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CHARACTERS AS TAROT CARDS [1/?]

Ginny Weasley as Strength. Fleur Delacour as The Empress. Luna Lovegood as The Hermit. Hermione Granger as Justice. Pansy Parkinson as The Tower. Nymphadora Tonks as The Sun.

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↳ mythology edits // leda love isn’t soft, like those poets say. love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close

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@hogwartsonline | pride

dean thomas & seamus finnigan

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If Ron is one of your favorite Harry Potter characters, we found 4 fanfiction stories that you’ll want to read immediately! https://fanfictionrecommendations.com/4-ron-centric-harry-potter-fanfiction-stories/

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WHAT ARE WE?!

WRITERS!!!

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!

WRITE!!!!!

WHEN ARE WE GONNA DO IT?!

((Disgruntled muttering))

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Excuse me. Slightly drunken revelation about Jane Austen here. Nearly all of the successful romances in her novels support the idea that choosing the mildly to extremely socially awkward dork is the best move, a message I wholeheartedly approve of both in real life and most assuredly in fiction.

Brooding heroes are all fine and good, but not my cup of tea. Give me a guy who refuses to dance because he’s and introverted dweeb? Bestill my heart, apparently.

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the way she puts her fingers on his chin for him to get up and he just obeys i’m-

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a harry potter meme [5/5] classes: Divination

Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!

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daisies in the summer

[cedric diggory x reader]

author’s note: it feels so nice to write without the thought of homework looming in the back of my mind lol. probably gonna write for draco next 

word count: 3,433

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Today my friend in my poetry class told me our professor advised her against imitating a poem by a love poet because she probably hasn’t been in romantic love and… why do adults think that time is everything? Like love is such a broad, undefinable concept by nature. How do we know its something only capable when you are older?  Why do we assume that?  Like kids sometimes know the most about who they truly are because they have lived the least amount of time in this world, so have the least amount of outward influence to tarnish and challenge and change their sense of self.  Sometimes the truest love comes out of the purest version of our hearts. 

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ok I feel like if you were to be in a relationship with Soda it would be pretty healthy, but what would be some of the negative aspects?

i actually really like this ask- it’s not your typical request and i think it’s important because we tend to romanticise the boys. this was one of my favorite things to write, thank you so much :)

i do want to clarify- Soda is the best boyfriend out of the gang, and your relationship would be the healthiest. but nothing is a perfect 100

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~Soda likes hugs and kisses and romance, which is great, but he doesn’t know when it’s appropriate for those things vs. when it’s not

~He tries to kiss you and (sorry) have sweet sex when you’re sad or angry, when really what you need is to rant and talk to someone

~Soda loves girls and loves dating, and so it’s sometimes hard to shake the feeling he’s only dating you to be in a relationship (and to some degree, it is- that’s how all Soda’s relationships start)

~It’s really hard to have a conversation with Soda about the future because he doesn’t want to even consider a world without you, and he gets very upset if you even imply you may not be together 

~Sodapop feels inadequate because you finished high school and he didn’t. He feels as though you’re smarter than him, like he’s holding you back and not good enough for you

~He feels even worse when you explain you don’t have to be good at school to be smart

~It’s an argument you can’t win, you just have to hold Soda and wait for the feeling to pass

~Soda just feels like he doesn’t deserve you, period. This type of insecurity makes a relationship harder than you would think, it results in a lot of feelings shoved down until he just explodes

~Soda is always going to worry you’re cheating on him 

~He hates himself for this, he knows you wouldn’t, but he can’t help himself after Sandy

~In terms of other people, Soda places you very close to his #1 priority

~This is hard on the gang, particularly his brothers and Steve

~They feel like all of Soda’s free time is dedicated to you, and that he doesn’t think of them first or even remember them sometimes

~All of the above happen very rarely, and by far the biggest problem in a relationship with Soda is arguments

~They don’t happen often, but you reconcile not long after they happen

~Basically, every argument you have with Soda is left unresolved because he won’t talk about the subject anymore 

~He’s afraid of fighting again so he shuts you down when you try to bring up the subject again

~This means you can never discuss the big important things: what your future looks like, why you don’t think Soda should fight, why Soda can’t completely trust you

~All in all, the root of problems in a relationship with Sodapop all come back to an insecurity from Soda about himself and a fear he has of losing you 

~As much as all these are hard, nothing is frequent and Soda always has you, your wants, and well-being as his number one priority; there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure you’re happy

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Hey incredible person! 💓 Can I get Hcs for either Pony or Soda where their s/o is SOFT AF ™️ but one day the s/o gets into a fight?

i’ll do both because i’m that amazing!!

ponyboy

honestly??? ponyboy is a softboi himself

he rarely gets into physical fights and doesn’t really like watching them

soft + soft = mega soft

is lowkey in awe that you fought someone???

doesn’t really want to show this because he’s SUPER concerned

we been knew that ponyboy is the ultimate protective boyfriend

kind of panics and spirals a TON

“so lemme get this straight. you? got in a?? fight???”

“yeah?”

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT OH MY GOD AHHHH DID ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN 

“ponyboy it’s fine”

“NO IT’S NOT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IDSKFJHKHF”

“ponyboy guess what”

“WHATAKJFHKDS”

“i kicked total ass”

“I KNEW YOU WOULD AND I’M ACTUALLY SUPER PROUD BUT THAT’S STILL SCARY AF”

relentlessly checks to see if you’re hurt or anything

wants to know all the deets of the situation

for example, who you fought, where you were fought, if you feel alright afterwards, who witnessed, how tough was it, y/n are you sure you feel alright after this, if anyone else was involved, etcccc……

it’s kind of overwhelming for the both of you but at the end of it all he cares for you more than anyone else in the world and vows to protect you until the day he dies

soda

wayyy more chill about it than he probably should be

“hahaha that is actually so rad babe i’m so proud of you”

he gushes all over you before actually checking to see if you’re all there or not

he doesn’t want to cramp your style or be overprotective/overly possessive or anything like that but deep down on the inside he is sCREAMING

wants to be subtle af about how worried he is

asks like one billions questions

“did you knock their shit? what am i saying, of course you did! who did you fight? was anyone else watching? where did it all go down? what in god’s name even prompted your pure ass to fight someone in the first place?”

“sodaaaa…”

tbh soda is a sucker for fights

thinks it’s really cute that lil ol’ you got into a big ol’ fight???

“words cannot express how much pride i feel towards you at this moment y/n”

“aww love u soda”

“i love u too”

lowkey turned on by the whole thing

i probably shouldn’t have put that in

ahh what the hell it’s 1 am anything goes

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sunscreen // sodapop curtis

a/n: i took this from a headcanon list i got from veggiestreehugger. while writing this (on my phone) autocorrect kept correction darry to daddy and tbh that isn’t wrong

warning: sodapop curtis + sunscreen ;)

It was a sunny Saturday July day. With half the gang having summer break and it being Saturday, we all decided to take a trip down to the beach.

“Alright kiddos, go wild!” Darry said, unleashing the pent up energy of the boys.

Before everyone could run off and do their thing, Sodapop yelled. “WAIT! THE SUNSCREEN!”

Now Sodapop Curtis does somewhat care for his looks, but he would find sunscreen absolutely bothersome to put on, especially since he doesn’t leave the water once he’s in it and strongly (and stupidly) believes that he cannot get a sunburn underwater.

Darry agreed with Soda and called (threatened) everyone back. Most of the boys quickly slapped on the sunscreen and quickly dashed away, but Sodapop Darry and I took our time.

“Hey, Y/N. Do you need help getting your back?” Soda asked.

A shy but still sly smile graced his face. Even though he tried to play cool, Sodapop’s cheeks burnt a bright red and so did the tip of his ears.

“Uh, yeah, sure go ahead.”

Soda quickly scrambled behind me and dumped way too much lotion onto his hand. He began putting it on my back and shoulders.

“I think you put too much lotion on your hand, Pop,” I said.

Soda scoffs. “You can never put too much lotion in your hand.”

For minutes Soda was rubbing my back, once in a while going quiet far down but then quickly shooting his hands back up when Darry gave him a glare.

One by one the boys came back, some making lewd comments about wanting to rub sunscreen on me too.

“Aw shut it guys. I’m just helping out Y/N from getting burned!” Soda whines.

Dallas, now laying on a towel in the shade chuckles to himself.

“Soda, man, well all know you just want to feel up Y/N.”

Annoyed Soda reached for the practically empty lotion bottle and throws it at Dallas’ head, hitting him square on the head.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds before Two breaks out into laughter, causing everyone else besides Dallas to join in.

“Ya know Soda, ya haven’t been in the water yet. How about I help you out with that, huh man?”

Noticing Dallas’ mischievous grin Soda quickly jumped up and ran (for his life) away from Dallas. Unlucky for him Dallas’ long legs and experience running from the fuzz he was caught quickly and dragged out to the shoreline. Steve and Two ran to help Dallas in his effort to “cool down” Soda.

After a half an hour of messing around in the water the boys come back and all fall to the ground in exhaustion. Soda fell onto my lap, his wet hair tickling my legs. He looked up at me with a wide grin and tired but happy eyes.

“I think the lotion washed off Y/N. I think ya need to put another layer on me,” he said with a wide grin.

I scoffed and held up the empty lotion bottle.

“There’s none left, but if you can find another bottle I’ll gladly butter you up.”

Eyes now set wide, Soda jumped up again and went on his way to find another lotion bottle.

a/n: imagine having the sodapop curtis rub lotion onto your body. none of us would survive and i wouldn’t mind that at all. again i’d like to point out that autocorrect kept correcting darry as daddy.

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Sodapop x Pastel Soc! hc's please?

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Soda had the biggest crush on you

You used to be his tutor

And you were just so nice

And you always smelled so good

And aaaaa

He walked around with a dopey smile on his face 24/7

But one day

You came into the dx

And he was able to get your number

So he called you that night

And he talked to you for three hours

Until Darry yelled at him bc he missed a woman calling him about a date so he had to get off

He tries really hard to get a date okay Darryneedsadate2k18

So right before he hung up

He asked you out to the movies :’)

You said yes

But then he was like crap I forgot I have the attention span of a goldfish cracker I can’t watch an entire movie

So he is fidgeting the entire length of the movie

Son can’t sit still

And you see this

And you’re like, let’s go and get some ice cream, it’ll be fun!

And his brain just goes

iCE CREAMMM

SO he drives you to the parlour

And you guys get ice cream

And he pays for you uwu

You guys go on a walk while eating your ice cream

And you pet some doggos

It’s real gr8

And he takes you back to his house

And you guys fall asleep on his couch while some romcom is on

Pony walks in on you :)

And he screams a bit

Oops

Welp

But you don’t mind, they all invite you for breakfast

Then you guys start dating

One time some hood screamed something really really vulgar at you

And you were horrified

Soda was so mad

He beat him up a bit

‘A bit’

He takes you to like, flower fields, you guys pick flowers and make flower crowns a lot

And wear them all day every day

Soc’s everywhere start to respect greasers somewhat bc he’s so nice?????

And they all love the two of you together???

Ahhhh

Same for the other social classes

Cuddling is the best

Just all the snuggles

All the time aaaaaaa

He really likes it when you let him do your hair

He tries really hard to do braids

One time he accidentally knotted the three sections together

Like knotted

It was bad

He almost had to get the scissors

He made you a cake to make it up to you

But then he accidentally set the house on fire

They had to get an all new stove

Darry was pissed

But everyone of his friends and brothers love you

Because you’re really nice and you don’t patronize anyone for being who they are just because you’re a soc

True loveeeeeee

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sodapop dating a short girl headcanons

this boi will literally make fun of you all the time

“hey there’s the baby gap, you need some new clothes?” headass

usually you’ll just roll your eyes but when he really gets on your nerves you pull out the silent treatment

that usually has him apologizing and begging for forgiveness lmao

but if anyone else tries to crack jokes?? nuh uh honey

one time steve made a joke and soda nearly knocked his teeth out

he really likes seeing you in his clothes because they’re huge on you

sometimes you wear one of shirts like a dress and nothing else

when he sees you like that it’s like he’s falling in love all over again

he’s really cautious and careful around you because he thinks you’re fragile

like if he’s trying to get past you, he’ll gently put his hands on your shoulders and move you aside

“sodapop i’m not made of glass you know”

“i know but yoURE JUST SO TINY”

he LIVES for seeing you try to get things off the top shelf

he will deadass put your stuff in the top shelf just to see you reach for it

one time you started climbing on the counter to reach it and he freaked out

“y/n what are yOU DOING NO NO NO”

he put his arms around you and put you back on the ground

“sodaaaaa”

“that’s too dangerous, no climbing for you”

he stops putting stuff on the top shelf after that

he makes fun of how small your feet and shoes are

“y/n, look!! a pair of your shoes fit in one of my shoes!”

he laughs so hard when you stand next to darry tho lmao

soda loves cuddling with you so much

if you’re spooning, he’ll literally envelop you with his chest

it makes him feel so protective and strong

if you’re cuddling on the couch, he loves when you’re on top of him

soda loves giving you piggy back rides and will constantly beg you to let him give you one

he lowkey loves seeing you mad because he thinks it’s really adorable

sometimes he’ll push your buttons just to piss you off a bit because he loves it so much

when he hugs you from behind it’s the best thing ever because he puts his chin on top of your head

when you kiss him, you have to stand on your tiptoes to reach his face

^^he finds this so cute

overall sodapop just loves having a short girlfriend jdjdjdkfnf

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fluff #15 for sodapop please? but she says it to him?❤

aww yay I haven’t written for my baby soda in a wee bit. I hope you enjoy lovey 💕💕

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Today had been an extraordinarily long day. But then again, everyday since Sodapop dropped out had been extraordinarily long. It was just one of those days, where you just felt like you were buzzing through thing after thing without a care. There was only one thing you actually cared to do, though. Which was visiting Soda after work.

So when school got out, you hurried towards your locker, shoving things in and taking other things out. You pulled your jacket on, (which was actually one of Soda’s that you stole) and headed on your way to the DX. You couldn’t seem to move fast enough. You were just in such a need to just be held, and you knew that Soda would gladly agree to holding you.

As the DX came into view, you wrapped your arms around your torso in an attempt to warm yourself up. You sped up a bit, and the closer you got, you soon saw that Soda wasn’t outside like he usually was. It was just Steve.

‘Maybe he’s inside.’ You thought, and soon Steve took notice to you approaching him. He wiped his hands on an old rag, stuffing it in his pocket as he leaned against the hood of whoever’s car he had been working on.

“Is Soda inside?” You questioned, tucking your hair behind your ear to stop it from blowing into your face. Steve shook his head.

“Went home, said he wasn’t feelin’ too hot,” he sighed, “strange - 'cause I know he could sure use the extra dough. I woulda gone with him, but hell, everyone knows I’m broke as is. Ain’t able to miss work now.”

You pursed your lips, biting on your bottom one as you began thinking. Soda seemed fine when you saw him earlier today, so maybe he just got a little cold or something?

“Guess I’d better go check on him,” you smiled sadly, “thanks Steve.”

Steve sat up from the hood of the car and turned to grab a car part off the ground. “ 'Course. Give Soda my best, tell him I’ll call 'em when I get off.”

You nodded, flashing Steve a smile before turning on your heel and heading to the Curtis house. As you walked, questions flooded your head. It wasn’t like Soda to leave work like that, especially when he needs the money as Steve had said. Plus, usually he’d tell you beforehand so you know. But he didn’t, and here you were, worrying like there weren’t bigger things to be worryin’ about. But Soda was the most important thing in your life. How could you not worry?

About fifteen minutes later and you found yourself st the gate of the Curtis house. Darry was walking out the front door as you opened the gate. He smiled as he saw you, but you could tell it was more of a 'He needs you.’ smile than anything.

“Hey Y/n, I’m headin’ to the store. Keep an eye on them for me, would ya?” Darry stopped you half way to the porch. You knew he was referring to Ponyboy and Soda. Not like they really needed much watching, they were both pretty good about this kind of thing.

“Sure thing, Darry. See ya.” You beamed, stepping past him and onto the front porch. You listened as Darry hopped in the truck and drove off before opening up the front door.

There on the couch sat Ponyboy, flipping through some book. He turned to look at you after hearing the door shut.

You ran a hand through your hair as you spoke, “Hey Pony, is Soda here?”

Ponyboy nodded, lifting his eyebrows. “Yeah, he’s in our room. Don’t know what’s got him all sulky like, but he’s just sittin in there doin’ nothin’.”

Your smile dropped, concern running through your mind and showing through your features. “Does this happen a lot?”

Ponyboy shrugged. “Sometimes. Never know why, though. Usually he won’t talk to me or Darry about it.”

You nodded solemnly, muttering a quick thanks to Pony before heading down the hallway and stopping in front of the bedroom door. You pressed your ear to the door, but heard nothing. So you knocked, softly at first and waited for a response. Nothing.

After a few more seconds of no reply, you twisted the cold door knob, pushing the wood door open into a darkened room - only a lamp by the bedside was on. Light from the hallway flooded in in a single bold stroke, landing directly where Soda lay on the worn mattress. You titled your head to the side, watching as Soda sat up, rubbing his eyes with a sigh.

“Sorry if I woke you.” You whispered, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. The room was once again nearly completely dark, with the exception of the yellow lamp light that illuminated you and Soda’s faces.

Soda sat up, his hair a mess and his eyes droopy and glassy. “It’s alright. Wasn’t sleepin’ too good anyways.” You could tell by the hoarse and scratchiness of his voice that he was both upset and tired.

Slowly, you made your way to the bed, taking of your shoes before sitting with your legs folded across from Soda. He looked down at his lap, playing with the hem of his white tee shirt between his fingers. You looked straight at him, your eyebrows pressed together in concern.

“What happened today? Steve told me you weren’t feelin’ too hot.” Soda’s shoulders tensed as you said this, and you realized automatically that this was lore than just physical. It was something mental.

“I dunno,” he whispered, avoiding your gaze, “guess I’ve just kinda had it.” His voice was gentle, and you felt as though you needed to meet his tone in order to get through to him properly. So that’s what you did.

“Had it with what?” You spoke softly, Soda meeting your eyes for a mere second before batting his back down to his hands.

“Me,” his voice cracked slightly, “carin’ so much. About how people think of me - about how I care about other people. Some of 'em don’t even care about me, yet I still care about them, and I wish I didn’t.”

You frowned, grabbing Soda’s hand gently as he wiped his eyes with the other one. You’d seen Soda cry a few times before - but never like this. It was never because he hated something about himself, and for sure not because he hated himself for caring so much. You said nothing, deciding it was best to let Soda talk and get everything out that he needed to.

“People think I’m soft or somethin’ cause I care. And I dunno, but just knowin’ that some of the people I care about dont care about me, it makes me wanna not care at all. It makes me hate that I care. I hate it, I really do. It’s dumb, I know.”

Soda stopped, sniffling softly. You decided now was a good time to step in.

“I don’t know what happened to trigger this, and you don’t gotta tell me, but I do know that I’ll never understand how you can hate that about yourself. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” You smiled sadly, tilting your head down to meet Soda’s eyes before continuing, “hell, if you didn’t care so much I don’t know what I’d do. You’re so sweet and understanding - all because you care. And yeah, I know that sometimes caring about people can hurt, but I promise you, no matter what, I’ll always care about you. Just as long as you promise never to lose that part of you that cares so much.”

Soda’s eyes finally met yours. They were red from crying, but beautiful and captivating as they always had been. He laughed sadly, lifting your interlaced fingers and bringing them to his lips, kissing them softly before bringing them back down.

“I promise.”

You smiled as he said this, pulling him into you. You gently kissed his cheek before resting your chin on his shoulder, cradling the nape of his neck. You placed a hand on his heart, feeling his heartbeat immediately comforting you.

Soda lay back down pulling you down onto his chest and covering you with some of the blanket. He wrapped his arms around you, and there the two of you lay, utterly and completely open and caring foreachother - until the two of you drifted to sleep in each other’s arms. There was no way you’d rather have it.

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he doesn’t go

pairing : sodapop curtis x female!reader

warnings : angst

summary : 

“you don’t know why it felt that way.

like somehow there was a before and an after. that was then, this is now.”

notes :

sorry. working on fluffier things.

as always likes/comments/reblogs spread love.

enjoy.

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drawing the curtains of your bedroom, with only the dim, flickering yellow light to distinguish the inside of the bedroom you shared, your laughter takes the room when sodapop curtis wraps his arms around you, lifting your skyward, spinning until your head can almost graze the ceiling and you can wrap your legs comfortably around his waist. your smile fades as you become one for observing his face, hardly enough time to admire his features the way they deserved, but enough to get a taste of how he is stunning, an estimate of how much he loves you from the way he gazes at you adoringly.

anyone who’d have seen it out of context could not have guessed how bittersweet it was, how eloquently final as he picked you up and loved you like he used to.

what? he still does. you don’t know why it felt that way.

like somehow there was a before and an after. that was then, this is now.

if you hadn’t known what was coming, you might have said that something as silly as a piece of paper stained with ink in a pattern of words couldn’t draw a line in one’s life, couldn’t change it. it’s the way you think when you’re young.

but you’re still young, there it is again.

that feeling that a damned letter changed the world, that it took your youth and your innocence.

you’re not crying right now– you are quite the crybaby – but you have cried for the letter far too much.

you’ve mourned before, you will mourn again. tonight, is just tonight.

so you allow yourself to sigh deeply, the way a young girl mad with love might, looking at her sweetheart. you take his shirt between your thumb and forefinger, feeling the soft fabric, trailing your eyes around his torso to memorize the way he wears it. you won’t miss this shirt, you will keep it.

wear it to sleep even, inhaling the scent as if he was still here. as if it was before.

tonight he is in the shirt, so you kiss him like you might any other time. you are afraid of a passionate kiss, what it will mean, what it will say.

because there is something to say, and neither of you will say it until the last second possible.

he places you down onto the hardwood again softly, you toes curling as the make contact with the cold bedroom floor. he walks over to his side of the bed– though you suppose they are both your sides now – and makes himself comfortable under the covers, and you watch his bicep flex as he reaches far to turn off the lamp by his nightstand.

“(name),”

it is only when his low, tired voice breaks the silence that you realize you must have been standing there, looking seemingly at nothing, for a few minutes now.

you did that now. after.

you would just stare away into nothingness, standing, sitting, or walking, but always staring.

soda had cried about it once, during a particular episode when he shook at you and shouted at you and you couldn’t seem to recognize his voice, to hear it at all. he’d said it was like you weren’t there. you can tell there is still fear living in him when he calls out to you now, silently praying you will listen. For him, tonight, in the shirt, you do.

you walk over to the opposite side, turning off your light and hardly hesitating before crawling onto the bed, toward him, snuggling against his side as your legs moved to wind around his beneath the covers. he kisses the top of your head, like before, and you turn away from him so he can warm you, so you can feel his breath on your neck and remember what it feels like.

it is silent for a few moments.

…

for a moment, as your tired eyes flutter closed, and your mind goes somewhere else, there is nothing special about tomorrow, or letters, or befores and afters.

then a scream rings out.

it pierces the entire neighborhood, agonizing and choked, likely mixed with a sob.

you might’ve both ignored it then, but this was now.

now your heart squeezed in panic, sitting up, making eye contact with soda as he ran his hand through his mussed hair. it was like the little bottle that carried the pieces of you heart cracked finally, and you are seconds from uncontrolled sobs, your hands shaking now, too.

“No! please, i beg you, please don’t take my baby,

…..

please,”

a mother, you think. her screams die down as a booming voice calls out to her, but her painful sobs remain. you can’t feel soda comforting you, running his hands along your arms soothingly, or hear your own raucous bawling.

you only hear when there’s a thunderous pounding on the front door of the home you have with soda. you feel soda moving to kiss your lips harshly, but you can’t respond, your eyes still opened and watching the door.

not a moment later, the screen door is bust open, wood frayed around its hinges.

they must be used to resistance and running from recruits, it’s why they have no patience.

it’s why they’ve come so early.

soda begins to move toward them, arms raised in surrender.

you could be in shock.

you see an angel of death kiss soda faintly on the lips

you don’t see that you’re clawing at him, breaking the skin you would never otherwise harm, leaving scratches that will be the only thing that reminds him of you until he can’t remember anything at all.

you don’t hear that you’re screaming bloody murder. 

soda’s warm space in the bed is already growing cold.

you won’t even keep the shirt.

letters will continue to haunt you, he will send them to you, and then he won’t.

soda doesn’t go to fight in the war

they take him.