#KEEP DALTON ALIVE

[dinosaurswant2rule]

@rosieblogstuff

You remember those roses you asked me for? Well here is the rest!

@csinickstokes

@panchostokes

This is more about Mac suffering because of Jack's fate, but I thought you might enjoy it. After all it's my take on the 'Grave Danger' episode :D The story continues ever on!

[secretaryunpaid]

Dahlia & Sam - daily texts...

Just before receiving her incoming video chat, his tablet chimed with a message. {mature language}

Dahlia knew he had an important meeting but had no cares other than her own needs... Based on her message, he naturally assumed she’d appear onscreen totally naked. In his haste, he answers the call instead of declining.

Thinking fast on his feet per usual, he tells her that he will call right back once the meeting adjourns, disconnecting and soon after sending his reply.

Which choice do you think he made? Why not a bit of both?

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Don't Fight It

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: angst, gun violence, murder, fluff

Request by @jessicalynnann: Dean standing by a window and he is a multi millionaire mob boss… any ways. Standing by the window with a glass of whiskey waiting for the reader who he keeps denying his feelings for…. Any ways her best friend calls says that someone is bothering the reader and won’t leave them alone. Well he rushes down and saves the reader after he finds her in the alley almost being attacked and then he confesses everything 😂☺️

Summary: You work for not only a successful businessman but also a man who does less than legal things in his spare time. He hopes to never have to bring you into that side of his life but when your ex makes an appearance, he has no choice but to use his deadly skills to get you out of trouble alive.

Square Filled: “it’s not an addiction. it’s a coping mechanism.” (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Never in your professional career have you ever been late except for today. Your car didn’t want to start this morning so you had to jumpstart it using a portable charger you had lying around from the last time your brother was staying with you. He claims he forgot it but you know he left it there intentionally. He’s always looking out for you whether you want him to or not.

You walk into work clutching your purse and water cup to your chest as you make your way to your desk. Due to the darkness coming from underneath your boss’ door, you assume he’s not in right now. Thank God. You don’t have to confront him after being late. You quickly get settled in and immediately pull up your emails to see what kind of day you’re going to have today.

As the personal assistant to the CEO of Winchester Industries, you always have a lot on your plate. There is seldom any time for yourself at work which is a good thing because that means the day goes by faster. You admire Dean for what he does and the impact he has made not only on the town you live in but in towns across America. He is involved with environmental technologies, medical devices, and the telecommunications sector. He cares so much about the environment that he develops equipment that helps farmers, medical devices mostly for animals, and strengthens the telecommunication sector across America.

He had an idea one day and decided to do something about it instead of waiting for someone else to do it. Now, he’s one of the richest men in the country because of it.

Speaking of the devil, when Dean walks out of the elevator, you’re already halfway through your emails.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he drawls.

“Good morning, Dean.”

“Hey, did you happen to get the contracts for--”

“Already on your desk.”

“What about the proposal for--”

“Already done, waiting for your seal of approval. I also have reached out to Phoenix Zoo and set up a Zoom meeting at ten since their medical equipment broke for their gorilla.”

Dean leans against your desk with a sexy smirk on his face. What you wouldn’t give to see that smirk behind closed doors. If you put aside the fact that you’re his personal assistant, there is one reason why you shouldn’t fall for a man like Dean Winchester. He’s a successful CEO but you know he’s involved with shady shit on the side. You’re not sure what his deal is but you know it isn’t legal. You turn a blind eye to the many times he’s come into work with bloodstains on his stark white shirt.

Maybe you should run. Any sane, logical person would but you’ve never been the one to listen to that side of you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Cry, maybe. This business would crumble without me.”

“Don’t I know it,” he chuckles.

“So, I have two interviews coming in today, both for the marketing department, Dalton Martinez wants to schedule a meeting with you, and--”

“How about this,” he cuts you off, “you take care of the interviews today and I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Okay.”

He walks into his office and you can’t help but watch him leave. He’s such a good-looking man that it’s hard not to fall for his charm. You tried asking what he does in his free time when you saw his bloody shirt for the first time but he refused to talk about it. You haven’t asked him about it since even though you want to.

The two interviews come and go and now you’re stuck at your desk replying to emails, drafting up contracts for Dean, and planning his next work trip. Right when the clock strikes twelve, Dean comes out of his office without his jacket on. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and you vermouth waters at the sight of his white shirt stretching across his broad chest.

“Hey, are you busy for lunch?”

“No.”

“Want to have lunch with me? I’ll be stuck in this office all day.”

“Sure,” you smile. You log out of your computer and grab your lunch bag from the fridge you have underneath your desk. You pass by one of the other ladies on the floor and she tsks when you approach her desk. “What?”

“Be careful not to get involved with him.”

“I’m not. It’s just lunch.”

You walk into Dean’s office who is standing by this floor-length windows with a glass of whiskey in hand.

“Don’t tell me that glass is your lunch.”

“No.” He walks over to his desk, reaches into the mini-fridge, and pulls out a meatball sandwich he made before coming to work. “So, tell me about your day.”

You eye the glass of whiskey on his desk. “Maybe we should talk about your day. Addiction can ruin someone’s life.”

“It’s not an addiction. It’s a coping mechanism.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I’d rather talk about you. Any plans this weekend?”

“I might need something stronger than water if I’m going to talk about that,” you chuckle.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

You get up and pour yourself a strong drink before downing it in one go. That will be a mistake later but you don’t care. You pour yourself another glass before sitting back down across from him.

“Let me know if this is unprofessional but I haven’t had a date in two years. In the last relationship I was in, he tried to have me killed. I come from very old money but I like to work hard for what I have instead of using what my family gives me every week.”

“I understand,” Dean nods, leaning back in his chair as he listens intently.

“When my ex-boyfriend found out about my money, he wanted it. He wanted to be rich and powerful, but I realized that all he ever wanted from me was money. I was done giving it to him so I broke things off which is when he tried to kill me. I tried to move on but he’s always there to ruin things for me. I kind of gave up on romance and having friends. So, the answer to your question is no, I don’t have any plans this weekend. He won’t let me.”

“What’s his name?”

“Like I’m going to tell you that,” you scoff. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re into some shady shit. I might not know what you do in your free time but I know it’s not legal.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about me. I can handle him, but it’d be really nice if I could just wake up one day and feel free.”

Dean leans forward and rubs his hands together. All he can think about is your life in danger and the mere thought sends him into a rage.

“Listen to me. I want you to call me any time of the day and I will help you if you need it.” You nod. “I need you to promise me.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Cherry is my safe word.”

You immediately choke on your water and almost spit it out on the ground. You cough as you try to regain your composure while Dean watches with an amused look.

“Excuse me?” you cough.

“When someone I know is in danger, they tell me cherry and I know to drop everything for them. That includes you, too.”

“I don’t think I’ll need it,” you clear your throat, “but I promise to use it if I do.”

The rest of the day goes by smoothly and without issue. Dean has been working hard to get everything done before his work trip to Europe, and you’re working hard to make sure he has everything he needs. He asked you to come but you haven’t given him an answer yet. A whole trip with Dean by yourself? That’s a mistake waiting to happen but it would be nice to go to Europe for a week.

Every day for the remainder of the week, you and Dean have lunch in his office and talk about anything and everything. If you didn’t know him as your boss, you two would have made such great friends… maybe something more. He’s leaving for Europe on Monday so you have at least three days to give him an answer on if you’re going or not. Everything will be paid for so all you have to do is show up at the airport at four in the morning if you want to go.

Maybe…

Friday comes around and you’re staying a bit later than normal to finalize everything he needs for his trip. It’s past eight when you finally get done and you shut your computer down for the weekend. Dean is still in his office when you leave, and you head to the carport where your car is. You’re looking at your phone and not paying attention when someone steps in your way. You stop feeling a set of eyes on you and you look up to see your ex-boyfriend at the entrance of the carport.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no see,” he grins.

You immediately turn and head back to work when you see two of his friends blocking that way. The only way you’re going to get out of this is to use the alleyway next to the building. If you can cut through it, you’ll be on the other side of the carport where your car is. You might be able to make it if you’re quick. Elijah must know what you’re going to do because he starts walking over to you. You jump into action and sprint into the alley with your phone clutched in your hand.

Cherry! Cherry! CHERRY!

You almost run into Elijah because you’re texting Dean, and you nearly fall on your ass while stumbling away from him.

“Why are you running from me? I just want to talk.”

You look behind you and see his two friends right blocking the only other way out of the alley. You turn back to Elijah and notice something black glinting in his hands. He has a gun. Your heart starts to race but you force yourself to keep a clear head.

“What do you want, Elijah? I made myself clear the last time I saw you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Please leave.”

“I will when you give what you owe me.”

“What I owe you?”

“You know the trouble you caused the day you left me? You know me pretty well so you know I don’t tolerate bratty behavior. I think two million dollars will make me forget how you left me. Right, boys?”

One of his friends steps to your back and you freeze in fear when you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Look at her, Eli, she looks like she’s about to cry,” he grins.

“She’s always been a crybaby.”

“I don’t have what you’re asking. Just leave me alone.” His friend grabs your hand and yanks your head back. “You son of a bitch!”

“Give me what I want and I’ll get out of your hair,” Elijah says and steps closer to you.

“Until you need your next fix, huh? Bite me,” you growl.

His friend lets your hair go and steps back to allow Elijah to deal with you.

“Leave her alone.”

All four of you look at the entrance of the alley to see Dean standing there with a deadly look on his face. He came. He got your message and he’s here. You’re scared that Elijah is going to hurt him even though Dean doesn’t seem the type to be scared of a gun.

“Beat it, old man,” Elijah growls.

“I don’t think you heard me,” Dean chuckles. “Get. Away. From. Her.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Elijah waves his gun around and you stiffen in fear. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with so just leave before you get put into a body bag.”

“It’s you who will leave in a body bag. Not me.”

Dean takes out a gun from his suit jacket and points it at Elijah. Your ex panics and jumps behind you to use you as a shield, and he presses the barrel of the gun into the side of your head.

“Yeah? What about now?”

“Dean,” you whimper in fear.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m very good at what I do.”

“Get back! I’ll shoot her!” Elijah yells. “She’ll be dead and it’ll be because of you!”

Dean aims his gun at Elijah and pulls the trigger. The shot causes both of his friends to scatter knowing you’re not worth the trouble. Blood sprays on your neck just as you scream in terror. Elijah’s grip on you loosens and he falls back onto the ground. You’re about to fall yourself but Dean is quick to catch you. You’re shaking like a leaf in his arms, and he uses the sleeves of his white shirt to wipe the blood off your neck.

“You’re safe, sweetheart.” You look around frantically, having not heard him. “You’re in shock right now but you’re safe. I didn’t shoot you.”

“What?” you ask and finally look at him.

“I didn't shoot you. You’re safe. He will never bother you again.” You try to look at your ex on the ground behind you but Dean grabs the sides of your face to stop you from doing so. “I told you, I’m very good at my job.” You put your head on his chest and cry, and he smooths down your hair. “Do you live alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Not tonight, you won’t. You’ll stay with me.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Thank you,” you say as Dean is bringing you back to his office.

“You don’t ever have to thank me. I will always be here if you need me.”

Yeah, falling for him is inevitable. It’s going to happen whether you want it to or not so may as well run with it instead of fight it.

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[lowkeyrobin]

Hey pookie😽I’d like to request headcanons for the mcyts with an actor/actress s/o.<3 Especially how they’d react to any emotional scenes or if the character that their s/o played dies, im craving some angst right now lol

Ly😻

oooo okay okay ; I'm still very much burned out but unable to give myself a damn break so I apologize for these being so short ; I also named movies to get some inspo so sorry if you don't know any/some of them lol

ALSO!! I'm gonna rework my oneshot links on my masterlist so beware any changes lol

MCYT ; actor reader with death scenes

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity

warnings ; language, talk about death, gore & violence

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you played a character in evil dead rise, which tommy got really attached too even though you got like 10 minutes of screen time

genuinley started sobbing and laughing at the same time bc your death was so sad to him for some reason yet so cool and bloody

he looks over at you, jaw dropped like "wtf?"

there's actually tears streaming down his cheeks 💀💀💀

you post a pic of him crying on ur ig story and caption it "he's sad I died"

he logs back into his old letterboxd account to rate it 5 stars

his explanation is "my partner died but good movie. I almost cried again seeing the monster thing at the end though"

RANBOO

you had a little cameo in a quiet place pt2

basically your character was alive for a while and helping out the abbotts until you died saving reagan from one of the death angels

she obviously couldn't hear one behind her and your character had to lunge and save her and sacrifice themselves on the island that she ran off too iykwim

like your character went off with her to keep her safe + you died during that chase/fight scene at the end

ran nearly broke down into tears because you got a solid two hours of time in that movie for all that buildup and shit

TO DIE TOO

they started crying a bit cause like ???

literally gave you an award (a massive hug) for your incredible acting skills bc damn

FREDDIE BADLINU

insidious the red door goes crazy

you bond with dalton at college and help him float around and shit

the demon doesn't like that you're helping him whatsoever so it drags your character into the further

the whole kill is done with you exploring the further for a moment, being hunted down by prey and then jumpscared by the demon

it's not a very emotional death but it scares the fuck out of Freddie

"wait, oh my God, they'll never be able to talk to Dalton about supernatural stuff again! what the hell?"

the death was pointless and for a jumpscare but he couldn't care, he enjoyed watching you on the screen

NIKI NIHACHU

you were in the forever purge

you play a very obviously queer & pro-human rights character who's shit on by all the rich, conservative, ranch owning Texans in the movie

you basically had to sacrifice yourself trying to get to the border in time

in the city scene, you get killed as a protection sacrifice

no way you were letting adela die

niki literally started crying bc there was no reason for your character to give up their life but they did anyways

you were such a w the whole movie and she can't help but rant about that as well

she gives you a round of applause at the end cause like that was a damn good performance cmon now

ALEX QUACKITY

alex is never watching any terrifier movie ever again holy fuck

you skipped over the first one bc you couldn't even watch it again and went to the second because you were in it

he was actually on edge the whole movie

what the hell do you mean you were cut in half??? wtf is this?? saw???

he actually almost puked LMAO

you were laughing the whole time your death was playing

"WHAT THE HELL WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?? THIS UGLY CLOWN IS KILLING MY PARTNER"

"that mf doesn't know you Alex, I do"

"Okay whatever"

[starlost97]

— muse.

summary: Charlie found the muse he needed to his most personal love poems.

tags: almost? a smut, abstract, worshipping, gn!reader.

characters: Charlie Dalton, Mr. Keating (mentioned).

warnings: insinuations of a smut?, very abstract, reader's clothing is not specified (only the material).

a/n: so sorry for taking so long! I got sick in the middle of writing this (not I-have-a-cold sick, more like throwing-up-food-from-a-decade-ago kind of sick) so it took me way more than it needed to. I might rewrite this later but I didn't want to keep the person who requested waiting any longer!

word count: 443.

requested?: yes!

Charlie Dalton never expected to still nurture such love for poetry even after finishing school. His room in college was full of books about "the biggies", as Mr. Keating loved to call. Not only that, but some works of his own too.

He loved to surprise other people, it didn't matter how. It could be by playing the saxophone or showing how weirdly broad his vocabulary was.

However, his poetry was something that few people had the honor to listen.

Sure, he had shown some random things he wrote in class, but the ones that he truly poured himself in it were guarded to the deserving only.

And you were definitely one of them.

When he saw you alone, sitting at the barstool, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. His knees almost failed him, and with that only he already had the beginning to the poetry inspired by the masterpiece of you.

He watched you for a while, getting jealous of the silky cloth around your torso and how it slided around your waist.

Charlie didn't remember how he approached you, because when his lips touched yours, everything else didn't matter anymore. His hands were on your body and he felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the second.

As he removed the fabric from your body, his breath was mercilessly taken away from him. Not only because his lips weren't on you anymore, but also because your heavenly curves were much more that he could ever imagine.

His mouth was soon brushing against your skin again, and each sound gained from you made his whole body ache for more.

"It's ridiculous how obsessed I already am." He muttered, pressing his lips against your skin, feeling your scent. "Are you a witch or something like that?"

"I might be." You joked, gaining a smile in response.

It didn't last much, however. Charlie was more focused on grazing his lips all over you, leaving some kisses behind as a way of showing his appreciation. It was his way of thanking you for blessing him with the power to worship you.

Something that he definitely didn't take it for granted on that night, under the weak light of the tiny unisex bathroom hidden inside a cheap bar, thrilled with the risk of getting caught.

The most unexpected place to find his muse.

But isn't that the beauty of love?

It makes us feel alive.

Charlie maybe didn't love you yet on that night, but he loved being passionate over you.

He loved so much that he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to live without it.

And he wasn't going to find out.

[clemkruckinnie]

pitseleh-d.lambert

chris calls you at exactly 130 in the morning.

you’d been awake, of course; your homework wasn’t gonna do itself, and you always found that you worked better at night anyway.

being best friends since middle school had always had it’s advantages. you two knew each other inside and out, and she’d never call you this late unless-

“something’s wrong.” you answer the phone, hearing booming music and a familiar voice trying to yell over it in the back.

“i hate that you already-“

“is that y/n???”

“give it-“

“i’m fine!”

it’s a very exasperated dalton on the other end, having seemingly wrestled chris’ phone away from her.

“hi, dalton.” you greet him. “can you give chris the phone?”

“no, i’m-chris, please!”

“he’s drunk and i can’t babysit anymore. can you please watch him and make sure he doesn’t asphyxiate?”

she cuts you off before you can object. “listen, you’re already gonna be awake most of the night. i know you. it’s something to do, at least—“

“okay.” you relent, shutting your laptop. “just get him here in one piece and i’ll take care of him.”

“i love you.” chris sighs, “like truly, genuinely, i will propose to you right now. cmon, dolphin-yes, we’re going to y/n’s—“

the call cuts off, and you flop against your bed, staring at your ceiling.

you’d opted to live off campus, working in the bookstore to pay for your apartment. it was small, and your neighbors were loud, and the walls were thin, but it was home.

chris would stay with you often before she started school, having been a year younger than you, wanting to get acclimated to the college town before she moved there. since she’d become friends with her roommate, he’d often join you two, rounding out your duo into a trio.

dalton was quiet, but kind, a talented artist with some unresolved trauma you’d never judge him for if he chose to divulge. you liked him, but it always felt like there was a wall up between you two, one he wanted to break through but couldn’t.

you’re jolted from your thoughts by a sharp knock at the door. standing up from the couch, you open the door, chris dragging dalton in by his hand.

“thank you so much.” she sighs, getting the door shut behind him as he flops down onto your couch.

“i feel fine.” dalton complains, “you don’t have to babysit me.”

“oh yes she does!” chris cuts him off. “you almost hurled twice on the way here, and i have work in the morning. i can’t keep you alive and sleep at the same time.”

“dal, it’s okay. i’ll get you a bowl, you can crash on the couch, we’ll put a movie on or something. it’ll be fun.” you assure him.

“go sleep.” you direct your attention to chris, “we’ll be okay.”

she leaves you with a quick hug and another thank you, promising to bring you your favorite takeout when she comes home from her shift tomorrow, and you’re left alone with a slowly sobering up dalton on your couch.

“you okay?” you ask him earnestly, wrapping your cardigan around yourself. “i can get you a blanket, or-“

“you’re okay. i’m just admiring the place.”

“you’ve been here before.”

“yeah, but i’ve never really looked at it.” dalton explains. “it’s..warm. i like it.”

you shrug. “i kind of just threw blankets and string lights up everywhere and kinda hoped for the best.”

he laughs, soft but bright, and your stomach flips in the best possible way.

“i only had like 2 shots, just so you know.” dalton explains. “chris is just-“

“worried.” you cut him off. “yeah, i know. she’s just like her mom. always concerned for everyone.”

dalton nods. “you two are close.”

“she’s like the one person who’s always been there for me.” you explain, joining him on the couch. “best friends since kindergarten and first grade.”

“i’m jealous.” dalton admits. “i never really made friends like that.”

you shrug. “i mean, we kinda adopted you.”

dalton shakes his head. “she’s my roommate. she just wants to be nice-“

“if she’s just being nice then why did she bring you over here?” you object. “she was worried about you, dalton, you don’t worry about people you don’t care about.”

dalton looks at you, taking in what you’d just told him.

“i don’t let people i don’t care about into my space, just so you know.” you add. “i’ve worked hard making this little shithole feel like home. you’re always welcome in it.”

dalton nods, not meeting your eyes.

“hey.” you grab his hand. “something’s up.”

he looks at you, big blue eyes staring through you, not at you.

“i don’t know how to do this.” dalton admits.

“do what?”

he pauses for a second, still looking at you. then, he brings your hand up to his cheek, holding your palm against his face.

“dalton-“

he leans in, kissing you in a way so gentle, so sweet that it would make your knees buckle had you been standing up.

when he pulls back, you open your eyes to his already staring at you, a world’s worth of emotion in them.

you smile, moving your other hand so you’re cradling his face, brushing his cheekbones with your thumbs.

you kiss him again, and feel the warmth he’d been talking about earlier spread through your chest.

[lambertdiary]

Under The Influence

A/N: Hey! So this is was requested originally to @fluentmoviequoter: "Hii I'm utterly in love with your writing and I have a request for dalton ♡♡ basically he tries weed for the first time because he heard it help with sleeping sometimes. But he had too much and doesn't understand how he feels so he calls reader and is rambling on the phone then actually tells the reader he had weed and he wants company because he hates being alone. And then he just basically is like touch starved and is asking reader to play with his hair, hold him, play with his hands, and then he just ends up confessing his feeling for reader. If any of that makes sense 😘😘😘" unfortunately, they don't take this type of requests but when i read this i was absolutely obsessed with the idea so i knew i had to write it! i’ve never done weed so i’m sorry if this is not accurate. also i downloaded the entire movie just to get this gif, it was totally worth it. anyway pls let me know what you think!

Word count: 2.1+

Warnings: drug use, language

MASTERLIST  ✩  SEND ME A REQUEST

Dalton wasn’t the type to draw on drug use at all, but the sleepless nights were getting to him. The stress of school, his social life and the basics of keeping himself alive were enough, he didn’t wanna deal with constant weariness on top of all of that.

A few days prior, he overheard a few of his classmates talking about smoking weed before going to bed, they said it helped them relax or sleep better so as soon as he went back to his dorm he did a little research. Turns out they were right.

He couldn't stop thinking about it, especially at night when he couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, not for a long period of time anyway. His problem was so bad he saw it as a success if he slept for two hours, so he knew he needed to consider his options. And right now, he was straight up curious to try a little pot.

He didn’t know how or where to get it, but he knew someone who did.

“Come on, Chris, just this one time” He begged, putting his hands together and giving her his best puppy eyes.

“Ugh, fine” She replied annoyed “But don’t be weird about it”

“I won’t, I promise” Dalton watched excitedly as Chris pulled out her phone and sent out a text.

“What are you gonna do anyway? Paint something on acid?”

“No, just sleep” He simply said.

Chris looked at Dalton again, visibly confused “What? That’s how you’re gonna waste it?”

“No, I’m not gonna waste it, I just heard it helps with sleep so I wanna give it a try” Dalton explained almost offended, scratching his neck nervously as Chris stared at him.

“Right” She replied slowly “Do you have a pipe or something to smoke with?”

Dalton’s eyes wandered around his room “No” He didn’t really think about the preparation process.

“Well, get one” She snapped “Or I guess I can lend you one of mine if I can get your stuff for tonight”

“Tonight?” He blurted out in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s not like you asked for world peace here, relax” She stood up and started to walk out of Dalton’s dorm “I’ll let you know later though, don’t miss me too much” She said before closing the door.

Dalton pulled out his laptop and started watching videos on how to use the smoking device and other basics on how to do it for the first time. It didn’t seem too crazy, definitely nothing special, it was for a reasonable purpose anyway.

The hours went by and he kept himself busy with school work, but that didn’t stop him from checking his phone every five minutes, hoping to see Chris’ name on the screen. Nothing yet, but maybe it was for the best.

It was now nighttime and as he got a hold of his phone, he was about to text his friend asking for an update, maybe he was still on time to cancel his unusual request, but before he could open their chat he heard the door swing open.

Dalton jumped and rolled his eyes “I thought we talked about using that key…”

“Hey! Be nice, I got you a present” She squeaked, pulling a little bag out of the pocket of her hoodie.

Dalton didn’t know how to react, he thought he was excited but now he was having doubts “I… thank- thank you” He stammered. 

“Are you okay? You don’t seem thrilled about the weed you practically begged for” Chris sat on the free bed across from Dalton.

“No, I am. I’m just a little nervous, I guess” He replied, brushing his feelings off with a chuckle. He took the bag from Chris’ hand and examined it.

“You'll be okay” She dropped a few more things on Dalton’s hands, a pipe and a lighter “Now, you are gonna need these, after grinding it-”

“I know how to do it” 

“Ooh… I’m impressed” Chris teased and Dalton rolled his eyes again “Well, I hope the tutorial you found is good cause I’m gonna need these back” Standing up, she walked towards the door “Now if you excuse me, I have a bag of my own that’s not gonna go to waste” She turned around to give Dalton one last look “Go crazy, but don’t be stupid”

“Thank you!” He yelled before Chris shut the door behind her.

He went back to the video and did exactly as the guy explained. After having the grounds ready he thought about the possible outcomes, but honestly getting a full night of sleep didn’t sound so bad. Unsure on how much he should smoke, he poured the contents of the bag and packed the pipe, carefully so as to not drop anything. He held it for a moment, debating whether or not he should actually do it.

‘Fuck it’ He though to himself before grabbing the pink lighter.

He brought the pipe up to his lips and applied the flame to the end of the bowl, inhaling like in the video. He coughed after the first time, but he kept doing it, the coughs decreasing with each puff. He did it one last time and he felt… nothing, really. Was he doing it wrong? Was he scammed? He decided to give it another puff just to make sure. Still nothing.

Defeated, he dropped everything on his desk and proceeded with his bedtime routine. Grabbing his essentials for a shower, he stepped out of his room and into the communal showers. He wanted to take his time but the lack of privacy made it impossible for him to relax, so he quickly did his thing and after he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stared at himself in the mirror. Did he always feel this nauseous after a shower?

“Hey, how is it going?” Some random dude greeted him as he entered the room.

‘Oh no, does he know I just smoked something?’ Without saying a word, he swiftly walked back to his dorm, feeling the judgy eyes on him. Opening the door he noticed the smell of his room, it was so strong he was worried the entire building knew about this. He opened a window to ventilate the space but when a random headache hit him, he closed it again. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, feeling anxious. What if this was his last day on earth and he was just alone in his room? 

Dalton: Hey, are you up?

Dalton texted one of his friends, Y/N. If there was someone he needed to see before dying it was her. He kept his eyes on his screen as he waited for a reply. After a minute of not getting one he grew impatient and hit the call button instead.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No, don't worry, I’m doing some last minute homework, you know how it is” Y/N chuckled, putting her pen down for a moment.

“Right” Dalton replied in a whisper.

“Why? What’s up?” Y/N stood up and stretched her legs, she had been sitting there for a while and her body was aching.

“I… have a situation”

“Is everything ok?” She sounded a little worried.

“I’m okay…” He stopped for a moment, not sure if he wanted her to know what he had done, honestly he just wanted to see her.

“What is it then?” She insisted.

“Promise me you won't laugh” Dalton sat up and he felt himself get dizzy again. 

“Dalton, just tell me”

“I had a little bit of weed” He finally admitted.

“What?” Y/N was in pure shock, she never thought of Dalton as a stoner.

“It's not what you think, I heard it helps with sleeping and you know my situation, uh- when it comes to that so-”

“So you had weed on a school night?” She interrupted him.

“Y/N-” 

“Sorry, uh- are you okay?” She tried to be supportive but it was hard when she had so many questions.

“Come over”

“Right now?”

“Please”

“Um- I don't know…” She hesitated looking back at her unfinished homework.

“What if I die tonight? You would feel really guilty you didn’t come over” Dalton heard Y/N sigh on the other line and he knew for a fact she was rolling her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Y/N finally agreed “Fine, but don’t die” She hung up and grabbed a few things before leaving her dorm. It was a really short walk and she didn’t think she would stay there for too long. 

When Dalton heard the confirmation from Y/N, he quickly stood up and looked through his drawers, trying to find something to wear. He was feeling hot (even though he just took a cold shower) so he decided on a tank top and shorts. His head was still spinning and unfortunately lost his balance as he finished getting dressed, but immediately got back on his feet when he heard the door.

Knocking a couple of times, she heard the loud thud coming from inside, followed by steps getting closer to the door.

“Thank you for coming” Dalton said as he opened the door.

“Are you ok-” She was interrupted by Dalton’s embrace “Oh”

They closed the door after fully entering the dorm and Y/N took Dalton’s hand, dragging him across the room to make him sit on the bed “Jesus dude, open a fucking window, I could smell this from the entrance” She joked as she struggled to open it.

“You could?” Dalton’s eyes widened and Y/N suppressed a grin, something in the softness of his voice made her heart skip a beat, completely oblivious to her own feelings. 

“How much did you have?” She then examined his desk, looking at the empty bag and the mess of burned grounds around the pipe.

“Like, the whole thing”

Y/N turned her head to look at him again “You’re kidding”

“What?” He anxiously asked.

“Dalton, you smoked this entire bag?”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“Dude-”

“Chris didn’t say anything about how much I should have so-”

“Chris gave you the weed?”

“Well… yeah, but I asked for it”

“And I take it you’ve never done this before” Dalton shook his head slowly, reaching for Y/N and taking her hand forcing her get closer, he opened his legs so that Y/N could comfortably stand between them, and as Dalton embraced her again, Y/N’s hands went to his wet hair and started brushing it with her fingers.

“I’m not feeling very good” He whispered against her.

“Yeah, I bet” She then grabbed Dalton’s head and made him look up at her, keeping her hands on the sides of his head “But you’re not gonna die, this is gonna wear off, you just have to give it time”

“Alright” Y/N chuckled at how Dalton looked like a lost puppy “I wanna lay down”

Y/N climbed on Dalton’s bed and positioned her back against the wall, helping Dalton get comfortable as he softly collapsed on her lap “So, who told you to try weed before bed?”

“No one, I heard some kids talking about it in class” He explained, closing his eyes “I didn’t want this to happen, I just- I wanted to actually sleep through the night and not feel like I was a walking corpse the next day… Well, now I would prefer that, weed does NOT make me feel relaxed at all”

Y/N smiled again. She never would’ve thought someone’s rambling could be so… endearing “I can see that, next time try to take it slow”

“Nuh uh, I’m never doing this again” He stated, using a firm tone.

Her eyes looked down at him with affection, stroking his soft hair as he rested his own eyes. And despite what he just said, he looked peaceful for the first time in a while.

“Y/N” He said softly, blinking his blue eyes open and looking at her. Whatever kind of effect he was on at that moment, he knew for sure it wasn’t from the weed.

“Mhm” Y/N hummed, smiling down at him.

“Y/N” He repeated, slower. He lifted his hand and it landed on her cheek, bringing his thumb up and down as he brushed her soft skin. She panicked as she realized what he was about to do.

He opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything Y/N quickly stopped him “If you’re going to confess something, I would very much prefer you didn’t do it under the influence of weed”

His face turned red and he closed his eyes to try to hide the embarrassment “As you wish”

[ash5monster01]

Getaway Camp : Three

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: language, mentions of loss, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, fluff

Summary: Charlie’s survived orientation week and finally has the weekend to himself before campers arrive. The real worry is if he’ll survive Valerie within that time.

word count: 3.5k

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Two ←→ Four

June 9th 1961

Somehow Charlie survived the rest of orientation week. Much to his luck not all of it was spent with Valerie. After their water safety lessons he was left to collaborate with the other three rowing instructors. Establish what equipment was his own, what his weekly schedule would be, and what group guests could sign up for to receive his services. Other than the few times he’d pass the main swimming dock while out with his fellow instructors he’d see her. Every time she’d smile and wave from her post, all tan long legs and bright white teeth. He had almost dropped his ore twice just trying to wave back.

It had been so long since he had rowed he found himself getting up early every morning just to feel the strain of his muscles and the pain on his palms. He had given himself callouses he hadn’t had in over a year but the pain felt nice. It felt like he was back at Welton, just like it was when Neil was still alive. This early schedule was also able to keep him away from late night partying. He’d attend a campfire, get a little to lost in the scent of Valerie’s perfume, and then snap back to reality and go back to his cabin. She pouted every time but he promised her he’d stay when the weekend finally came and they were off duty.

The only thing he didn’t count on was the weekend approaching so fast. Now it was Friday night and he was making his way back from the lake with the next two days off before guests were to arrive. No way he was avoiding his plans with her tonight even though he so desperately wanted to. It wasn’t that he didn’t find Valerie attractive or interesting, in fact it was the complete opposite. He came to this camp to have a summer to himself, to discover who he was, and instead found a girl he previously could only dream existed. Her beauty, her confidence, her charm, she was hand crafted for him and worst of all clearly showed interest in him as well. How could he possibly allow himself to get close to her not knowing who he was and knowing there was a possibility he could leave for classes at the end of summer and never see her again?

It was getting harder and harder to not want her because every time he looked at her, all he wanted to do was kiss the hell out of her. The perfect and permanent pout on her plump pink lips. The sparkle in her hazel green eyes. The wild way her brunette hair curled and frizzed in the summer sun. Even just the sound of her voice, the deep sultriness had him in a daze. She was charismatic and funny, he loved the way she teased him, and how beautifully she could tell a story. Worst of all she was wicked smart and he had a thing for smart girls after all the years in formative school. Plus he was past the point of tricking dumb girls into a trap, he wanted something real. Valerie was more real than he ever expected.

“Hey man” Charlie nodded at Andy as he stepped into the shared cabin. The boy was pulling a button down shirt over his shoulders, something nice for the partying ahead of them.

“Hey, how was the lake?” his roommate asked and Charlie shrugged, flopping down onto his own bed and briefly hoping he could squeeze in a cat nap before any festivities he had to join in on.

“As it always is, going to the hide out tonight?” Charlie questioned, trying to change the topic as he crossed his arms over his chest and tried to close his eyes.

“Maybe, I was kinda hoping to see Alice tonight” Andy answers and Charlie’s eyes open, knowing the girl from his brief interactions and how she always followed around Valerie’s group of friends.

“You’re gonna go for it?” Charlie questioned, sitting up and suddenly intrigued. He hadn’t stayed up late enough to see anything go down amongst the group but he did know Valerie was quite good at directing Nate in Chrissy’s direction instead of Alice. Charlie wasn’t sure who Alice fancied out of the group and figured she only hung out for her roommate Mia.

“Maybe, nothing good happens in the hideout. At least to me anyway, plus as far as I’ve heard, Nate has left her alone. I might actually have a chance” in this short week with Andy, Charlie had learned he was kind of a dork. He wasn’t necessarily shy but he didn’t hold any of the self confidence Charlie had too much of in a lifetime. For a moment, he looked just like Todd and Charlie’s heart clenched.

“You definitely have a chance. Just talk to her and I’ll be there if you need any advice. She seems super nice, if you’re nice to her nothing could go wrong” Charlie says, wearing a smile that shows the honesty he’s giving him and Andy blushes only slightly, turning his head and trying not to think about his future lame attempts at flirting with the girl.

“Oh you’re actually gonna be there, probably attached to Valerie’s side I bet” Andy snorts, reaching for some cologne and spritzing it on himself in attempts to not smell like bug spray and sunscreen. Charlie rolls his eyes, turning to lay back against the bed.

“I’m not attached to her side” he says to convince himself or Andy, he isn’t sure. Andy just shakes his head, moving to his bed to dig for the bottle of vodka he had stashed underneath.

“Hey man, I don’t blame you. Valerie’s pretty great, like one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met. It’s just weird seeing her actually take interest in someone” Andy says and this peaks Charlie’s curiosity once more.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he queries as Andy pours some of the vodka into his water bottle, clearly finding solace in some good old liquid courage before speaking to the girl.

“You don’t think a girl like that just stays single on accident right? She’s like the most sought after girl at camp, I hear about her even when I’m out of town. She’s never had a thing with anybody and she’s always surrounded by those three body guards of hers. The fact she’s dragging you along now has majority of us surprised” Andy explains like it’s so simple, and it probably was to camp goers who were used to knowing everything about everyone around here.

“Great, so I’m in for it” Charlie muttered, hands clasping behind his head as he thought of the fact he just got a crush on a girl that never crushes on anybody. What a scam.

"I wouldn't say that. In fact I'd say you're the lucky one. The guy that finally caught the most sought after girls attention. Guys who aren't even interested in Valerie have tried just to see if they're the exception. Who would've thought a random summer volunteer would be" Andy says with a shrug, taking a swig of the vodka and instantly twisting his face at the burning taste.

"She's really never dated around here? Not even a hookup? I've been here a week and I already know people go at it like bunnies" Charlie says with a sigh, wishing he had his own liqour bottle to take away some of the sting he is currently feeling. He shouldn't be, this is what he wanted. To not fall for a girl he wouldn't be able to keep. Her having no interest should be saving his ass, not having him drowning in self pity.

"Well there was always rumors about her and Levi, sporratic sightings in the hide out, but nothing ever confirmed. I just think they're close so I never really believed them" Andy says with the nonchalant shrug of his shoulders but Charlie's stomach drops. Even if it wasn't ture, Levi was a good looking guy. Nearly twice the size of Charlie and all toned and tanned musces. Valerie spent every day with him in tiny red swim trunks and flexing his huge biceps for everyone to see. He was the kind of meat head Charlie would've hated if it wasn't for the fact Levi was extremely nice. Suddenly he was even more sick about that, because what reason would Valerie have to not be with him. Charlie was just a preporatory school burnout with daddy issues and emotional trauma. He didn't have any stand beside a guy like Levi.

"I don't know if I would refer to myself as the lucky one" Charlie says and Andy snorts, tucking the vodka bottle away and keeping his small surplus tucked to his side. Charlie glanced at the time on his wirst watch and realized that cat nap was probably out of the question.

"No matter what you are, don't be an idiot. The girl likes you, it's summer, have fun" and as simple as his room mates words sound they resonate with him deeper than he expected. It was summer, his first summer away from home in fact, and the first summer he was proclaimed an adult. He could spend time with Valerie, get to know her, find out what she tastes like, and still do what he came here to do. He had all the power for the first time in his life and the fact this realization is hitting him now suddenly makes his stomach twist.

"It's been a long time since I had fun" Charlie mutters, recalling a hopeful and young version him from a year and a half ago that was so excited to explore the world with his newfound freedom. That Charlie would be disappointed to see the version of him now. One who forgot the power he actally now held.

"Hey, I'll see you out there and don’t worry. I'll be there if you need any advice" Andy mimics Charlie words back with a wink and Charlie chuckles just as the boy escaped out the screen door of their cabin, water bottle locked and loaded for a night trying to get the girl. What was once something Charlie was trying to avoid but as the realization of his adult freedom settles in he’s scrambling to find an outfit that actually looks good.

He wastes nearly a half hour until he’s settled on a green button down and some shorts. He won’t admit he borrowed some of Andy’s cologne and for the first time since he’s been here he actually puts some gel in his hair to keep it pushed back from his forehead. He knows it won’t hold in the humidity or nervous sweat he was currently sporting. Just for the first time since meeting Valerie he was actually quite nervous about how it would go. To think that within 24 hours of meeting her he was so confidently flirting with her and asking for a kiss. What was he to be nervous about now?

“Ace! What’re you doing in here?” Valerie yells through the screen door, her hands slamming on either side. Charlie nearly jumps, gasping as she lets herself in. Suddenly feeling the tension he unbuttons another button on his shirt.

“I’m getting ready since someone is so desperate for me to be social” he tells her and Valerie grins, leaping onto his bed and tucking her hands under her head just like he did not that long ago. He takes a moment to admire her legs in her jean shorts and how the bottom of her pink tank top has risen and revealed the smallest flash of soft flesh to him. His fists tighten at his sides as he tries to look at anything else.

“You look nice, trying to impress someone other than me?” she curiously asks and Charlie blushes, shifting on his feet as he thinks of how to respond.

“Can a gentleman not want to look good?” he counters back after a beat and she snorts, rolling to her side and smiling when she realizes how much his bed smells like him already.

“Come here, let me fix your hair” she says sitting up and Charlie flashes a confused look, curious if it really looked that bad. It didn’t, she just wanted an excuse to run her fingers through his hair.

Charlie just as uneasy lowers himself beside her, swallowing hard when she adjusts to sit on her knees and lean closer to him. Only a few inches and he could lock his lips with her own. He isn’t in control anymore when her small fingers finally glide into his hair, his eyes fluttering shut and body leaning closer. Valerie smiles, admiring the relaxed look on his face as she brushes his hair back. She’s desperate to kiss him but the idea terrifies her. She had never crushed on someone like this. She’d flirted and thought guys were cute, but Charlie was different, there was just something about him.

“How’s it look?” he curiously hums, his warm breath filling her space and she sighs lightly, lips parting and begging to press against his own. Her fingers don’t stop as she slides them through his chestnut locks. Finding her confidence she leans close enough her nose nearly bumps against his own.

“Nice enough to ruin” she whispers and the sound of her voice gives way how close she is and Charlie carefully opens his eyes just to see how bright her hazel green eyes truly are. A small squeak escapes the back of his throat and Valerie’s soft hands slide down to meet his shoulders and leave his hair.

“Shouldn’t we be getting to the party?” Charlie says, voice panting and eyes desperately darting to Valerie’s lips. He’s dying to kiss her, moments away from losing control, but he can’t let it happen like this. Valerie deserves more than to feel like a simple hook up, especially if he doesn’t end up being the only guy she wants.

“I’m quite comfortable right here” she whispers, nose nudging against his own and Charlie shudders, doing his best to regain control of the situation.

“You know I’d be more than happy to stay here V, but at least let me woo you tonight” he says, hand reaching to push her brunette locks behind her shoulder. Valerie smiles at the nickname, nose still pressing against his own and awaiting something, anything.

“Charlie Dalton plans to woo me, I’m shaking with anticipation” she says in a teasing manner, mind reeling over the nickname, and smiling nearly against his own lips.

“Then let’s not make you wait any longer” and with one swift motion he leans forward to press a kiss against her cheek, his lips barely touching the corner of her mouth and if she wasn’t fucked before she definitely was now. Barely processing what just happened Charlie is up on his feet and wiping sweaty palms on the front of his shorts before offering a hand out to her.

“Let’s get ourselves a drink, we deserve it” Valerie says when she comes too and Charlie smiles as she takes his hand and guides him out of the cabin.

“You two done making out, Alex already has beer pong rolling!” Levi shouts as they exit the small porch and Charlie’s stomach tightens as he remembers what Andy had said. How Levi was the only one to ever be suspected of having Valerie. Unintentionally his hand tightens in her own, a possessiveness he’s desperate to fight washing over him.

“Just had to warm up my partner!” Valerie calls back before flashing Charlie a smirk and dragging them both to follow Levi’s direction. This time the small group is joined by more campers than last time, it still too light out to disappear into the hideout. He figured majority of them were still trying to get drunk before they dared it.

Three beer pong tables occupy the space by the campfire and Charlie realizes it has become a sort of tournament. Girls stand by, watching the boys they like chug beer, and throw the ping pong balls through the air. Nate particulary has his shirt unbuttoned and either beer or sweat dripping down his muscular chest. Either way every smirk he flashes the small group of girls surrounding him makes Chrissy's face fall more and more. Charlie notices Valerie's shake of her head at the sight and he suddenly feels bad Chrissy is so head over heels for a guy who couldn’t care less about anything but himself. Much to Charlie's surprise Valerie grabs them drinks and leads them to a bench further away from the chaos.

"Don't feel like joining in?" he curiously asks, knocking the cap off his beer along the side of the bench. Valerie shrugs, twisting open her own wine cooler she had found. Charlie waits patiently as she takes a sip and eyes the peers around her.

"Not yet, I need to be a little drunk to be able to handle Chrissy's tears and the other girls flirty giggles" she says with the roll of her eyes and Charlie sees this as an opportunity to finally get some answers out of her.

"You really aren’t a big fan of girls" he says more as a statment than a question. Something flashes behind the girls eyes as she turns to look at him. Valerie hates how well he saw through her already and she collects her nerves as she goes to respond.

"I wouldn't say that, I guess I just don't understand them" this has Charlie's eyebrows furrowing together as he looks at her confused.

"You're a girl Valerie" he says like it’s the most obvious thing and she laughs lightly, sipping some more of her wine cooler before finally sharing more with the boy than she ever had before.

"I'm the youngest in my family. I have two older brothers and my Mom died when I was five. My whole life it was just me, my brothers, and my Dad. I liked superheroes and baseball and other girls like frilly dresses and dolls. I tried to fit in but most girls thought I was weird for playing football with the boys at recess instead of playing princesses. I understand boys, that's my language. Girls, they're too foreign for me to ever understand" something tightens in Charlie's chest as he hears the girls story, not realizing just how much there actually was too it. It could explain the very reason why she had so many guy friends and no interest in any of them.

"I'm sorry about your Mom, and I'm sorry that the other girls left you out. That wasn't fair" Charlie says sincerely and Valerie feels a lump lodge its way into her throat as she looks into his eyes that hold a sympathy different from one she had received so many times. He didn't feel sorry for her, he was sorry for her, like he understood loss better than anybody.

"Thanks, but I'm used to it now. I'm happy with who I am even if that scares boys away and freaks girls out. We're all just better off being kind" she says like it’s the simplest thing in the world and Charlie's heart constricts in his chest as he feels himself falling harder for the girl.

"It doesn't scare me" Charlie says, thinking of how her overbearing and outgoing personality had done anything but that. In fact, how different she was from other girls was the entire reason he liked her. Maybe she reminded him of that young and hopeful spirit him and his friends used to have, the confidence of his that had lessened over the last year. She was someone he understood.

"I know, that's why I like you" she smiles softly at him and Charlie blushes, not expecting the brute hoenstly or the adoration in her eyes. If Charlie wanted an answer to the question ‘why him?’, he finally got it. Valerie wanted him because he didn't shy away from her overbearing and flirty nature. He welcomed it and dished it right back and now the tension between them was wound taught like a rubber band about to snap.

"What do you say I actually take you on that date we talked about?" Charlie confidently asks, swigging some beer to hide his nerves and settle his stomach flapping with butterflies in anticipation of her answer.

"I'd like that, a lot" she says, blushing like a girl who was actually nervous for once. Charlie smiles as he wraps an arm around her and looks on to the other staff all laughing and having a good time. For the first time he doesn’t see some lame summer camp or required duties, he sees a loving community full of good friends.

"Then it's a date"

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HOUSE GREYJOY AT THE START OF THE DANCE OF DRAGONS:

The IRON ISLANDS keep to their own. Ruled by the erratic and cruel DALTON GREYJOY, he is enabled by his mother, the lost BRIONY MARBRAND of ASHEMARK, whose brother on the Kingsguard still fights to secure her freedom even after nearly three decades. With him, are his elder sisters and younger brother:

HELYA GREYJOY, THE IRON SERPENT: A reaver of the darkest kind, Helya's own madness runs loud and unhindered. Just as ruthless as any of the men, Helya commands her own ship, The Serpent's Song, and her crew of loyal men known for the decimation left in their wake.

GWYNESSE GREYJOY, THE DRIFTWOOD BRIDE: The waters speak to the Bride of the Drowned God. Many say the lady was touched by the gods to divine the tides and the changing of the sea.

VERON GREYJOY, THE LITTLE KRAKEN: The youngest of the Greyjoys, Veron has just reached the age where he can now follow the men on reaving. A gentle hearted boy, it does not appear that his kind heart will last long.

MYRANDA GREYJOY, THE ALBATROSS: The youngest daughter and middle child, Myranda is lost in the shuffle of the brood. Quiet, sullen, she wears the weight of her cursed epitaph around her neck. Eager to be rid of her in hopes of turning the luck of their fleet, she is readily offered as a sacrifice to GWAYNE HIGHTOWER when a truce is offered.

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Warnings: a tiny bit of angst, talks of Dalton's fear of the dark, fluff, Dalton calls reader 'babe' several times. 0.6k+ words

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Prompt 5: "Stay behind me... on second thought, you go first."

“This is a horrible idea, Dalton,” you state. “Need I remind you that you are scared of the dark?”

“I’m not getting buried alive, babe, it’s just an escape room. We’ll be out in no time,” he argues, winking over his shoulder at you.

You roll your eyes at his pet name, following him into the lobby of the building. He pays for the room, and you both sign the waivers, even though you wish he would come to his senses.

“What do we do if we need to get out?” You ask.

“We’ll keep an eye on you, if it looks like you need out we’ll open the door. Otherwise just look at the camera and let us know what’s up,” the employee helping you answers.

You nod and follow behind Dalton as you’re led to the escape room of Dalton’s choosing, a museum heist.

“Your time starts when I close the door. Good luck.”

The door closes and locks, so you look around, spotting a book that doesn’t fit in on the bookshelf.

“Thank you, Scooby-Doo,” you mutter as you pull it.

A hidden door opens beside one of the fake exhibits, and Dalton smiles at you.

“Stay behind me,” he commands, smirking as he walks past you. He stops suddenly in front of the opening. “On second thought, you go first.”

You peek over his shoulder and see the darkness extending through the door.

“Dalton, this is stupid. Let’s just go,” you try again to persuade him.

“No, it’s fine. We can beat this,” Dalton argues, voice weaker than before.

You step past him and into the darkness, holding your hands behind you. Dalton grasps your hands and allows you to pull him through the dark. The only light in this section is a computer display with hieroglyphics. Dalton’s grip tightens on your hands as you approach the screen. Once your face is illuminated, he relaxes slightly.

“You were right,” he whispers.

“Dalton, turn around. Walk back toward the light and we’ll get out.”

Dalton doesn’t move, and you feel his hands start shaking. You turn him so he’s facing the lit doorway you traveled through. Although you can’t see him well, you can tell he’s nervous and isn’t hearing you.

“Dalton, c’mon. I’ll go first and we’ll go back to your dorm. Everything’s ok.”

“No. I want to finish this. With you.”

“You’re miserable.”

“I have a lot of bad memories in the dark, but I’m ok. I promise. I think the password is Sphinx.”

"Considering that's the only picture, just flipped around every time, I think you may be right," you agree, attempting to help him lighten up a little.

You continue holding one of his hands as you type it in, causing the room to illuminate and reveal more museum exhibits and clues. Dalton doesn’t leave your side as you continue through the escape room. With three minutes to spare, you open the final door and walk into the hallway.

“I’m sorry. About the dark,” you say as you walk out.

“Thanks for protecting me,” Dalton responds with a wide smile. “You’re braver than you look, babe.”

You place a hand on Dalton’s shoulder as you lean up and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Keep calling me babe and I’m going to think you like me, Dalton,” you taunt as you walk ahead of him.

Dalton stands frozen for a moment before running after you and yelling, “What if that’s exactly what I want, babe? I need you to protect me and go into creepy rooms before me!”

You roll your eyes as Dalton catches up and throws an arm around your shoulders.

“Take me on a real date and we’ll talk. No more escape rooms based entirely on Disney movies.”

“Your wish is my command, babe. Pixar movies it is.”

[lookingglasswolf]

Charlie Dalton Head Cannon

So I watched Shaking the Tree (Duane Clark) recently, and I was thinking about how much Sully resembles Charlie.

(fair warning - this is kind of a long one and it's a little tragic, but it does have a good ending) My hc for Charlie is set years after Neil's death and Charlie having gotten expelled from Welton for punching Cameron. Charlie is devastated by having lost his best friend and goes on to continuously blame himself for not having talked with Neil head on when he had seen even the smallest of signs - for not having done something, anything to prevent it. Without Mr. Keating's guidance and Neil being around to help ground him, Charlie does not bother with getting back into school. He is still the "rich-boy" of his parents who are emotionally unavailable to him when he needs it the most. They are disappointed in him and his "antics" that robbed him of opportunities he may have had at Welton, and they ground him and give him the cold shoulder. Everything that happened causes his relationship with them to continue to falter and he decides to 'take out' (or rather steal) a loan from them in order to move to New York and get away from everything. Charlie stays in touch with the other dead poets like Knox and Todd when he can, but rather than settling into a downward spiral, they have been inspired by Neil's legacy and most of them have gone on to college so they can study in order to become positive influencers of their own (teachers, writers, lawyers, etc.). Charlie feels as if he is the only one who is still grappling with what he wants to do with his life. He doesn't say it outright but he's envious that the other poets are doing well out there. What he'd said in the cave years ago during one of the DPS meetings still rings true (pulled from the book):

Fastforward 10 years later and Charlie is still just as much of a free spirit as ever, but lately it's gotten more out of hand. He's gotten in with a bad crowd and developed a gambling addiction (it feels good to take risks!) and a drinking problem as an attempt to numb his ongoing pain. He usually drinks when there is no feasible distraction or cheap thrill to keep his mind occupied. One night he goes too far after a few drinks and has a meltdown late at night in front of his new friends. He can't get Neil's death out of his head; it has haunted him ever since and he can almost feel his ghost in the room. He gets ahold of a gun and has to be talked down by his new friends, which proves to be a difficult feat since they are not on the same level of friendship as the dead poets. "You know what is funny? Or maybe pathetic is a better word...Look at me. I'm 27 years old. I still don't have a clue what I'm doin' with my life. I don't know...I don't know! I don't know what I'm doin'...I don't even know what I wanna do! I hate my life! There's a pain inside of me...and it's just gettin' worse..." -Sully aka Charlie (Shaking the Tree - Duane Clark) Pics below: (these are taken from Shaking the Tree and Dead Poets Society but just look how similar the setting is compared to Mr. Perry's study - thought that was kind of eerie)

Charlie has a close call in which the gun goes off, but merely grazes and stuns him while his friends hold him and console him. He gets through the night alive and apologizes once he has sobered up - this is a side to him that he doesn't want anyone to see. The experience jars him enough that he decides to reach out to Knox and the rest of the dead poets, and initiate a meeting after all this time. Although he had very nearly met a similar end to Neil, he is now desperate to keep going in his honor. He knows in his heart that Neil would have wanted that for him.

⁽⁽ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʳᵘˡʸ ᵍʳᵃᵗᵉᶠᵘˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᶦᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᶜ ᵇᶜ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵃᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ⁾⁾

[poems4girls]

do you ever think about how close todd and charlie must have gotten after neil’s death? todd probably spent most of his days in charlie’s room - sneaking out of his own - talking, crying, laughing. remembering. they told each other stories. talked about their memories with neil. charlie would talk about the shenanigans they were up to when they were much younger and innocent. like that one time neil stayed at charlie's and he fell from the swing. mr. dalton took care of him, he cleaned his scraped knees and gave him a consolatory popsicle. neil's eyes lit up, his dad would've never done that. charlie knew; he regrets not helping him more, not being by his side when he needed it most. todd would talk about the first few weeks they spent together. the deep talks they would get into. well, neil would start them, opening up with some random thought but once todd started adding to the conversation his own reflections, that's when neil stopped talking. he just listened to todd and his rants, even when they didn't make sense and he'd stop mid sentence to giggle at himself. neil was always listening. he was there for him. just like todd was there for him. but it wasn't enough. charlie and todd both loved neil and now, neil gave them a mission. they had to take care of each other. years went by, todd and charlie kept retelling each other the same old stories, keeping his memory alive in their minds. neil also wanted them to keep on experiencing life. todd and charlie lived. they lived together, apart, for as long as they could. they lived for neil too... so isn't anyone else thinking about them or is it just me?

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi! I am looking for multichapter fics where Sebastian call Kurt out for taking Blaine for granted and not being a good boyfriend to him during any of the break ups.

Sebastian friendly of course

thank you for this blog and your service to keep this fandom alive!

Hi - please see this previous post, which has some Seblaine, but is Klaine endgame. I'm not sure how Sebastian friendly they are, but there are a few au where Sebastian is their friend. Check out A03 also. ~Jen

Also this one:

Revelations By @madas-ahatters-world

Klaine Creative Challenge #5 Prompt: The “other guy” - Part 2 This time . . . let’s talk about Sebastian and Eli. Explore how either of these two characters had an effect on Blaine and Kurt’s relationship.

This is a Klaine story. My take on what would have happened in season 6 if Blaine was dating Sebastian instead of Dave. Follows (mostly) season 6 canon with a few exceptions. Dalton is still standing, and the elevator kiss and the kiss that happened in Rachel’s front yard between Kurt and Blaine didn’t happen, for sake of story.

~~~~~ Keeping Time by merry-mint

Devon Anderson is just an angry teenager trying to get through high school without a permanent record. One night, he ends up sitting down at the antique piano in the old Anderson estate and wakes up back in 1773, masquerading as his famous ancestor - revolutionary war hero B. D. Anderson. What Devon doesn’t know, is that B. D. Anderson just woke up in his place.

[angstylittleguy]

In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong Characters

-> writing masterpost

Aurora "Rory" Estrada

⋆ A girl that woke up one day and could hear the thoughts of everyone around her, whether she likes it or not.

⋆ She hates that she can't give the people around her any privacy, and she constantly feels like she's intruding and being disrespectful, as she has no right to hear someone's private thoughts.

⋆ Her head constantly hurts, her temples throbbing and no amount of Tylenol can fix that.

⋆ The only thing that can even attempt to battle the flood of voices, is music. Rory never goes anywhere without her headphones.

⋆ After she discovered her ability, her short-term memory declined as she was plagued with the thoughts of everyone but herself. She's started keeping a journal to help her remember things.

⋆ Despite all of the downsides to her ability, she has hopes of becoming a psychologist, and is going to college to get her degree.

⋆ Rory is the one who can sense people like her: people with unwanted abilities. Something about their thoughts are different, laced with an extra something that she didn't understand.

Dalton Richards

⋆ Dalton is disgusted with his powers.

⋆ He was a very private person, never sharing how he was feeling with anyone and he normally kept to himself, dealing with his thoughts on his own.

⋆ But now that he has these stupid abilities? All it does is draw attention to himself, and he's forced to wear his emotions on his sleeve.

⋆ His emotions controlled his height, and it terrified him.

⋆ At first it started with growing or shrinking a few inches, but as the days went by his ability grew stronger and his height changed more drastically.

⋆ When he was sad or upset, he would shrink down to where the smallest of objects would tower over him, and when he was angry his head would brush the ceiling and he would have to hunch over on himself to avoid breaking anything.

⋆ He was terrified of hurting people, and he had no way to control what happened to him.

Bennett Haltiwanger

⋆ Bennett was certain he had the worst power out of everyone.

⋆ Rory had called it the "Groundhog Day" power, and he hated that name. He couldn't think of a better one, though.

⋆ The first time he had discovered his ability, was in a terrible car accident. At first, he had thought it was all a dream, because he woke up in his bed at the beginning of the same day. He and his friends got into the car, Bennett brushing off the bad vibes™ as something from the weird dream he had. Then a car swerved into their lane, and Bennett woke up in his bed once again. The loop repeated over and over and over again, and did not stop until he survived to the next day. A day in which he could not convince his friends to leave the car, and he had to go without them.

⋆ His powers sucked, forcing him to relive a tragedy over and over again until he survived, and often times he could not save the people around him.

⋆ He started isolating himself from people to avoid being stuck in the loop, knowing that he would be the only one to walk out alive.

⋆ His ability scared him. He didn't know what would happen if one day he died from natural causes. What if he got sick? Or died from old age? Would he have to relive that day over and over again, even if there was nothing he could to do to avoid that death?

Josiah Lowell

⋆ When Josiah had discovered his ability, he thought it was permanent.

⋆ He had woken up one day and he had no reflection.

⋆ With absolutely no idea what to do, Josiah just stayed at home in his apartment until it finally wore off. Of course, at the time, he didn't know that it wasn't permanent, and the time that he spent locked away in his room was extremely panic-induced. It took eight days for his reflection to return.

⋆ When he was invisible, he couldn’t feel anything. It’s like his entire body was numb. Sometimes, he would even sink through the floor, as if he no longer held any matter and had the mass of air.

⋆ The invisibility came in spells, with no way to tell when it would happen and how long it would last.

⋆ He had gotten used to it for the most part, and learned to navigate his daily life without making too many changes.

⋆ And then he began to lose feeling in his fingers.

⋆ And his vision began to decline.

Meiling Zhao

⋆ Meiling liked to go fast.

⋆ She had run track and cross country in both middle school and high school, and when she was old enough she got her motorcycle license and began to drag race.

⋆ Needless to say, when she discovered her ability, she wasn't exactly upset about it.

⋆ She used it as often as she could, running around and doing daily tasks as quick as lightning so she had as much free time in her day as possible.

⋆ As the days stretched on and it felt like the sun set less often, Meiling began to feel her body growing tired from the constant usage, her muscles and limbs aching.

[peonierose]

Once (5/5)

**This story takes place before it was revealed that Addison would come back/is alive **

Book: The Nanny Affair & Open Heart Crossover AU

Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) and Vivian Dalton (F!MC)

Part V of V / Miniseries

Words: 1,900+

Rating: Mature

TW: Cancer, character death, mental illness

Summary: It’s weeks after Addis funeral. Sam and the boys settle in a bit, when Sam gets a surprise.

A/N: This is in honor of my friend Mira who died from ovarian cancer. May you rest in peace 💜

Sam

I was finished at work and got Carter to drive me home while reading through an email I got from Ethan.

I smile even though it’s been a month since Addie‘s funeral.

And it still feels so fresh in my mind.

Thankfully the boys don’t remember too much of that sad day, which turned into a less sad day with my new friend Ethan Ramsey and my brother Robin.

We got pretty drunk, but nobody bothered us. So we kept talking about everything and nothing.

I finished reading through the email that Ethan replied to and put my phone in my pocket to look outside the car window. Seeing all the streets and alleys pass me by while driving through New York.

I mentioned to Ethan, I’d love to go on a little family trip with the boys. Just to relax a bit. So it would be nice to spend some time in Boston. I even asked him if it would be right to visit him in Boston and bring along Mason and Mickey. He was excited and dare I say it a little smile played on his lips.

A contented smile tugs at my own lips.

We haven’t done any family trips in a long while. So this would be the perfect opportunity.

The car slows down and I realize we’ve arrived at the apartment complex.

Carter clears his throat as if nervous.

I smile softly at Carter. He’s a good man. I always respected him a lot.

”Thank you, Carter. Have a safe trip home.“

He turns around to look at me.

”You can take the day off if you’d like. I’ll drive home to my parent's place to pick up the boys.“

Carter smiles and nods.

”Very well Mr. Dalton. Have a safe trip.“

”Thank you, Carter.“

I get out of the car and walk towards the apartment. I pass the front desk. When Marvin‘s voice holds me back.

”Mr. Dalton!“

I stop and walk towards him.

He’s in his twenties and works here part-time to earn some money for his college tuition.

”Hello Marvin. How’s it going? How’s college?“

I ask as I shake his hand.

He grins and shoves his caramel-brown hair to the side. His green eyes lit up at my question.

”Oh thanks for asking Sir. It’s a lot. But I’ll have a study session with some friends later. Cramming for a test that’s coming up. I’d never thought college would be this difficult. But I like the challenge.“

I smile.

”That’s good to hear. Keep studying. And you’ll see it’ll pay up.“

I wink and he grins.

”Was there a package or something for me?“ I was thinking maybe it was something that Addie ordered.

I’ve had to unsubscribe from some of the magazines she subscribed to.

He scratches his head and then he seems to remember.

”Oh right. This was delivered for you this morning.“

He hands me a small mint-colored envelope.

With my name and home address written in beautiful calligraphy on it.

Curious who could be sending me a letter. Most people text or write an email these days.

I take the envelope and smile at Marvin.

”Thank you, Marvin. I’ll be heading upstairs and then I’ll be at my parent's to pick up the twins. So I won’t be at home later.“

Marvin grins at me.

”Sure thing Mr. Dalton. Have a safe trip. And send your love to your parents and your twins.“

I smile. A genuine one this time. One that wasn’t forced out of me because I was trying to bring joy to my face even though I didn’t feel too much of it in the last couple of weeks. The twins are keeping me sane and happy these days.

”I will. And good luck with your test. I know you’ll do just fine.“

He grins.

”Thanks, Mr. Dalton.“

I wave goodbye and Marvin takes a seat at the desk.

While I ride in the elevator I wonder who’s sent me a letter. I ponder over that question when I get into my apartment and get a change of clothes for something less office formal.

As I pick up my car keys I walk by the picture of Addison and hold up the picture frame.

We went skydiving that day.

That’s when the picture was taken. Her blonde hair is blowing into her face, but she‘s got the biggest smile on her face.

We had a lot of fun that day. Even though Addi was terrified at first, that fear settled pretty soon and then she screamed »I want to do this again.«

I grin at the memory all the while to my car and then on the drive over to my parent's house. I get there and my mom opens the wide doors.

”Sam. You made it.“

She hugs me and I lean down to hug her back.

She smiles and pats my cheek gently, making me feel as if I’m 12 again. Instead of 36. I smile at her and she gestures for me to come inside.

”Come on in. The twins just fell asleep after running around the garden all day. Playing action hero. Whatever that means.“ She grins and I chuckle.

”Sounds like Mason and Mickey.“

I walk in after my mom and she guides me to the garden where she set up a nice late lunch.

”Mom! You didn’t have to go to any trouble.“

She turns and grins, her steps not even faltering.

”I didn’t do this for you, Samuel. I was hungry too. So it was me being indulgent.“

I sit down in one of the comfy dark grey garden chairs. While I let the beautiful and warm sunshine caress my face.

Before my mom can sit down her phone rings and she sighs.

”Pray that this is your father. Who I hope has a good excuse for interrupting our lunch. Because I'm starving.“

I grin.

”Should I wait for you?“ I ask my mom who holds her phone to her ear.

She shakes her head. And walks away to take her call.

I dig in and remember how nostalgic this feels to have lunch at my parent's place.

Then something pokes me. That’s when I remembered I’d forgotten about the letter.

I put down my fork and took out the mint-colored envelope to open it and read what was inside.

When I open it I almost let it fall to the floor.

It’s a letter from Addi.

I lean back in my chair. Shivering despite the sunshine outside.

When I look at the letter again I start to read it.

Sam,

while I’m sitting here, letting the sunshine caress my face and just letting all thoughts drift away, enjoying the here and now, I wanted to tell you something.

No. I wanted to put it in writing. Because I feel that you need to read this for yourself.

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I know I can be difficult sometimes.

You laughed at that I know you did, don’t deny it.

I interrupt reading the letter to let out a surprised laugh. Then I continue reading Addis' letter. Even now that she’s gone she still makes me laugh.

You never let me walk alone. Always being there for me. Especially in those last months. For that, I will always be grateful.

The time I spent with you, was the most beautiful time of my life. I will always keep those memories close to my heart. From the moment we met, I knew. You are the one for me (cheesy I know, but it’s true).

Never letting me forget I’m more than a spoiled rich girl, who had it easy. Even though that’s not true at all. People just never bothered to take a peek behind the curtains.

You though? You were different, Sam.

I thought to myself back then, who’s this hot guy asking me out? What is it he wants? To get laid? Or is it more than just some hot sex? Gosh, this sounds weird even in writing. Please ignore my embarrassing moment.

Back to what I was trying to say.

You were so nice and charming. Flirting with me all the time. (You thought you were so subtle with those little gifts and compliments here and there? I’ll let you in on something. You weren’t. But I think I loved you already.)

These past few months…were…difficult, painful, and overwhelming. When I got diagnosed I…just sat there… in that doctor’s office not knowing what to do. Should I cry? Or should I scream? But I know I wouldn’t have solved anything by that.

Sam, I know you were trying your best with me, with Mickey and Mason. Your work? Trying to juggle all of it?

Shouldering everything on your own, never asking for help. And I just made it worse by being stubborn and difficult.

Please know that I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you the way I most likely did. I hope that you can forgive me someday.

I’m not trying to guilt-trip you or wrestle out an apology.

I want you to forgive yourself. To stop being so hard on yourself.

You deserve everything good this world has to offer.

Don’t mourn me too long. (I was told widowers are hot) shake your head all you want, but you know it’s true.

I even went so far as to make you a little bucket list:

Live

Laugh

Kiss (and tell)

Be adventurous

Do things that are out of your comfort zone (and no I don’t mean just skydiving)

Hook up (even in weird places)

Get married (you always looked way too hot in a suit, though it looks better on the floor anyway)

Go to a strip club (Stop rolling your eyes at me)

Do crazy experiments with the boys :) (make a mess of the kitchen)

But most important of all don’t shut yourself off from love.

When it comes knocking, open the door. Let yourself be surprised. Don’t let me be the one to hold you back. You know I always wanted to see you happy.

I’ll be watching over my three favorite boys.

Always,

Addi

When I finished reading the letter I just sat there with tears in my eyes and held the letter close to my heart because I had the strange feeling I could conjure her into existence one more time by holding the letter as close to my heart as I could.

And just like that my pain and my sorrow were lifted a little.

It’s as if Addi knew all the right words to say to me. Knowing exactly what would help me move on a bit easier.

”Oh Addi. You surprise me as always. But there’s nothing to forgive. I promise I’ll take care of the boys and I might even find a nice woman who I can share my life and love with. Someday.“

I know that when the right person stumbles into my life I’ll know. And with Addis' blessing, I won’t feel like I’m cheating or disrespecting her memory.

I will always love and cherish what we had. But I know she’s in a better place. Free of any pain. Only filled with love and joy. Watching over us.

I get up from the table and look up at the sky, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun.

I know it sounds stupid, but it’s as if I can hear Addis's laughter and I smile. The pain in my heart lessened a bit.

And I know things will be okay. Mason, Mickey, and I will be alright.

[ride-thedragon]

r.e: the pledge to ennoble the dragonseeds and granting them lands/keeps — where do you think they would be settled once rhaenyra won her throne?

Thx moot.

I do think they landed themselves in a strange predicament if all had gone well after they took back King's Landing.

For one, Jace is dead. He's the one who trains them and makes the promise so their closest link to the dragonseeds loyalty is cut off essentially.

Addam and Alyn are Corlys' heir and spare, so whatever happens with them is his concern. As lords, they don't need keeps or marriages from the Queen, nor would Corlys. Addam and Baela or Rhaena and Alyn with one of the Lannister girls or Baratheon girls are probably the best options.

That leaves Nettles, Ulf and Hugh.

With the boys, Daemon's plan was a good idea. Marry them into the houses Rosby and Stokeworth. I think on a larger scale, one to say house Baratheon as Cassandra is heir and one to House Blackwood through Alyssane would be good to. Because they are boys, they can get their own lands and be married to noble women similarly in enemy territory, though not as big.

They are knights, marriages in any regard would be noble enough to give claim to their kids and close enough allies to house Targaryen.

Nettles, on the other hand, is a woman. They can offer her a keep, but I think marriage would be necessary for her. Because she has a dragon, a marriage to a big house can be in the cards for her. They tend not to allow dragon riding women to marry in lesser houses. She could marry a high lord or lesser one as long as they were loyal to Rhaenyra, probably.

If Daemon does what he does and gets close to her, it'll be conflict. House Rully has spare sons, and we're loyal. House Stark has cregan and a lot of conflict that a dragon could ease under the guise of "the crown's help."

Dalton Greyjoy

Of all the dragonseeds, she's the most likely to be treated like livestock. In the best case scenario, they give her the land but still marry her off. The worst case is them trading her. Or making her marry one of the greens for the sake of peace after the war. Daeron, Gwayne, or someone less but still alive?

This is not a nice world. We never know if its what Nettles wants, but Ulf and Hugh and their little treason seem like the type to be honoured by it and then still do treason later on.

Overall

Nettles: Bride to some Lord as a prize for loyalty. Maybe lands but it would be easier to find some high lord to get land through

Ulf: Lands, Titles, Noble bride

Hugh: Lands, Titles, Noble bride

Addam and Alyn: Knighted, Heirs to house Velayron.