feel like I was drugged.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alison breezes. “You gals just can’t hold your liquor.”

“Seriously,” Hanna groans, her face a delicate shade of green. “I feel like I got hit by car.”

“I woke up like three times,” Spencer yawns. “I thought I heard a scream.”

Emily starts coughing, her face bright red, as Alison pats her smoothly on the back.

“No one screamed,” Alison scoffs. “You were probably having that anxiety dream about your French final again.” She casts a sidelong look at Emily as she says it, batting her eyelashes and leaning towards her a little. Emily gives her a shy smile in return and scoots towards Ali just enough so that their shoulders are touching.

Aria feels a tingle of deja vu, a murky sense that she knows something, she’s just not sure what.

There’s a loud buzzing from underneath her pillow. She reaches for her clumsily for her phone. As she blurrily tries to focus on the text from her mom, it hits her in a flash. A nightmare landscape of anonymous text message and faceless stalkers and Alison missing and an underground bunker and long lost sisters and red coats and black hoodies.

“Aria, are you okay?” Spencer asks, a concerned look on her face.

“I’m fine,” Aria tells her, shaking her head to clear out the residual strands of panic and fear. “I had a really crazy dream.”

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II. Boys Will Be Boys

“You?” Hanna exclaims, stunned. “You’re dead!”

Wilden laughs as he grabs her by the hair. “Have you forgotten where you are, little girl? This is Rosewood. Guys like me don’t go easy.”

“You killed Charlotte,” Alison says, spitting in his face as he checks the ropes binding her wrists.

“She outlived her usefulness,” he says, coldly.

“Why?” Spencer asks, still pleading for answers. “Why would you do this to us?”

His face contorts into an ugly sneer. “You still haven’t figured it out? After all this time?”

He kicks Emily’s unconscious body into a hastily dug grave in the Hastings backyard, then looks at the bound and gagged Aria appraisingly. He tosses her in on top of Emily, apparently deciding she’s small enough to fit.

“Don’t keep us guessing,” Spencer says, goading him. “You want to tell us. You won’t let us die without telling us the reason.”

“The reason?” He moves closer to her, until the tip of his nose is almost touching hers. “A detective to the end.” His voice drops to a hiss. “Little Sister.”

“No,” Alison says. “No. What are you saying?”

“Oh, is it finally falling into place now?” His voice is dripping with sarcasm and contempt. “You girls don’t know everything after all! How else do you think all that evidence got planted against you? How could someone have access to every single security feed in town? A badge and a gun and a smile will get you some truly amazing things. Did you think I helped Jessica cover up all of her dirty work out of the goodness of my heart? Because I didn’t. It’s who I am. I was born to it. I’m Charles.”

“Are you crazy?” Hanna scoffs. “I mean, obviously yes - you’re cuckoo for CoCo Puffs! But Charlotte was Charles. We know that.”

“Charlotte was a patsy. We never imagined anyone would believe that ridiculous story! It had more holes than a colander made of Swiss Cheese.”

“I don’t understand,” Alison tells him. “If you’re Charles, who was she?”

“An old friend of mine. From Radley. Your father did lock me up and throw away the key. Just because I tried to kill you a few dozen times when you were a baby. But boys will be boys, right? No need to ruin my life over a squalling little girl!”

He’s so intent on his story, he never sees the shadowy figures sneaking up behind him. Melissa Hastings shoves him to the ground as Mona Vanderwaal pounces on him with a rock in hand. She bashes him over the head repeatedly, until the back of his head is smashed in, and he’s thoroughly and unquestionably dead.

Melissa is already untying Spencer and the others, as Mona hops into the freshly dug grave to haul Emily and Aria out. Once that’s done, Melissa uses the toe of her Tory Burch boots to roll him over until he flops unceremoniously to the bottom of the hole.

“I brought shovels,” Mona offers, brightly. She hands them out and everyone slowly gets to work heaving the nearby mound of dirt over him. Melissa makes a call and Jason shows up half an hour later with three large rose bushes which they use to make the whole thing look like an intentional planting project.

“It’s over,” Mona declares, brushing the dirt off her hands when they’re finished. “For good this time.”

“And since he was already supposed to be dead, no one’s going to come looking for him,” Melissa nods.

“But what about Archer?” Spencer asks, her face white and pinched. “Tanner was breathing down our necks, she has evidence -”

“Had evidence, Sweetie,” Mona responds, patting her on the elbow.

“Dad got it tossed,” Melissa explains. “And the police just discovered an extra key to Lucas Gottesman’s car at the Kahn cabin. Along with a bloody sweatshirt with Archer’s blood and Noel’s DNA all over it. And Archer’s missing credit card. Even Tanner can follow that trail. So it’s case closed.”

“What do we now?” Emily asks, still a little dazed.

“We get on with our lives,” Alison answers, a smile slowly breaking over her face. “Who’s up for a sleepover?”

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III. Double Vision

“This is it,” Spencer says, barely able to suppress her excitement. She’s sitting elbow to elbow with the others in a black van that Mona has rigged up for mobile surveillance.

“I don’t like this plan,” Emily protests. “Why can’t we just go to Tanner with what we know?”

“Because we have no proof,” Hanna says, throwing up her hands. “And she’s never going to believe that some rando is walking around town wearing Spencer’s face.”

“Shh,” Aria says, motioning for quiet. “She’s on the move.”

They watch in silence as Spencer’s doppelganger leaves the Radley and hurries to a silver SUV. It’s an identical match to Spencer’s own car.

Mona follows her from a distance, headlights off, as they head towards the Lost Woods resort. Not-Spencer gets out of her car and looks furtively over her shoulder as she steps quickly into Room 2.

Mona parks out of sight, gliding soundlessly to a stop, as they all pile out of the vehicle.

“Ready?” Alison asks.

“Ready,” Emily confirms, clutching a taser in hand.

Aria nods, unclipping a can of pepper spray from her belt.

They swarm towards the room and Mona rigs a small explosive charge to the lock. At the push of a button, it explodes with a flash.

The six of them move into the room under the cover of a cloud of smoke. There’s instant confusion as they’re attacked from all sides by what seems like a small crowd of unseen foes.

As the smoke clears, Hanna finds herself with her hands around Spencer’s throat.

“Hanna, what are you doing?” her assailant gasps. “It’s me!”

“It’s not,” Spencer shouts, from where she’s tussling with Aria. “I’m the real Spencer!”

“Wait,” another Aria protests, “Who’s that?”

“Oh my god,” Alison says, looking around in shock. “We all have twins?”

“Isn’t it great?” Charlotte asks, clapping her hands with glee. She puts a hand to her mouth and does her best Oprah impression. “You get a twin! And you get a twin! And you get a twin!”

“You’re not the real Aria,” Emily cries, pointing to the one fighting Spencer. “You have beef jerky in your pocket!”

“And this Hanna’s roots are badly done,” Mona shouts, kicking Hanna’s twin with the lesser dye job to the ground.

“Em,” one of the Alison’s says, crouching behind her girlfriend. “We need to get out of here. All this violence, it’s not good for the baby!”

“That’s not me,” the other Alison shouts as she trades blows with a possibly fake Mona.

“Emily,” the first Alison says, “you know me. You know every inch of my body.” She grabs Emily and kisses her hard. The moment they break apart, Emily tasers her, knocking her to the floor.

“She opened her mouth,” Emily says. “And I knew.”

Lights and sirens flash outside, and Detective Tanner appears in the doorway. “I have arrest warrants for all of you!” she declares triumphantly. She gasps and her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight in front of her.

“Arrest her,” the Spencer’s say simultaneously, pointing at one another.

“And her,” the Arias and Hannas and Alison’s and Emily’s and Mona’s echo, all pointing wildly around the room, from which Charlotte has already disappeared.

“No son Lindas,” a new voice says, as an identical Tanner twin emerges from the middle of the fray.

Tanner’s eyes roll back in her head and she faints dead away.

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IV. Season 60b

“I think ‘A’ stole my bifocals,” Spencer grumbles, making her way slowly over to the rocker on the porch of the Radley Nursing Home.

“They’re on your head, Hun,” Alison tells her. “But Emily got a threatening hologram about her orthopedic shoes.”

“And they took the jello off my dinner tray last night,” Hanna complains.

“Are you sure you didn’t eat the jello and then forget?” Aria asks, looking up from the orange and pink zebra print afghan she’s knitting.

“Hanna’s never wrong about jello,” Emily replies.

“I’m just saying, it’s hard to keep track,” Aria says, counting her stitches. “Most days, I can’t even remember who I’m supposed to be in a love triangle with anymore.”

“I have a plan,” Spencer declares, setting down her large print Agatha Christie novel.

“You’ve been saying that every day for the past fifty-five years,” Alison points out. “I’m not missing bingo.”

“Last time you led us on that wild goose chase through the kitchen, we knocked over all those juice carafes! I had glass in my hair for a week!” Emily shakes her head.

“And he was wearing those gloves because he’s the dishwasher,” Hanna reminds them.

“It’s going to work this time,” Spencer promises, brandishing her cane like a weapon. “We’ll stake out Emily’s locker when she goes to water aerobics. If ‘A’ makes a move to steal her shoes, we’ll be there!”

“Can we get my jello back?” Hanna asks.

“Yes!” Spencer promises eagerly.

“Then I’m in,” Hanna sighs. “I’ll ask Mona to help us.”

“Why?” Spencer huffs.

“Because she’s my friend,” Hanna replies. “And besides, she has a mobility scooter.

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V. Mr. Nice Guy

A masked figure is sipping whiskey with a gloved hand, watching several live feeds on a wall of monitors in front of him.

In the loft, Hanna is preparing for bed. Aria is up late at Fitz’s, typing on her computer. He types a few keystrokes and calls up a screen that mirrors her laptop. She’s working on revisions for the book. Boring. Spencer is at the barn, reading The Art of War. Emily and Alison are at the DiLaurentis house, cuddling in front of the television. Mona is spying on Caleb, who’s standing in a doorway across the street from the loft, trying to keep Hanna safe.

He should do something, make a move. Menace someone with a car. Erase the whole hard drive of Aria’s computer. Send a cryptic text. He yawns. Or maybe he’ll just hang out and play Minecraft.

There’s a loud bang, and the door to the lair flies off its hinges. All the Liars plus Caleb, Mona and Detective Tanner burst in.

He presses a button to set off the tear gas canisters, give him time to jump out a window during the smoke. But they don’t go off. He hits another button, one that should activate a plank of hidden spikes to fall on them from the ceiling. Nothing.

“Give it up,” Mona tells him. “We traced the signal.”

“And we hacked your feed,” Caleb adds.

“We disabled all your little party tricks,” Spencer says, leaning against the door frame.

He’s too stunned to move.

“Lucas Gottesman,” Tanner says, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent-”

“I don’t understand,” Hanna says, her face pale and drawn. “You were my friend.”

“I just wanted you to notice me!” he exclaims. “I didn’t want to hurt you! I thought - I thought I could make you really scared and then rescue you! But you kept rescuing yourself! So I had to keep going if I ever wanted to break myself out of the friend zone!”

“You’re insane,” Aria says, putting a protective arm around Hanna’s shoulders.

“She made me this way,” he protests, gesturing at Alison with his cuffed hands. “She made fun of me!”

Tanner gives him a shove in the small of his back. “Get going. You can tell us all about it at the station.”

“No one made you do this,” Emily says as they head for the door.

“How can you say that?” he asks, insulted. “I’m a nice guy!”

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VI. Everybody A

“It was me all along,” Jason DiLaurentis says, scowling. “I sent those text messages. I needed to make sure you weren’t going to rat me out to Dad about the NAT stuff.”

“But it was me who started following you around in a dark hoodie,” Wren Kingston declares, shoving Jason out of the way. “It was my idea to do psychological experiments on you all! Just for a bit of fun.”

“Idiots,” Melissa Hastings snarls. “I perfected it. I turned the whole thing into a game.”

“I was better than any of you,” Ezra scoffs. “I had the most cameras.”

“Actually,” Lucas mutters, “I had more. Plus I had sound.”

“I got the closest to actually killing them,” Shana Fring shrugs. “That oughta put me on the top of the pile.”

“Um, I locked them in an underground torture bunker,” Charlotte snarks. “For months.”

“But I tricked Alison into marrying me,” Archer Dunhill laughs.

“I shot Spencer,” Jenna counters. “And they shake in their fashion boots whenever they hear my cane.”

“I faked my own death to drive Spencer insane,” Toby laughs. “God, that was fun.”

“You’re all amateurs,” Mona says, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “Accept no substitutions. I clearly set the tone.”

Eddie Lamb pats her on the back. “You sure did, little lady. But you couldn’t have kept it up if I wasn’t smuggling you in and out of Radley.”

“And I helped with the spiritual elements of the game, considerably,” Pastor Ted admits. “God loves putting people through trials. So motivational.”

“I helped, though,” Sean adds. “I wanted to punish them for their loose ways.”

“I just like to watch,” Holden grins. “It’s nothing personal.”

A fistfight breaks out between Garrett, Lorenzo, and Holbrook over who planted more evidence, and the Liars use the argument as a distraction to cover them sneaking out of the Fitzgerald Theater through the backstage exit. Once they’re out, they double back to lock everyone else inside.

“Mona’s got it all recorded,” Hanna says with a big smile.

Alison rolls her eyes as she dials 911.

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VII. Everybody Gay

“Everybody get down!” Emily shouts, as a round of gunfire shatters the front window of the Brew.

“Whoever this is, they aren’t messing around,” Hanna mutters as a Moltov cocktail skitters across the floor in their direction.

Aria kicks it away and leads them on quick retreat to barricade themselves in Ezra’s office.

There’s the sound of an explosion from outside and smoke starts to waft under the door.

Spencer picks up the landline on the desk. “The phone line’s been cut.”

Alison clutches Emily’s hand as Mona calmly rolls up her suit jacket and shoves uses it to seal the door.

There are heavy footsteps approaching. They’re almost here.

Just then, the bookcase behind the desk swings forward, revealing a secret passage.

“Come on,” Paige McCullers, hisses. “Through here!”

They hurry into the passageway as Paige locks the entrance behind them. She shepherds them down a flight of stairs and into an underground electrical tunnel where Talia Sandoval is waiting with a fleet of ATVs.

“What is this?” Alison asks, suspiciously.

“Are you serious?” Paige asks incredulously. “It’s the Queer Women’s Underground Escape Network. This town is brutal when it comes to burying its gays.”

“I’m not complaining,” Aria says, climbing on the back of Spencer’s ATV. “But I’m actually not-”

“Please,” Alison scoffs. “Like we haven’t been watching you make moony eyes at Spencer since we were all in tenth grade?”

“What about you?” Emily whispers to Hanna.

“What?” Hanna replies, indignantly. “You think Mona and I never -”

“Shush,” Mona cuts her off. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

Talia leads them on a wild ride for at least twenty miles of tunnel. They emerge by climbing up through a manhole in the back of the Radley parking lot.

Samara signals to them from behind a tree, and the run through the woods after her until they get to a large clearing with a small plane running and at the ready.

Alison hops into the cockpit and the others strap themselves in. They follow the flight plan, landing in an abandoned industrial park on the outskirts of Atlanta.

Sabrina tosses them the keys to her car. There’s a map in the glove compartment with a rendezvous point marked for a dock off the south coast of Florida.

They get there at dawn, to find Maya St. Germain lolling on the deck of a sailboat. “Well, well,” she says, batting her eyelashes in Emily’s direction. “Look who finally turned up.”

She welcomes them aboard, then casts off the line, setting a course for a small island off the coast of Cuba.

“This really isn’t so bad,” Spencer grins, lounging on the deck and running a hand slowly down Aria’s side. Emily and Alison are holding hands and sitting in adjoining deck chairs. Hanna and Mona aren’t in sight, but judging by the noises coming from below deck, they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves.

The island appears on the horizon, a lush paradise of waterfalls and beaches. Alison squints at the shore, trying to make out the face of the two women waiting on shore to greet them.

It’s Charlotte DiLaurentis, waving happily with the hand that isn’t resting on Melissa Hastings hip.

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VIII. Nobody

Aria kicks the masked figure off the balcony. He falls like a sack of bricks, but lands on top of Spencer and Hanna. Spencer tases him, as Hanna claws at his face.

Mona flings herself on top of the pile, hitting him in the back of the head with a weaponized heel spike. Hanna takes advantage of the distraction and manages to pin his wrists long enough for Spencer to slap a pair of Marco’s handcuffs on him.

Alison hauls him to his feet as Emily covers him with her dad’s gun.

Hanna smacks him across the face, hard enough to knock the hood down. Mona reaches over and pulls down the bandana covering the bottom half of his face.

Ben Coogan spits in her eye.

”You?” Alison says, coldly. “You’re nobody!”

Emily’s face is a mask of shock and confusion. “Why?” she says, with genuine pain in her voice. “Why would you do this?”

“You think I didn’t know?” he says, bitterly. “All those times you bailed on our plans at the last second, because Alison needed something? You were supposed to be my girlfriend! Mine!”

“So find a new girlfriend!” Hanna suggests. “Don’t spend seven years on some weird homophobic vendetta against all of us!”

“You’re all just as bad,” Ben announces, sounding unhinged. “You lead guys on, you break their hearts for fun! You don’t care about anyone but each other!”

“Can you believe it?” Spencer deadpans. “When we could have had our pick of predatory Rosewood men?”

“Wait,” Aria says, having just made it down the stairs. “It’s Ben? But - he’s nobody! I haven’t even thought about him in years!”

“I’ve thought about you,” he says, darkly. “All of you. The way Hastings always blew the curve in Trig. The time I changed a flat tire for you, Aria. And you didn’t even let me get to first base.”

“Because you were dating my best friend,” Aria replies, sounding disgusted.

“Who was sneaking off to the Kissing Rock with her perverted little girlfriend.”

“Give it a rest,” Hanna tells him. “I can’t believe we spent all that time being scared of a stupid little boy who’s obviously spent way too much time on Reddit.”

The sound of sirens approaching is getting louder. The police will be arriving any moment now.

“You’re a bunch of emasculating bitches!”

Alison shrugs. “At least we’re not mushy squash.”

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IX. Sometimes the Villain Wins

Emily still cries when she thinks about it. Two days after the blow up, after they caught Aria red handed and black hoodied in the woods, she walked up the stairs to Ezra’s apartment to find the whole place empty. Cleaned out. Blank walls. Like no one had ever been there.

They were gone. Ella said maybe to Italy. Aria called her from the airport to say they were eloping.

They’d all been so angry. Emily could still feel the white hot rage that tore through her at the thought of Aria throwing blood on their beautiful white crib. Of her wrecking the mobile Emily’s dad had made when she was a baby.

But the anger wasn’t permanent.

Something else would happen. Some new crisis would rear up. They’d all have to work together and be friends again.

But the only thing that happened was Aria and Ezra being gone.

The game stopped.

The batteries ran out and it triggered a self-destruct that singed Mona’s eyebrows, left a black scorch mark on the ceiling of her apartment.

The case against them for Archer Dunhill’s disappearance went away. Mary Drake set a fire in the evidence room on her way out of town, and Peter Hastings dug up some dirt on Tanner. Emily never finds out what it was, but it was enough to convince her to declare Sara Harvey the likely perpetrator. Case closed.

For the first year, they’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It never does.

A is gone.

And so is Aria.

“It was him,” Spencer declares. “It was him all along.”

This is the thought that twists Emily’s stomach into knots at night. If they’d told someone, anyone. If Ezra had been led away in handcuffs for sleeping with an underage student. If that could have prevented everything else that came after. If Aria would have been standing there with the rest of them in the delivery room when Joy was born. If. If. If.

“It was him,” Spencer says, every time they see her. She says it over coffee. Over drinks. When they’re out running early in the morning. It’s burned into consciousness, a mantra of self-reproach.

They all feel it, more or less, even if Spencer is the only one who can’t shut up about it.

They should have known. They knew Cece was working for him. They knew he had cameras everywhere once. That he kept files on everyone. That he didn’t think laws applied to him.

“It was him,” Spencer says, over Thanksgiving dinner.

“Unless it wasn’t,” Hanna says, bitingly. She’s been drinking straight vodka since noon, has drowned all the fucks she has left to give.

Everyone at the table freezes at her words.

“It wasn’t her,” Alison says firmly, putting a restraining hand on Spencer’s arm.

“I’m just saying,” Hanna says, waving her arms emphatically. “We obviously didn’t know either of them as well as we thought.”

“She was our friend,” Emily insists, quietly.

“Well they’re gone and we’re here and one way or another it’s over!” Hanna says, her words slurring a little. “Believe whatever you want! That she didn’t know! That she didn’t choose him! Maybe they’re both innocent little lambs and the day they scampered off, a piano just happened to drop out of the sky on the real A’s head! But I’m done, Spencer! I’m done talking about it and theorizing about it and tearing myself to pieces over it!”

“It was him,” Spencer repeats, coldly. She walks out of the room and out of the house and out of Hanna’s life for good.

She tells Emily the first time she hires a private investigator. She doesn’t mention hiring the second or the third or the eighteenth.

Alison tries to discourage her from recruiting Mona to blue snarf Ezra’s brother. It’s a dead end. They’re not in touch with him either.

Spencer refuses to believe it.

She gets arrested breaking into Wesley’s apartment, spends a week in jail before Peter can grease enough palms to smooth the whole thing over. A month later she gets caught trying to infiltrate the offices of the Fitzgerald Foundation with a stolen security badge.

Mike gets married. Byron gets sick. Ella’s face is thin and haunted.

Aria never comes back. Never even calls.

Spencer hires a forensic accountant. She goes undercover at the publishing house to find out where the book royalties go. The answer is nowhere. They build up in an unused account in the Cayman Islands. Spencer flies down there, tries to pay Caleb to hack the bank’s mainframe. He calls Veronica. Veronica sends Spencer to rehab, hoping the fourth time will be the charm.

When she gets out, she’s wild eyed. She believes Charlotte is alive. She wants to go back down to the Doll House and search for clues they might have missed.

“She might be his prisoner,” Spencer says, her voice breaking. “She might be dead. He could still be playing the game with her! Torturing her! She might be married to him and never know!”

They read about Hanna’s third marriage in the tabloids. She’s divorced from both Caleb and Lucas, and Emily caught her stumbling out of a room at the Radley with Mona the last time they were supposed to meet for brunch.

Emily watches Alison tucking in the girls at night and feels grateful that all the drama, all the pain, somehow led them here. This house. This family. This steady love.

One day, she’s standing on the bed, balancing with one foot on the window sill as she tries to hang a new curtain rod. The sunlight streams in with the curtains temporarily down, glinting off something small and metallic, embedded in the fancy scrollwork above the antique dresser mirror.

She stands perfectly still, tries not to look directly at it. Continues with her curtain project and pats the duvet until the bed looks smooth and undisturbed. She calls Ali, who calls in Mona, who traces the satellite feed to a remote cottage in the south of Iceland.

It’s the best lead they’ve had in ten years.

They take Hanna’s plane.

Spencer is vibrating with nervous energy as they hike across a lava field with a compass.

There’s no one there when they reach the darkened house. It’s dusty and abandoned, but with a bank of screens still running a video feed. The DiLaurentis Fields bedroom. Spencer’s barn. Hanna’s penthouse. Mona’s townhouse. The Radley.

Spencer finds a newspaper wadded up in the fireplace that’s only six months old.

She turns to Emily, her eyes bright and shining with tears.

He’s still out there.

Maybe she is, too.

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X. What Lies Beneath

Mona is dressed in a fashionable white lab coat, studying a vial of clear liquid. Leslie Stone adjusts her glasses and uses an eyedropper to draw a sample, which she drips carefully onto a litmus strip.

She studies the results carefully before turning to Mona.

“Oh my god,” Leslie mutters. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“The Carissimi Group,” Mona observes. “They’ve been contaminating Rosewood’s water supply for years! Hallucinogens! Poppers! Bath Salts! The entire ‘A’ game is nothing but a mass hallucination!”

“But these other compounds,” Leslie says, putting some of the water onto a slide and studying it closely under the microscope. “ I’ve never even seen before. This chemical cocktail, over time, in conjunction with the mind altering serotonergics - this has the be the root cause.”

Spencer bursts into the room, flanked by Hanna, Emily, Alison, and Aria. She yanks a clipboard out of Mona’s hands and quickly scans the results.

“It’s a toxic stew,” she declares. “Phosphorus. Astatine. Rhenium. Argon. Carbon. Hydrogen. Ytterbium.”

“Speak English,” Hanna requests. “Not Chemikawhatsit.”

“Altogether, these trace elements would bond into a poisonous mucky goo,” Mona explains.

“So this is it?” Emily asks. “This is the reason for everything that’s happened to us?”

“It tracks,” Spencer declares, as she begins feverishly writing out the chemical formula on a whiteboard.

P At Re Ar C H Y

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XI. Sharked

“We need to figure out who AD is,” Spencer says, spreading a diagram of the Radley on the countertop.

“It’s me,” Sara Harvey exclaims, as she bangs a gloved fist against the window. “Haven’t you learned anything? I’m behind everything in this town!”

“Did you hear something?” Emily asks.

“I don’t know what happened,” Hanna mutters. “I got so bored for a second, my eyes just glazed over.”

“I know,” Alison yawns. “But we have to solve this somehow.”

Sara storms into the house. “It’s me,” she shouts. “I’m AD! I wanted to show you all! That I’m still relevant!”

Her reveal is met by the sound of group snoring. At the sound of her voice, all the Liars have fallen asleep.

“Fine,” she snarls. “That’s just fine!”

She stomps off towards the bathroom to leave a menacing mirror message. As soon as she’s done with her shower.

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XII. Normal Again

Alison is writing her name on the chalkboard.

Mrs. Rollins.

Her friends burst into the room. “It’s too late! He’s here!”

Spencer grabs Alison roughly by the shoulder and propels her out into the school hallway.

“Go!” she shouts at them. “Get her out. I’ll hold him off!”

She sees Aria’s leopard print heels careening around the corner, sees Emily grab Alison’s hand as they hurry after her. Hanna alone stops and looks back at her for a long moment before she, too, breaks into a run.

Spencer hears their footsteps echoing as they sprint at full speed towards the exit to the faculty lot. She turns to face the hooded figure moving towards her.

“Spencer!” a familiar voice calls, sounding muzzy and distant. “Spencer!”

In a white padded room at Radley Sanitarium, Spencer tears the sleeve of her hospital gown as she knocks over a metal tray of pills.

“It’s you,” she yells, frantically. “You’re A!”

“You’re safe,” Wren Kingston promises in his most patient voice. “There’s no more A.”

“I need to warn the others!” Spencer shouts. She holds her empty hands in midair and makes typing motions with her thumbs. She looks around the room, her eyes wild. “Why won’t they answer? They never answer!”

“They can’t answer,” he says, gently. “You know they can’t. Some part of you knows it. Think, Spencer. You remember. There was a fire. Thornhill Lodge burnt to the ground.” He taps the wedding ring on his finger. “Melissa barely managed to pull you out in time.”

He looks at the white burn marks that cover most of Spencer’s right arm. Thinks unwillingly of the lighter Melissa found clutched in her hand. They disposed of it, of course. Peter Hastings discreetly bribed the fire marshall for a verdict of faulty wiring.

“No,” Spencer whispers as she rocks back and forth in her chair. “No. No. No.”

Wren shakes his head and makes a notation on her chart. Every day, the same note.

Six years of the same six words.

Diganosis: Persistent dissociative state. Condition unchanged.

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XIII. Blow Us All Away

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mona asks. “Because once it’s done, there’s no going back.”

Spencer looks around at her friends. “Anyone not feeling sure?” She smiles a ghost of her old smile, a sad echo from the time before.

“I’m all in,” Hanna says, raising her hand. “What about the rest of you?”

The other girls raise their hands, a look of grim determination on each of their faces.

“This is it,” Alison says. “This is how it ends.”

Mona types a code into a device she’s attached to the base of the cell tower they’re standing under. Below them, the town of Rosewood is silent and still. An electromagnetic pulse is loosed over the town, triangulated with two other towers where Caleb and Melissa are stationed.

“That’s enough to wipe out any hard drive, flash drive, cell phone, or security camera down there,” Mona announces. “The servers at the police station will be fried. The power grid is sparking.”

Any final traces of evidence about their involvement with Rollins are erased. Dust motes in the cybernetic universe. The stand together quietly, watching for the next signal.

Finally a red flare streaks across the sky, launched from Melissa’s position.

“She’s made contact with my mom,” Spencer says, relieved. “Get ready for Phase II.”

Twenty minutes later, the Pennsylvania National Guard rolls into town and starts evacuating residents per the governor’s order. With the Rosewood section of the power grid failing, no emergency services available, and rumors of a gas leak beneath the Radley - they waste no time in getting the populace out. They move house to house, knocking on doors and shuffling people into emergency buses to shuttle them to a temporary Red Cross shelter over in Ravenswood.

They watch everyone being hustled out of town with a fascinated detachment, like watching the tunnels of an ant farm.

“It’s going to be a new beginning,” Alison says firmly, seeing Emily staring out at the room of her old house.

Five hours later, the troops declare the evacuation complete and roll out, erecting road blocks around the perimeter. A flare shoots up from Caleb’s location.

“Phase Three, Motherfuckers,” Hanna says with a smirk.

The whir of a drone cuts through the darkness. It lowers itself towards the ground, hovering at waist height. Aria pulls out a package of fireworks and fastens them to the underside of the machine.

“I love you guys,” Spencer says, as they light the fuses together.

They don’t waste any time once the drone is airborne. They pile quickly into Spencer’s SUV and tear off at top speed towards the Philadelphia airport.

They see the fireball flash reflected in the rearview mirror, feel the ground shake under their wheels as the town explodes.

It’s all behind them now. The bodies. The blackmail. Sometimes the only way to win the game is to blow the entire board off the face of the earth. Leave nothing behind but a crater where the underground bunker used to be.

Jason has the Carissimi jet fueled up and waiting for them. Emily and Alison want to get married in Paris. Start fresh in a place that smells like baking bread and champagne. They’ll stay there for a few months, maybe a few years. Mona already has a space picked out for Hanna’s design studio. Aria will write a few novels. Spencer’s planning to rendezvous with Melissa in London, then head to Morocco to track down Mary Drake.

It’s time to look forward, now. Not back.

Ash from the blast rains down on their windshield.

Spencer meets Alison’s eyes in the mirror as she flips on the wipers, turns the radio up.

The "Welcome to Rosewood" sign is blackened and charred from the heat of the blast, but the red paint is still wet, still faintly visible.

The final words stenciled carefully by A's gloved hand.

Goodbye, Bitches!

There's a metallic clang as Spencer runs it over.

The ash drifts down and covers the final 'A' message.

The Liars tail lights fade into the distance.

Notes:

I can't believe it's almost over.

(Also, I do know how to correctly spell PATRIARCHY, but there's no periodic element Ri.)