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ateez-himari · 10 months ago

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FASHION WEEK; HIGHLIGHTS

"I can be all the things you told me not to be"

MILAN; VERSACE

• The vocalist recognized the journalist that had made tasteless and uncomfortable comments suggesting she was only in ATEEZ because of her appearance in 2021, continuing to throw sly comments into articles since then. When their manager began motioning him over for the common short interviews, she reminded him that he had been blacklisted from events for years - he was also the only one who she did not bow her head to as a greeting.

• When both ambassadors stepped out of the car together, the large crowd that had been gathered for hours flickered with bright flashes almost instantly whilst he extended a hand in order to help stabilize her.

• During the showcase of 'Ephemeral' the vocalist sat down on a white cushion to play the Koto - the national instrument of Japan - in order to accompany the music composed with different Korean instruments, representing her identity perfectly.

• To close off this impressive debut the runway welcomed the artist dressed in flowing light pink fabric adorned with golden details, displaying the very last design of her collection while she thanked the audience. Himari then bowed before the house's artistic director who in response mouthed the word 'Bellissima' and cued for attendees to toss red peonies towards her ambassador, a flower representing prosperity and good fortune in Korean culture.

• San attempted to hide that he was wiping away tears at the sight of their maknae accomplishing one of her dreams right in front of their eyes yet could not conceal his emotions when engulfing her in a tight hug.

• Once the show had concluded, Himari left her bandmates' sides to search the room for someone and hurried over to embrace the house's artistic director, who returned the hug warmly before placing a specially prepared tiara on her ambassador's head. Fans have compared their interaction to an aunt with her favorite niece due to the way Donatella seemed so attentive to her at all times, meanwhile the idol would hold her hand while being introduced to guests and the two were even seen gossiping at some point before the show began.

Afterparty;

• YouTuber Isaac M.I.K taught her how to do the South African dance move 'Tshwala Bam' over which they bonded very quickly before the vocalist in turns taught him the 'Work' challenge which was later released on the ATEEZ TikTok account. He now follows her personal Instagram account.

• In footage posted by guests, she could be seen visibly tipsy while whispering something into Mingi's ear, before pulling away biting her lip with flushed cheeks making shiny doe eyes even more noticeable as she gazed up at him. Whatever was exchanged between them made the rapper tighten his hold on her waist as he left a kiss on her neck. This clip rapidly made the rounds through social media with the unreleased song 'Come Through' by The Weeknd used as the background.

• Throughout the night, Gigi Hadid was seen dancing with her and later on posted several stories containing endless pictures of the two clearly forming some kind of friendship. The poses were different from what is usually seen from female idols but this allowed netizens a look into her more relaxed personality, dimming the cuteness shown during fan interactions to make way for natural charm.

• Madonna asked San for her Instagram handle during the Dolce & Gabbana afterparty the following day, and posted about the Ephemeral Collection with the caption; "What can't this girl do ?"

PARIS; BALMAIN

• The vocalist seemed overwhelmed with the loud sounds created by the crowd as both artists signed autographs, so Hongjoong discreetly reached over before lowering the volume on her hearing aid.

• Upon meeting his ambassador's youngest member for the first time, Olivier Rousteing let out an audible squeal and noted that both seemed to fit the other perfectly in terms of visuals. Some journalists present during the interaction even managed to catch him joking about wanting to steal Versace's Princess for his own fashion house.

• Dove Cameron cheerfully greeted the idol with a warm embrace along with seemingly endless compliments about her beauty when the show was being prepared. An entire camera roll long photoshoot ensued which was then posted on both of their social media accounts with captions conveying affection for the other, and both were seen giggling whilst sitting next to one another.

• Throughout the event the maknae seemed much calmer in the presence of their group's captain and sparked conversations with numerous high profile attendees, although this happened only when he stood at her side. Much like during their debut years, there were several pictures of her holding on to Hongjoong's sleeve while walking around.

• When came time to leave, Mingi stepped out of the car waiting for the bandmates in order to help his girlfriend inside with one hand under her own while the other guided her by the waist. Their manager could be seen standing aside smiling to himself, though trying to hide it, much like their captain.

Extra;

• While the members currently present in the city were taking a stroll, they ran into the vocalist's friend of three years, SEVENTEEN leader S.Coups, who immediately chastised her for having time to travel throughout countries yet none to stop by their studio despite having a keycard to the HYBE building.

• The Paris Saint-Germain Football Club invited their player's younger sister to the game against Rennes and despite having been apart only since Chuseok, the siblings ran up to one another as if it had been years once it was over. Since most players present had never before met her, Hanzo excitedly rambled on about nearly every accomplishment while the embarrassment flushed her cheeks with every passing moment.

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #himarinews♡

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theredcuyo · 4 months ago

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AAI3 but they're abroad for one of the cases and at some point Kay points out that Miles' suitcase is moving kinda weirdly

They stop for a moment and bam! Trucy comes out of it with a explosion like Valant's

They stare and while everyone else is trying to figure this out Miles just calls someone

"...I assume you did not know about this?"

"Know about what? Sorry, can't talk for long, i can't find-"

"Your daughter who hid away in my suitcase again?"

"... Oh, should've guessed that's why she's been playing hide and seek so often"

"That's all you have to say?!"

"She's with you, so?"

During this Kay and Seb/Eustace are running WILD theories in the background, is this Mr Edgeworth's kid? The niece mentioned before? Did we accidentally stop a kidnapping?

Then he comes back to talk to her "You know you're commiting at least three crimes right now, young lady?"

"Dad said You don't live life If you don't at least once"

"This is not the first time"

"You have to practice tricks to master them!"

He sighs "You remember the rules?"

She nods "Don't go too far away, don't show tricks without warning, don't talk to strangers and... And uh..."

"don't touch anything in the crime scenes"

"Don't touch anything in the crime scenes!"

#ace attorney #ace attorney investigations #aai #miles edgeworth #trucy wright #aai3 idea

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 5 months ago

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FLUFFY REQUEST!! OMG :3

reader and bam being best friends since like the beginning of time and one night readers moaning about how she needs a haircut and bams like “hand me the scissors.” Lost of apprehension from reader and lots of giddiness from bam. All the fluff, all the silliness, and all the teasing please omg

Helping Hand

To say you’d known Bam since you were kids would be a gross understatement of how close you were. However, the true nature of your relationship is called into question one night, and you come to a shocking realization

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

933 Words

Warnings: None!

An: Thank you so much for the request! Before this, I didn’t love the whole friends to lovers troupe, but this fic helped me realize how cute that premise can be! It’s a lot more cutesy and fluffy than my normal material, but I really liked how I concluded this fic! Please keep sending your requests! My inbox is never closed ;)

Snoring softly, the rest of the guys had passed out hours ago, so the only souls stirring at this hour were you and Bam, tangled up on the living room couch. You’d gotten to mindlessly chatting and the topic of your hair, which he always thought was totally rad, came up. “It is such a pain!” you whined, burying your face into Bam’s t-shirt. In the background, the TV chirped with some dumb late night cartoon as you complained. “It takes, like- three hours to dry, and I gotta style it and shit…”

The topic of whether you were actually dating or not had been on your mind recently, because while you did a lot of pseudo-romantic, couple-y things with each other, your relationship had never really advanced beyond the label of friends. Take figure no.1, the complete disregard for personal space being exhibited. Figure no. 2, the way Bam looked down at you with those pretty, half lidded eyes, quietly listening for once in his life. Out of the drunk silence, he asked, “You want me’t cut it?”

Looking up at him, you masked the nerves that notion stirred with sarcasm, “Oh, no way am I lettin’ you get near me with, like- kitchen scissors or some shit.” Trying to distract him, you appreciatively preened your fingers through the dark hair at the base of his skull, silently cooing over his curls. Yeah, wash and wear- that’s what you’d like…Bam’s chest rumbled with a laugh, his voice soft and lazy, “Ape’s a hairdresser. I can totally do it!” To your sleep deprived mind, that logic made complete sense. Patting your hip to signal for you to get up, he smiled in that way you knew nothing good could come from, “Cmon, I got you!”

For all you knew, you’d end up looking like the bad end of a fight with a weed whacker. But, and this would sound positively deranged to anybody but yourself, you trusted him. I mean, you wanted to trust him. You’d known Bam since he mowed his name in cursive on his front lawn to get out of doing his chores. Since you broke your wrist in middle school and made sure everybody knew it was from a gnarly fight, when you just wiped out on your bike. He was always there for you. But as you sat on a chair in the kitchen, dish towel cape around your shoulders, you couldn’t stave off that gnawing anxiety in your gut.

“Alright, whatcha’ want?” Exhibiting great customer service, Bam held the dusty Styles and Stylists book where you could see it as he flipped through, “We got middle aged librarian, Paris Hilton, that crazy bitch from Exton mall…” Under the yellow lights of the kitchen, a picture caught your eye and you pointed to it with a trembling hand. “Oh…oh!” Spiky, short, bumped ends…yeah, he could do that! Bam was purely giddy with power, grinning like a maniac as he got to work.

He unfurled April’s fancy tie-roll of hair cutting scissors on the tablecloth with a low, evil chuckle, and you couldn’t help yourself from uttering a playful threat under your breath, “If you fuck me up, I swear to god Margera, I will-“ “Alright, alright! Quit your bitchin’- I’ll be careful…”

Snip, snip, snip. There goes your pride, falling in rings onto the tile you kept your eyes glued to as Bam hummed to himself. You were thankful that he offered, you know- it’s a real nice gesture, but wearing a hat for the next few weeks wouldn’t be terrible, right? Physically, you could feel your blood pressure rise with every giggle you heard out of that little shit.

About halfway through the ordeal, the giggles stopped, replaced by silence and a sudden hiss through Bam’s teeth. He pulled away, making a big show of looking at his work as he knit his eyebrows together in genuine shock, “Oh, shit…” A flash of panic shot through your nerves in a millisecond. Before you could reach for a pair of scissors to brandish, he erupted in a flurry of laughter. ”Ahahaha- oh my god, dude! You should’ve seen your face!” Sighing shakily, you settled back in your seat and grumbled through gritted teeth, “Yeah, yeah- real funny, Bam...”

Eventually, he escorted you to the bathroom so you could applaud his handiwork. Standing behind you at the sink with his hands on your shoulders, Bam was obviously looking for you to start gushing about how good he did, pride glowing on his face. Running a hand through your short, choppy locks, you were surprised at how…not bad it looked. In fact, you would go so far as to say he did a good job- for someone with no experience cutting hair, of course. It stuck out funny in some areas, but for the most part it looked nice! Grinning at your reflection, you couldn't hold back one last, hollow jab as you shook your head, “I look like a guy…” Letting out a bark of a laugh, he leaned his head against yours, “Yeah- a super pretty, super hot guy!”

And he kissed you. It was one peck on the cheek, but it nearly knocked you off your feet! Your blushing, wide eyed reaction amused Bam to no end. Stammering, you turned to him with this bewildered smile on your face, “But I thought…” Were you seriously this thick skulled? Leaning back, he let out a bark of a cackle, eyes glinting with these little silver sparks, “Oh, cmon. I’ve been dropping hints left and right, lady!”

#jackass #bam margera #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader

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fireinthefireproofvault · 6 months ago

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Hogan's Heroes Characters on a Period Cramp Simulator

Special thanks to @anna-pineappel and @frau-wilhelm-klink for encouraging this crackhead impulse 😆

Colonel Robert Hogan

“So this thing is gonna put me in your shoes, huh?” Skepticism dripped from the cross-armed colonel’s words, and as badly as you wanted to smack it off his face, you had a piece of technology that was going to do that for you. All you did was agree lightly as you stuck electrodes to his bared skin. Anticipation rose, floating up your chest like a balloon, at the thought of finally seeing the infamous Robert E. Hogan’s tough act crumble. He didn’t give you the satisfaction at first, just a wince. A whitening of his knuckles about his elbows. “Yeah, this isn’t pretty,” he remarked, trying his damndest to keep casual. “No,” you agreed with a shake of your head, “But it’s still workable. You could put in a full day like this, eh?” His eyes tightened a bit, but he agreed. “Good thing this is baseline, huh? Now how about our worst days? This is days two and three for a good number of us,” you added, clicking four more times, “This pretty?” “Beautiful.” Shaking your head, you chuckled to yourself. For once, Hogan was quiet. You could get used to that. “How about now? Ready for a good eight hours?” “Alright, you got me there. They don’t give you sick days for this?” “Nope,” you shook your head, “And you men don’t like giving us breaks, either. How’s about a little sympathy next time?” “How’s about a lot of sympathy?” “That’s more like it,” you answered with a grin and a cheeky salute.

Corporal Peter Newkirk

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You gave him one final out before anything was attached, but Peter shook his head, adamant. "After everything I've been through? I can handle it, love." You smirked as the machine was set up. Peter had never fully understood how the pain had you incapacitated at times, even going so far as to wonder aloud if it was really that bad and of course piss you off in the process. "Alright," was all you said as the second electrode stuck. You watched Peter with raised brows and otherwise mild expression as he began bearing less than half the full brunt of your simulator job. “Handling it?” For once, Peter Newkirk had been rendered speechless. Nothing smart in response, just a nod. “Then care to join me in a day’s work? Some drills perhaps?” “God, no!” “Well, you’re not nearly as strong as a woman,” you shot back, positively grinning that time. “Why, you—” Bam. Eight. Choking on whatever he was floundering to come up with, Peter finally dropped his composure, hips bending. Instinctually folding. Yep. “You what?” You asked, adopting a sweet tone. “You absolute angel,” he finally breathed, daring peer up at you, cockiness finally melting to awe.

Sergeant James Kinchloe

Whatever you’d done to deserve Kinch, you hoped you’d do it again and again. What other man would voluntarily subject himself to pain to understand you? To, in his words, know what helps you best? You found yourself maintaining a gentle touch as you attached everything as if it wasn’t about to contract muscles and nerves into oblivion anyway. Kinch’s eyes surveyed the working of the device with curiosity as you dialed it on. “Holy cats. This is no joke. I think I’ll quit making those jokes about your mood from now on.” “See how a person might get a little down in the dumps?” At that, he just nodded. “The real kicker is that this is background noise for me. Not even half what this thing can do.” “You’re kidding.” “For my sake, I wish I was. Did you wanna know what a bad day feels like?” “Never,” Kinch shook his head, but waved a hand, “But go ahead anyway.” Stoic as he often was, even your steadfast rock Sergeant Kinchloe let loose a grimace when you took the sensation up four more notches. You found yourself reaching out to hold his hand as if he was going into labor or something. He peered into your eyes as if he’d never seen them before, speaking your name like a question. “Yes?” “After this, we’re going to the nicest place in town, on me. I feel like I owe you plenty of apologies.”

Corporal Louis LeBeau

“I was shot once. If any man can take this, it will be me,” Louis bragged. For your part, all you did was snort and bid him to prepare the area the electrodes were to be attached to. A small shock of guilt crossed your chest at the nerves he tried to hide, but still had flashing across his eyes. It faded, though, when you remembered he asked for this. Swore it would be alright. You didn’t want to see him in pain, but the understanding hopefully achieved would be satisfying. One, two, three, four. Louis’s eyebrows furrowed in silent, momentary question only to shoot back to normal as his eyes narrowed. “You put it on the highest setting right away, didn’t you?” He asked, attempting an even tone. “This is less than halfway, Louis,” you suppressed a snicker at the suspicion burning in his dark eyes. “Less than—” “See for yourself,” you told him, waving a hand over the four illuminated on the screen. “You cannot be serious with this! This thing makes you feel like a chicken being carved.” “Need I remind you that I do get carved out? A whole organ’s worth of—” “I feel faint.” “Better or worse than getting shot?” “Well…” Six, seven, eight… “Worse. I didn’t get shot that hard.” “Worse than getting kicked in the—” “Yes. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

Sergeant Andrew Carter

Andrew had always been pretty understanding of what you went through. He didn’t like pain, you said you were in it, he didn’t question it. It was hard, then, to derive any satisfaction from the naïve eagerness on his face when the machine is hooked up, drawing his focus with its workings. Curiosity was all you saw on his face until the moment the dials were turned, beginning with ramping the painful stimulation up to a 4. A 4 which was considered in menstruating terms a low to average. “Yowch!” Big puppy dog eyes yanked away from the machine to stare into yours. “You didn’t have to kill me with it right away.” “This isn’t even half as far as it goes,” you replied, feeling even worse. “No kidding? How bad can it get for you? This bad?” “It can get twice that,” you told him. “Gee, no wonder they say girls get a little mad sometimes. I’d sure have a hard time being nice if I had a day like this.” “Try three to seven.” Andrew’s eyes bugged. “Three to—” “That’s right.” “They oughta send you guys to war, then. You’re invincible! …Boy, after this I’m gonna go out and buy you the biggest box of chocolates and bouquet I can find!”

Sergeant Richard Baker

Somehow the resolve in his eyes has you the one feeling bad, almost having second thoughts. “Don’t worry about me, all right?” His voice, low and reassuring, cuts into your swirl of concern. “I want to do this. I may kick myself for it later, but I want to understand what you go through.” Nodding, you allow him to pull up his shirt and receive the electrodes. “Not every man would ask for this,” you tell him, “I appreciate it, you know.” “Remember that if you catch me crying,” Richard joked. “It’s you who should remember that when I laugh,” you fired back, getting started. He tilted his head slightly, winced. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s…pretty bad. I feel like a jack-o-lantern getting my insides scraped out.” “Well, that is exactly what’s happening.” “Hey, isn’t this bad enough? No need to make me sick, too!” “Oh, don’t make me laugh, honey! Just let me know when you’re ready to feel a peak day.” “This wasn’t? Sweetheart, I’ll be busting out the fans and grapes next time if it gets worse than this!”

Colonel Wilhelm Klink

“So this is going to cause me some sort of electric pain?” Wilhelm Klink was afraid. You could see it in his eyes even if it didn’t also weave its wavering way around his words. “Think of it as muscle contraction,” you replied soothingly, “That’s what this does, after all. You’ll feel like I do and maybe even stop quipping about a woman’s moods.” The last bit came with a pointed gaze and raise of your eyebrow at him as well as several ramping clicks of your device. “You forget, my dear, I am a German officer. A Klink! The greatest military stock to…oh dear. I think you accidentally turned it up a little too high,” he chuckled nervously, offering you a comically wide smile. A smile you just shook your head into. “I’m afraid not. This is it.” “I’ve seen you working like this! With these… these knives carving you from the inside! There is no way!” “No way?” “…no way save for you being understandably a little bit short sometimes.” Five, six, seven, eight. Pure whimpering from the colonel, a sight which did make you want to spare him. “My dear! Why have you never told me it could be this agonizing?” “I did. You didn’t believe me.” As you shut the device off, relief flooded his blue eyes and he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “Next time you shall have breakfast in bed, and blankets, and…and…” “A hot water bottle?” You supplied. “Two hot water bottles!”

Sergeant Hans Schultz

“So these little things are going to hurt me?” You frowned slightly at that. “It sounds sad when you put it like that! This is just so you understand what it’s like when my week hits.” “It’s a week?” “You thought I dumped it all out in one day?” You raised an eyebrow. Schultz, for his part, immediately winced and got quiet. Click, click, click. “Oh!” You’d expected a bit of dramatics, but you hadn’t expected the satisfaction rushing through you, the immediate vindication. “I thought the bad part was if you had the baby!” “That’s worse. This isn’t even that bad.” “You have not tried it.” One glare shut him back up. “Alright, you have made your point, now make it stop, please!” “Not until you feel what it’s like on a bad day.” “You call this a good day?” “Wait and see what you think,” you replied. “Oh, please!” Eight had been reached. “I will give you anything you want! A-ny-thing!” “I don’t want you to give me anything,” you replied, resting a hand on his shoulder, “I just wanted you to understand.” “I understand,” he nodded, blue eyes wide, “I understand that you are amazing!” “And you might think twice before making any jokes about women being weak, huh?” “Oh, yes!” “Then you have given me what I want already.”

General Albert Burkhalter

“You think your little machine can scare me?” “No,” you smirked, resting a hand on your hip, “But I think it can hurt you.” “Ha! You forget, my dear, that I am a General. A general who has fought, and won, plenty of duels.” “Well, then just think of this as if you’ve had a little saber accident,” you remarked as he got hooked up, “Just…quite a low saber accident.” The general laughed at that and you shook your head, aware he’d likely stop laughing quite soon. Sure enough, he was silent at one, silent at two… He tensed at three, glanced down with raised eyebrows when you didn’t stop. “So there are five settings on this, then?” “Ten, my brave general. I’m starting you off easy. Why? Having a hard time picturing doing your day-to-day marches and drives like this?” “Not in the slightest,” he challenged, fire burning in his dark eyes despite his shaking hands. Grinning wickedly, you turned the general up to a bad day with great haste and, more importantly, no warning. Dropping him just as hastily to his knees. “You’d think someone threw a grenade in here, sir. Get up, you’ve got work to do.” “You are mocking me. Turning this thing up to a ten!” “This is an eight,” you corrected, “And science will tell you that many—” “To hell with science, turn this thing off!” “I had a feeling you’d say that,” you purred, patting his cheek.

Major Wolfgang Hochstetter

“Feels a bit backwards, doesn’t it?” You asked, smirking unabashedly at the major. “Normally it’s you doing the torturing, not the other way around.” “Bah,” he waved a dismissive hand as the simulator was dialed up, “With all the things I have seen, you call this torture?” “I don’t call it a relaxing evening,” you sassed back, arms crossed and smirk growing when you saw him bolt suddenly upright, “But you see that now, don’t you?” “I, I could still work under these conditions,” Wolfgang protested, but you saw an entirely different answer glossing over his eyes. It took everything in you to suppress a snicker as you glanced over to the simulator, which was only on a four. A four. A low to average day depending on the person. Five. The Gestapo major tried his to disguise gripping the back of the nearest chair as a casual shift in posture. “Awww, want me to hold your hand?” “Nein!” “What, turn it up to a nine?” You continued teasing him. “No!” Urgency. Pleading. A complete drop of his facade. “Alright, we’ll only do an eight. That is what a bad day for me is like, after all,” you told him, enjoying the grit of his teeth and white of his knuckles a little too much. Only because he’d talked so big. When the eight dialed in, he crumpled immediately, body folding clean in half. You felt it. You understood. But at the same time? You worked like that. You put on a façade when that happened as best you could. Had god knows what other symptoms going on, too. Not that you were a sadist, but his pain almost had you laughing. “Perhaps the Gestapo could use this device,” Wolfgang panted, his kneed still buckled, “Any man would talk beneath this.” “Keyword there being man,” you shot back, “Care to apologize?” “Never!” “Alright, if it’s not that bad I’ll keep it on th—” “I apologize! I apologize!” “That’s what I thought.”

Colonel Rodney Crittendon

He could assure you, he had been trained for this. Trained for all sorts of injuries, and he supposed you had been too if you got a wound of sorts every month. This was a method of more thorough training, a way to experience what many he stood among had not, and just as importantly what you had. “Alright, all ready whenever you are!” “You’re awfully eager for someone whose body is about to be forced into a series of painful involuntary movements.” “All for you, love. …Well, and the additional endurance training, yes.” You took the all for you part and smiled, giving a fond shake of your head. “Just to show the depths of my own training, I’ll not even—” The colonel’s words died upon his lips in favor of a choked sound and a frantic reach for the lip of the table. “Right. Yes. I’ll maintain this posture as a show of resistance. …I say, isn’t this a bit much? This certainly couldn’t be what it’s like every time.” You just smiled right into his nervous chuckle, eyelashes fluttering. “Every time.” “By jove, I certainly understand why they say be kind to your wives and mothers!” “Does that mean you approve of my training, then?” A nod. “That you’re going to be kind to me?” A swallow, another nod. “Certainly.” “Then we can end this early if you’d like the chance to leave it there.” “There’s more? Good heavens, how on earth do they call you the fairer sex?”

#60s television #hogan's heroes #hogans heroes #hogan's heroes headcanons #hogan's heroes x reader #hogan's heroes au #robert hogan #peter newkirk #james kinchloe #louis lebeau #andrew carter #richard baker #wilhelm klink #hans schultz #albert burkhalter #wolfgang hochstetter #rodney crittendon

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gamerwoo · 1 year ago

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[SKZ Imprinted] Stray Kids: Dungeons & DragonsWerewolves (Spin-Off)

Characters: ot8 skz x ocs

Genre/warnings: college au, werewolf au (sort of), humor, minor angst. lots of d&d happening (coming from someone who knows very little about d&d), possible major character death in the beginning and the end but not really, a twist on dream theory

Word count: 2,976

Summary: What if it was all just one elaborate D&D campaign?

a/n: this wasn't requested i just thought this might be fun hehe

SKZ Imprinted Masterlist

This was it. This was the moment the entire pack had been waiting for.

Jungkook was back.

The only problem was it wasn't on the terms they'd hoped. They wanted Namjoon to track him down. They wanted the hunters to bring him to them under safe circumstances so they could be sure everyone on their side would be safe.

Instead, it was chaos.

Ryujin was held tightly in front of him, one of his strong arms wrapped around her to keep her there. In his other hand was a gun, the barrel pressed to her temple. Jungkook's wild eyes scanned the small crowd in front of him.

"Don't move," he threatened through clenched teeth, his jaw impossibly tight, "or I'll shoot."

But how could Minho not move? Of course he was going to do anything to save his mate, even if it meant putting his own life in danger.

He lunged forward, betting on his reflexes being faster than Jungkook's. The hunter moved his arm that held the gun to his sister's head and--

Bam!

The room froze, all eyes going from Ryujin to Minho as time seemed to slow. Chan's jaw dropped as he watched his brother fall to his knees in front of Jungkook. He saw the bullet come out from the back of Minho's head--

"No fuckin' way!"

Aeri slowly lifted her gaze from the two large books she propped up around her like a child in school taking an exam and trying to hide their test behind folders and binders. Spread out in front of her were more papers. But instead of her eyes being wide as she read off of the papers she had written and spent hours planning, she was now glaring at the cause of the interruption.

"Minho died?!" Hyunjin gasped, looking at the dungeon master with wide brown eyes.

"Well dumbass over here wanted to just lunge at Jungkook like a psychopath!" she stated, gesturing across the long table to the psychopath in question.

Minho still looked displeased, continuing his earlier outburst, "There's absolutely no shot I die there."

"There was actually a shot," Seungmin stated, "and you did die to it."

Minho continued to glare at Aeri as he grabbed his d20 without looking, while she scanned over her paperwork to make sure she was correct -- even though she knew she was. She had copies of all of their character sheets and had been keeping careful track of all of their stats. Minho definitely hit 0.

She looked up and nodded once, stating, "Roll."

It was her idea to start this D&D campaign. She actually came up with all of the characters and their backgrounds. She also decided to modify it to make it at least a little more realistic.

Originally, the eight boys were supposed to be part of a gang with all of them having different roles. But her boyfriend begged to be a werewolf, and then Seungmin decided he needed to be one, and it snowballed into all eight men banning together to create their werewolf pack.

Chan was their fearless alpha, which gave him an extra strength point just for that. Aeri assigned Minho as a Rogue, taking some inspiration from his slyness in real life. Changbin was a Rogue Barbarian, using a mix of stealth and brute force to take down any foes in his path. The others in the pack were simply 'Scholars', a class Aeri invented for this "realistic" campaign -- though, Hyunjin's character had a mysterious past that nobody knew details about, and they had yet to discover anything else about his possible class or alignment.

Overall, the girlfriends of the group were simple Human Scholars with their different alignments. The only exceptions were Jamie, and the sisters. Jamie's class and alignment were both unknown, though her character was a mostly non-verbal person with a lot of her thoughts, emotions, and past kept a mystery.

The youngest of the Jeon sisters was classified as a Fighter, while Elsie was a Werewolf Hunter -- another class Aeri invented, but said it was a sub-class of Fighter.

And their brother was made one of the villains, and was the current main villain. All because Aeri was upset he wouldn't join their campaign.

Minho's die hit the table. 14.

"One win," he smirked.

"Two more to go," Aeri reminded him.

"Wasn't there a rule last time about not going with Minho's first answer and letting the group decide?" Ankita recalled while the rolls for combat continued.

"Yeah, but it wasn't as fun," Aeri sighed. "I made an executive decision as DM to undo the rule."

"Honestly," Jamie spoke up, holding a steaming mug of tea between both hands, "it's his own fault for getting shot."

"It's Aeri's fault for rolling a 19!" Minho shouted, making Mari jump during her turn to roll, prematurely dropping the die on the table.

"Okay, okay," Chan stepped in to calm the group before they decided to gang up on his girlfriend, "let's remember this isn't the first time someone got shot -- and Elsie lived."

"Barely," she stated. "I literally met God, like, 3 times."

The bad thing about having a DM who only just recently got into D&D and only knew the bare minimum -- if that -- was that Aeri tended to just make things up as she went. She wasn't always sure when to roll Perception or Initiative or when to roll for one's literal life. So sometimes she just...made things up.

The good thing about having a DM like Aeri, though, was that things were always interesting. Sometimes she would throw things in as she went, even if they weren't pre-planned. Having her ex-boyfriend, Taehyung be the original bad guy along with her mutual friends with him was something she had planned all along, but she decided to really focus on Jungkook out of nowhere when he refused to join the campaign when she offered that one time he came over for the Halloween party. She had always planned for Elsie to be a Fighter, but decided last minute to add on Werewolf Hunter when her and Seungmin went on The World's Shortest Break just to tease them. She made the decision while they were actively rolling for their Abilities to lower Minho, Hyunjin, and Jisung's Intelligence and Wisdom scores despite what they had rolled because she just couldn't have them being smart in any universe.

The die hit the table again. 1.

Aeri smirked at Minho, "Two losses. Good luck, champ."

"Two?!" Minho exclaimed angrily. "But I--"

"If you roll less than 10, it's one loss. If you roll a 1, it counts for two," Seungmin explained before rolling his eyes. "Don't you pay attention to the rules?"

"Not when Chan's girlfriend makes up half of them!" he shouted, gesturing toward the DM at the head of the table.

All she did was stare back at Minho, glance around the table, and shrug.

"Some of us died several times and aren't complaining," Elsie reminded him.

"Babe, can you just roll?" Ryu whined softly. "This is supposed to be fun."

"It's fun when I'm not about to die!" he exclaimed again before tossing the die across the table, landing on Hyunjin's character sheets.

The younger boy looked down in front of him before looking up at Minho to tell him, "19."

Minho tossed his head back and loudly groaned before shouting, "Motherfucker!"

The rest of the table, however, was having a fantastic time watching Minho struggle. He was so close to an instant win, and they couldn't help but laugh at his failure.

"If you die, you can always have Yoongi bring you back to life," Minseo shrugged. "I don't see the problem."

"That was only because Yoongi showed up for one game night and he wanted to do something cool," Aeri stated. "If he's not here, he can't help you."

"That's a stupid rule and you know it," Minho huffed, rolling his eyes until they glared at Aeri.

"Not stupid. Intentionally mean," Hyunjin corrected.

Aeri just grinned, "If it wasn't so funny seeing Minho get this mad at a game, maybe the rules would be different."

"Monopoly may end friendships but DnD completely burns all bridges of friendship," Ankita said quietly as she stared down at the table, too afraid to look up in case she caught Minho's intense stare.

Minho blew on the die, mumbling, "C'mon, c'mon..."

Finally, with a deep breath that was slowly let out, Minho tossed the die onto the table. Everyone leaned over to see what the outcome was, some standing up from their seats to see. And...

Ryu cried out Minho's name, one hand reaching out for him as she squirmed to get away, but Jungkook just tightened his grip. Some of the pack stayed frozen, trying to process what had happened as Minho blood pooled on the floor around where he lay seemingly lifeless. Others fell to their knees, sobs wracking their bodies.

Chan was one of the few that hadn't yet processed what exactly had happened as he stared at Minho's body. But as he stared, he realized...he was still breathing. Was it possible that maybe, somehow, Jungkook hadn't used a silver bullet? Maybe he didn't have access to that after running away? Maybe there was a chance for Minho to live.

But they would have to act quickly.

"I try to distract Jungkook to get his attention off of Minho and avoid a finishing blow, and so Changbin can sneak around and attack," Chan stated for his turn.

Aeri nodded for him to roll the dice.

Slowly, the alpha put up his hands in surrender. Jungkook's gaze and gun immediately pointed to him, but Chan didn't even flinch.

"It doesn't have to end like this," he said slowly and calmly as he tentatively took a small step forward, testing the waters. Jungkok was shaking and had clearly lost all rational thought, but this was still a risk Chan was willing to take for his brother. "You don't want to hurt Ryujin -- I know you don't. You care about her. You just want your family back and for things to go back to normal. Trust me, I understand that. But...this isn't how you should go about it."

Changbin tried to pull himself together, sniffling as he wiped stray tears from his cheeks. His reddened eyes stay trained on Jungkook as he slowly and cautiously took a step to the side. He just wanted to get out of the rogue hunter's line of sight. But currently, Jungkook seemed to have tunnel-visioned onto Chan.

"You still have a chance to stop yourself from hurting her and making it worse," Chan assured Jungkook. His eyes were sincere, even if they were still blood red. "If you walk away now and let Minho go--"

"This isn't realistic literally at all," Elsie was the one to interrupt this time with a huff and a roll of her eyes.

Aeri froze, eyes wide in annoyance and staring at her sheet. She slowly moved her gaze to the older girl toward the other end of the table, "What now?"

"You really think Kookie wouldn't notice that absolute unit side-stepping away?" she snorted.

Jisung sighed, "Fine, I'll roll for distract--"

"No," Seungmin stated. "Every time you roll for speed when you're driving in serious situations, you end up going, like, 5 under."

"Fine, then you do it," Jisung told him in a sassy, high-pitched voice.

"For Minho? No."

"Your character would, though," Hyunjin reminded him.

Seungmin let out the loudest and most drawn-out groan before picking up his die and rolling it in his hand. He threw it on the table and immediately was beaming.

"15!"

However, his smile fell when he saw the way Aeri was looking at him, "What?"

Seungmin took a step forward to start running and immediately shifted, roaring at Jungkook as he lunged toward him. Jungkook's arm moved at lightening speed, and all Chan could do was cry out, "No!"

Jungkook shot Seungmin in the chest, but the distraction was still enough for Changbin to sneak up on the hunter and wrap one arm around his neck before forcing the gun out of his grasp with his other hand. Chan rushed to Ryu's aid to get her away from her brother before handing her off to Felix, who escorted the girl out of the room while she was kicking and screaming for Minho.

"How do I get shot?!" Seungmin demanded.

"Shut it, you're still alive. It wasn't a vital shot. Get a higher number next time," she said dismissively before going back to the story.

Jisung and Jeongin rushed to help Changbin subdue Jungkook, while Hyunjin went to the alpha's side as he examined the hurt wolves. Chan had rolled Minho onto his back and saw his chest was still rising and falling, even if it was shallow. He knew a bullet that wasn't made out of silver wouldn't kill him, but it could still wound him pretty badly. For all he knew, he could have permanent brain damage. And Seungmin could face something similar.

"We need to get them out of here," Chan breathed, trying to stay calm. "We need to get them to Josh and Aya."

"How are they still alive?" Hyunjin questioned. "It shouldn't be possible, right?"

Chan had his suspicion the bullet wasn't silver, but he had to make sure. His eyes scanned the floor until he found the bullet from Minho. Without even thinking about it, he reached for it, hissing in pain as it immediately sizzled against his skin.

His eyes widened.

"Roll to kill Jungkook!" Changbin shouted out of turn.

Aeri immediately turned to him, "Can you wait your turn? It's technically Jeongin's anyway."

"Roll to kill Jungkook!" Jeongin cheered with a wide grin.

"Don't you have the lowest stats?" Jisung asked.

"No, I'm way smarter than you are."

"Are you sure?" Aeri asked, her tone serious as she looked across the table at the youngest. "If you don't roll high enough, it could end badly for you."

"What, another fake shot?" Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"No."

All eyes went to Aeri. This was very crucial information to the campaign. She was warning them that this time, there would be a very real death for Jeongin's character. There would be no going back.

"I don't want to spoil anything, but...I know this run means a lot to you guys so far. So...just a warning," she told him with a shrug. "Are you sure?"

The group looked around between each other. The girls didn't really have much to do with the current predicament, so it was something the boys had to work out. But ultimately, they decided it was Jeongin's decision. Did he think he would be lucky enough to roll a number high enough to actually get rid of the biggest villain thus far in the campaign?

Jeongin stared at his d20. Did he think he could do it? Did he even want to risk it? But if he pulled it off, it would be so cool. And it would be such a big accomplishment within the campaign. They could move onto something new or even expand Ryu and Elsie's lore with this. Overall, the opportunities for Jeongin pulling this off would be great for the group.

But if he failed...

Jeongin lifted his hand, pausing like he was second-guessing if he should pick up the die. But then his hand moved forward again.

"You're killing me off?"

The majority of the group at the table jumped. Hyunjin even let out a gasp and almost fell into Mari's lap as he put a hand to his chest.

"What are you doing here?" Ryu whined, looking at her twin brother that had just walked into Jeongin's parents' dining room.

"Didn't you tell me to pick you guys up at 9?" Jungkook asked, checking his phone again to make sure he had the time right.

Jisung's eyes widened, "It's already 9?!"

"It's passed my bedtime..." Ankita mumbled.

"Oh, shit," Chan chuckled as he also checked the time on his phone. "Didn't realize it was already ending time."

"But it was just getting good!" Minseo whined.

"And I'm on death's door with chucklehead over there," Minho scowled, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to Seungmin. "We can't just leave it like this!"

"If you guys are killing me, shouldn't I fight for myself?" Jungkook asked.

Aeri scoffed, "No! You didn't want to join the campaign to begin with!"

"Yeah, but now my life is on the line," he countered. "Can't I join in at least for the boss battle?"

"We don't even know if Jeongin is gonna go for it," Jamie said.

"And we apparently won't know until next week," Aeri sighed as she slapped one of her books closed.

"Well," Jungkook began as everyone started collecting their belongings and standing up from their chairs to leave, "maybe I'll hang around next week to see what happens."

Aeri eyed the boy up and down, eyes narrowed. She had wanted him to join... Maybe letting him play his own boss battle -- if it happened -- would be interesting. Even if Jeongin didn't go through with it, just watching the group play might convince Jungkook to join.

She grabbed Jungkook's character sheets, and the notes from the campaign so far from her folder and slapped them into his chest, "Study up, buddy."

"Alright, dingdong," Elsie walked up behind her younger brother and reached up to mess up his hair, "let's roll."

Jungkook shot her a dirty look, "Can you not?"

"Bye, guys!" Ryujin called as she put a hand on her brother's back to guide him out behind Elsie.

"Can't believe we're leaving it on a cliffhanger..." Changbin mumbled, clearly unsatisfied with the current ending.

Aeri just shrugged with a sweet smile, "Isn't that what this campaign does best?"

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Right Where You Left Me

Oh man guys, I'm nervous for this one. This is the Gator Tillman fic I've been working on for the better part of a year. It has a thriller/crime element to it eventually, but I felt like I was doing too much at once, just because I love the universe, so i've slowed the pacing a little on it and started to rewrite it.

it is a Fargo fic so there will be a lot of tw, but i'll include them in every chapter.

there are a LOT of folklore, evermore, and TTPD references in the chapter titles. I have arttributed most songs on those albums to be such a perfect fit for Gator lovers. you don't need to enjoy them to enjoy the story, but for those that do, i hope you see the little references throughoput the chapters!

I really love my OC for this. she is an extension of myself in some ways, just like my Stranger Things OC, Mac. I hope you guys like it as much as I like living in my little fantasy world for it. <3 background on OC here (not necessary but good for story immersion)

tw: mentions of fatphobia & body shaming, mentions of dv, a nasty beautiful stupid man spitting

Samantha Olson adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled up the long driveway of her father’s farm. The paint of her car, a relic of her late mother’s youthful dreams, gleamed under the afternoon sun, but inside the air felt stifling. She rolled the window down halfway, letting in the cool North Dakota breeze, but it did little to soothe the knot twisting in her stomach.

The farm looked just as she’d left it—wild sunflowers growing along the fence line, the barn leaning slightly to the left, and the wraparound porch with its peeling paint. The porch swing, swaying like an old friend trying to decide if it should greet her or just fall apart entirely. Samantha sighed, pulling her car to a stop in front of the house.

The front door creaked open, and there he was: her father, Jeremy Olson. At fifty-seven, he was still a strong, towering man, his broad shoulders softened only slightly by age. His salt-and-pepper beard made him look older than he was, but his bright blue eyes—a match to Samantha’s—were kind.

“Samantha!” His voice boomed across the yard as he walked toward her. “You made it in one piece!”

She stepped out of the car, smoothing the front of her sundress and squinting against the sun. “Wouldn’t miss a bumpy landing for the world,” she called back, plastering on a smile she didn’t fully feel.

As Jeremy reached her, he pulled her into a bear hug, his embrace grounding her, even as she felt the weight of everything she was trying to leave behind. He smelled like fresh hay and the faint scent of motor oil—a scent she hadn’t realized she’d missed.

“Look at you,” he said, holding her at arm’s length. “Still my Sam Bam, though you’ve grown up more than I’d like to admit.”

“Don’t remind me,” she replied, forcing a laugh.

Behind him, a figure stepped onto the porch, and Sam’s heart sank just a little further. Holly. Blonde, thin, and eternally dressed like she was auditioning for a department store catalog, her stepmother had her arms crossed as she surveyed Sam with sharp, critical eyes. Holly looked like she was calculating how much weight Sam had gained since the last time she saw her.

“It’s good to see you, Samantha,” Holly said, descending the porch steps with deliberate grace. “Though I thought you’d dress a little more... put-together for your big return. First impressions matter, don’t they?”

Sam stiffened, fighting the urge to smooth her rumpled dress more, and kept her smile in place. “Nice to see you too, Holly.”Jeremy shot Holly a look that said, Knock it off, but Holly just smiled tightly. Sam didn’t give her the satisfaction of biting back; she had enough battles to fight coming back home without adding this one.

Instead, she walked back to her car and started unloading her bags. Jeremy moved to help her, lifting the largest suitcase with ease. “The house hasn’t changed much,” she said, glancing at the familiar outline of the porch swing. “Feels like I’ve been gone a lifetime.”

“Not much does change here,” Jeremy replied, his tone laced with too much truth, both good and bad. “But we’re glad to have you back, Sam Bam.”

Sam didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the house. There was a strange stillness about it, like it had been holding its breath waiting for her to come home.

As soon as she stepped inside, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards greeted her. The house smelled the same—like lemon polish, old wood, and the faintest trace of her dad’s cologne. Holly’s decorations were everywhere now, but the bones of the house were unchanged. Sam carried her bags up the stairs, ignoring Holly’s hovering presence, and pushed open the door to her old bedroom.

It felt like being sixteen all over again. The pale pink wallpaper covered in floral prints, the bookshelves overflowing with old novels and photo albums, the slightly faded quilt on the bed—it was all the same. Her eyes traveled to the bay window seat, still piled high with pastel cushions. More rows of books lined the shelves beneath it, and she could picture herself curled up there on lazy summer afternoons, escaping into a fictional world while the sun poured in.

Her fingers brushed over the top of her desk, where a small stack of forgotten papers sat, the edges yellowed with time. Above the desk, framed photos hung in neat rows—school pictures, one of her and her mom in matching sundresses, and another of her at the Stark County Fair, wearing her princess sash and crown.

But it was the photo to the right of her desk that caught her eye, her breath catching for just a moment. They were seventeen in the picture, laughing in front of his beat-up old truck. His arm was slung lazily over her shoulder after one of his football games, his grin cocky as ever. She looked happy—like a different person entirely. Ten years had turned her into someone else entirely.

She set her suitcase down by the bed, pausing to run her hand over the soft quilt. There was a cardigan draped over the back of the chair by the window—a soft cream colored one she hadn’t worn in years. Seeing it there made the ache in her chest flare, sharp and unrelenting.

Taking a deep breath, Sam turned away from the cardigan and began unpacking her bags. She couldn’t afford to let her emotions spiral, not now. It was a cruel joke. This farm—this town—being her ‘new’ start, even if there were a lifetime of memories in every corner of Lehigh.

But as she glanced around the room, her eyes kept drifting back to that picture. It stared back at her like a ghost of everything she used to be.

The crunch of gravel under tires drew Sam’s attention as she walked from the barn toward the house, a stack of freshly folded blankets tucked against her chest. She squinted against the sun, her brow furrowing when she saw the familiar brown Stark County Sheriff’s cruiser pulling into the driveway. The driver's door swung open with practiced ease, and out stepped Gator Tillman.

From the moment he stepped out of the car, she could see that plastered on, cocky, self-assured asshole mask she remembered, now with the badge to match. His tactical vest over his chest gave him an air of authority that he wielded like a weapon. His sunglasses reflected the golden light, hiding those brown eyes she didn’t want to meet anyway. He leaned casually against the cruiser, the glint of his badge catching her eye, and took a long drag from his vape.

Sam tried to ignore the way the sight of him made her stomach twist, chalking it up to irritation rather than anything else. She adjusted her grip on the blankets and kept walking, determined not to engage unless absolutely necessary.

But, of course, he wouldn’t let that happen. He was probably here for her after all. She knew that.

“Well, look who’s back,” Gator drawled, his voice carrying across the yard. He exhaled a cloud of vapor, the scent of artificial mint wafting through the air and making her nose wrinkle. “What happened, Sammy? Boston not shiny enough for you?”

Sam stopped mid-step, rolling her eyes before continuing toward the house. “Oh good, the Tillman royal envoy has arrived,” she said flatly, not bothering to mask her annoyance or turn around. “Let me guess, you’re here to bring goodwill and warm wishes from the king himself?”

Gator smirked, pushing off the cruiser and taking a few steps toward her. She could feel his gaze trailing over her as if he were cataloging every change since he last saw her.

“There’s goodwill, alright,” he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity. “Dad’s hosting dinner tomorrow. His orders. You know how he loves a full table.”

Sam stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow, finally turning to fix him with a look that could melt steel. “Hard pass.”

“You didn’t even let me finish,” he shot back, his grin widening as he took another drag from the vape. “But then again, that’s always been your thing, ain’t it?”

She opened her mouth to deliver a cutting remark, maybe call him crude, but her father’s voice interrupted her from the porch.

“Gator!” Jeremy called, stepping out onto the porch and wiping his hands on an old rag, walking over to the two of them. “Didn’t expect to see you here today.”

Gator tipped his cap toward Jeremy, the smirk softening into something almost polite. “Just doing my rounds, sir,” he lied, sliding the vape into his pocket. “Roy’d like you and the missus to join for dinner tomorrow. And Samantha, of course.”

Sam muttered something again under her breath, earning a sharp glance from her father.

Jeremy ignored her beyond that and nodded to Gator. “We’ll be there,” he said firmly. “Been a while since we had a proper dinner with Roy and Karen.”

Sam bristled, shifting the blankets in her arms. “Dad—”

Jeremy held up a hand, cutting her off. “You’ve got errands to run tomorrow anyway,” he said, and then turned back to Gator. “She needs to pick up some stuff in town. You mind taking her with you? Gives me the time to do a tune up on her car.”

Gator’s smirk returned instantly, and Sam wanted to deck him. “Don’t mind at all,” he said, his voice dripping with false charm. “Always a pleasure, Mr. Olson.”

Sam gawked at her father. “You can’t be serious.”

“Perfectly serious,” Jeremy said, ignoring her protests. “It makes sense. I’m sure Gator’s already heading that way.”

“I’ll make sure she’s home safe and sound,” Gator said, tipping his Stark County cap again, thus time in an exaggerated way toward Sam, his cocky grin widening. “Be ready by eight. Sharp.”

Jeremy clapped Gator on the shoulder, offering a small thanks before heading back inside. Sam stood frozen, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for a rebuttal, but Gator didn’t give her the chance.

“Guess you’re stuck with me, county princess,” he said, leaning casually against the cruiser and taking another drag from his vape.

Sam glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his grin never faltering. “I’ll call you whatever I want. Eight a.m., don’t make me come lookin’ for you.”

Before she could get far, she heard the distinct sound of him spitting onto the gravel. She cringed, stopping in her tracks but refusing to look back.

“Disgusting,” she muttered, more to herself than to him.

“You’re welcome,” he called after her, his tone infuriatingly cheerful. “Looking forward to tomorrow, Sammy.”

She stormed into the house, slamming the screen door shut behind her. Her father gave her a pointed look from the kitchen, but she ignored him, her mind already racing with ways to get out of tomorrow’s plans. Unfortunately, she knew her dad well enough to know there was no way she was winning this one.

She sat cross-legged on the floor of her childhood bedroom, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes. A soft beam of early evening sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a warm glow on the clutter she had spent the better part of the day trying to organize. Old journals, trinkets from her high school years, and a faded blue ribbon from her last Stark County Fair were strewn around her like artifacts from another life.

She sighed, running her fingers over the ribbon, her mind drifting somewhere far away.

The knock on her door startled her, and she quickly shoved the ribbon back into the box. “Come in,” she called, trying to sound nonchalant.

Jeremy stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His graying hair was mussed, the smell of motor oil still clinging to him. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as he took in the room. “Still feels like your mom decorated it yesterday, doesn’t it?”

Sam nodded, not trusting her voice to say much more. The wallpaper, the shelves of neatly aligned books, and the photos on the walls were frozen in time, untouched by the years she had spent away. Even the familiar scent of lavender from an old sachet in her closet lingered faintly in the air.

Jeremy stepped inside, his work boots creaking on the wooden floorboards. “So, about earlier,” he said casually, though the way he glanced at her suggested he already knew how she felt about it.

Sam only let out a dry laugh in response, getting up to put the trinkets on her desk. She took the photo of her and Gator off the wall, skimming over it with her fingers.

“I’m guessing you’re not thrilled about tomorrow,” Jeremy continued when she didn’t respond.

Sam placed the photo face-down on her dresser, brushing her hands on her sundress. “What gave it away?”

Jeremy chuckled, stepping closer. “Look, I know it’s not what you wanted, but maybe it’s not such a bad thing. You could use some normalcy right now. It might be good for you.”

Sam stiffened, keeping her eyes on the half-empty box in front of her. Normalcy. If only her father knew how far from normal her life had been for the past year. She couldn’t tell him—not the truth, not the nights spent crying herself to sleep. She had come back to Lehigh to escape all that, to put the pieces of herself back together. But how could she explain that to Jeremy when she hadn’t even fully accepted it herself?

She plastered on a small smile, glancing up at him. “Yeah, maybe.”

Jeremy’s eyes softened, but he didn’t press her. Instead, his gaze drifted to the wall above her bed, where the photo of her as the Stark County Fair Princess hung in a gilded frame. Her younger self smiled brightly in the picture, wearing a pale pink gown and holding a bouquet of flowers.

“You know,” Jeremy said, nodding toward the photo, “they’re probably gonna have a bunch of those up at the reunion. All your old fair photos. People love that kind of stuff.”

Sam sighed, leaning back on her hands. “I don’t even know who that girl is anymore,” she said softly, almost to herself. “Sometimes I’m not sure I ever really was her.”

Jeremy tilted his head, studying her for a moment. “Looks like my same little girl to me.” he said gently.

Her throat tightened, and she turned her head to avoid his gaze. He had no idea how that was both so true and untrue at the same time. She was stronger now, parts of her. But other parts of her felt locked up, like she’d never be able to let them out again.

Jeremy reached out and gave her shoulder a light squeeze. “Dinner’s almost ready. Don’t take too long,” he said, his voice warm but firm.

She nodded, managing a quiet, “Okay,” as he turned and left the room. The door clicked softly behind him, leaving her alone with the fading light and her thoughts.

After a moment, Sam pushed herself up and walked over to the window seat, curling up with her knees tucked to her chest. Her gaze drifted to the photo of her younger self, still on the wall. For a moment, she could almost hear the hum of the carnival rides, the laughter of the crowd, and the announcer’s voice as he called her name: Samantha Olson, your Stark County Princess!

Her eyes fluttered shut as the memory washed over her, pulling her back to the last Stark County Fair she had attended—the summer of 2014…

The evening sky was streaked with shades of pink and orange, the kind of sunset that made everything feel a little more magical. Samantha stood on the small wooden stage, her satin sash draped over her shoulder and a sparkling crown precariously balanced on her head. The applause echoed across the fairgrounds, mingling with the laughter of children and the distant hum of carnival rides. But her eyes weren’t on the crowd. They were fixed on the boy leaning casually against a nearby fence, his arms crossed and his usual grin plastered across his face.

“Damn right!” Gator’s voice cut through the polite claps and cheers, loud enough to make heads turn. He let out a sharp wolf-whistle, grinning even wider when she flushed crimson. A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, but the disapproving looks weren’t far behind.

“Of course he’d show up and cause a scene,” someone muttered nearby.

She heard them. She always heard them. But the thing was—she didn’t care. Or at least she told herself she didn’t.

Because Gator was grinning like an idiot, and for reasons she didn’t want to examine too closely, that grin made her stomach flip.

She rolled her eyes, unable to stop the smile tugging at her lips. He was impossible, infuriating—and yet, there was no one else she wanted to see standing there.

When the ceremony wrapped up and the crowd began to disperse, she moved through the throng of well-wishers with practiced grace. She posed for photos, thanked the judges, and ignored the pointed stares of parents who thought she should be more careful with who she spent her time with. Being Jeremy Olson’s daughter meant she was town royalty. The Olson farm was where most of Lehigh’s crops came from, and he was a good man at his core, despite his inevitable ties to Roy Tillman.

Later, after the sky had darkened to a velvety blue and the fairgrounds had taken on a quieter, dreamier quality, she slipped away. The crown sat lopsided on her head as she walked, finally stopping by the Ferris wheel. She perched on a low bench, her fingers fiddling with the rhinestones on the sash. From this vantage point, the carnival lights looked like stars scattered across the ground. The voices from earlier lingered in her mind, nagging at her.

“She’s too good for that Tillman boy.”

“Doesn’t she know his family? His father?”

She knew. Everyone in Lehigh knew. They shut their mouths, hypocrites afraid of the wrath, but desperate for security despite the cost. But they didn’t know Gator—not really. Not like she did.

The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She looked up to see him strolling toward her, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. He had that lazy swagger she always teased him about, the kind that drove the church ladies insane and made half the girls in their high school swoon.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he said, his voice low and easy. Without waiting for an invitation, he plopped down beside her and held out a stick of cotton candy. “Figured you could use a snack, Your Highness.”

She snorted, taking the treat but refusing to meet his eyes. “Thanks,” she muttered, her lips quirking into a small smile despite herself.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the distant sound of carnival music playing faintly in the background. Gator leaned back, his arm stretching across the back of the bench in a way that felt casual but deliberate.

“So,” he said, breaking the quiet, “you gonna wear that crown to school on Monday? Really let everyone know who they’re dealing with?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. Like they don’t already know.”

He smirked, his eyes flicking to her sash. “Yeah, they know. Stark County Princess. The sweetheart everyone loves to love.”

She scoffed, finally turning to face him. “Not everyone.”

His grin softened, turning into something closer to genuine. “The people who don’t love you are idiots.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone,” he said, bumping her shoulder lightly. “I’ve got a bad reputation to maintain.”

The weight of the day began to lift as they talked, their banter flowing as easily as it always did. He made fun of her for tripping on the stage earlier; she teased him about how he’d stuffed his face with funnel cake and ruined his white shirt. They laughed until her sides hurt, the kind of laughter that felt like a rebellion against everything the world expected of them.

And yet, there was an edge to it. A quiet truth neither of them wanted to say aloud: that this—whatever this was—couldn’t last. Not here, not now. Didn't matter that they knew each other since grade school. Life was bigger than that. It beckond with bigger dreams. Maybe nightmares.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “people talk, ‘bout us.”

“I know,” she replied, her tone equally soft.

“Think I’m gonna ruin your good name or somethin’.” He smirked, but there was an undercurrent of something heavier in his voice.

She hesitated, then smiled faintly. “Maybe you already have. Or maybe I’ve done it just fine on my own.”

The words hung between them, not quite a joke but not serious either. He looked at her, really looked at her, and for a moment she thought he might say something important—something that would change everything. Something that would break down that wavering wall they had built, separating friendship from something more.

“You didn’t look like you were having much fun up there,” he said. “What’s the point of being crowned Princess if you’re just gonna sulk about it?”

“Maybe I don’t feel like a princess,” she shot back, tearing off a piece of the cotton candy. “And maybe I’m sick of everyone expecting me to act like one.”

Gator tilted his head, studying her in the dim light. “Well, they definitely don’t know you like I do if that’s what they’re expectin’.”

Her heart stuttered at the quiet conviction in his voice, but she played it off, shrugging. “Guess that’s the point, isn’t it? If they did, they’d probably riot.”

He laughed, a rich, easy sound that made her stomach flutter. “Yeah, well, if they knew half the shit we’ve pulled, you’d probably lose the crown.”

Samantha grinned, leaning back against the bench.

They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only came from knowing someone inside and out. Samantha glanced over at him, catching the way the carnival lights played across his face. There was a wildness in Gator that matched something inside her—a part of her she didn’t show to anyone else.

“You’re staring,” he said, breaking her thoughts.

“Shut up,” she muttered, looking away.

Gator leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the bench again. “You know, I don’t get why you care what they think of us.”

“Maybe I don’t,” she said, though her tone lacked conviction.

“Ya sure about that?” He nudged her foot with his boot. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you care too much.”

Samantha turned to glare at him, but the teasing glint in his eyes melted her resolve. Instead, she shook her head and looked back at the Ferris wheel. “You’re an ass, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. "I think you like it, though. Least a little."

The words hung between them, heavier than the banter they usually shared. Samantha felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t correct him. She didn’t want to.

“For what it’s worth, Sammy, fuck what they think. You’re the only person in this shithole town who actually matters.”

Her chest tightened, and for a moment, she wanted to tell him everything—how much the crown didn’t mean, how much she hated the pedestal they’d put her on, and how much she valued him for being the only person who saw her for who she really was, even the ugly parts.

Instead, she let out a breath. “Thanks, Gator.”

“Anytime, county princess.”

The nickname wasn’t meant to mock her- not back then. It felt more like a promise.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Part 6 of Little Soldier

You were straddling Bucky’s lap, your hands in his hair as you rocked against him. His arms held you close, not wanting to let you go. You started to kiss over his jaw. “I think we should move to my room.” You breathed.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He lifted you as he stood, chuckling as you let out a squeak before nipping his neck. “Shit, doll.” He groaned. This was a feeling he had missed more than he knew. The barely half eaten pizza sat forgotten on your coffee table, the show you had been watching nothing more than background noise. Not that either of you were listening to it.

Once in your room, he kicked the door shut, eager to be with you again.

Nat stared at you as you paced her room one night. Dom was having a sleepover with Wanda and Vision, so you’d surprised her by knocking on her door. That had been ten minutes ago. “As much as I love your company at nearly eleven at night, I’d love to know what the hell is going on even more.” She teased. “Or is your plan to make a permanent circle in my carpet?”

Swallowing, you looked at her. “I slept with him.” You blurted out, causing her eyebrows to shoot up. “It just happened! One minute we’re hanging out, eating pizza, and watching a show. The next we’re in my room and well…”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to process that. “You slept with who? Steve?” That’s who her money was on.

“What is it with you and this Steve thing?!” He looked at her like she was insane. “I will never sleep with Steve. Ever. I’m more likely to sleep with you.” You shot back, rolling your eyes. “I mean Bucky.” You flopped face first on her bed. “We couldn’t agree on a damn cake for Dom, so he suggested taking a break. He ordered pizza and we put on some show to watch. Bam. We’re fucking in my bed.”

Nat stared at you in complete shock. “Okay, before we unpack all... that .. Please tell me that you used protection!” She hissed. “Don’t tell me you were so stupid!”

You winced. “Why would I have any?!” You countered. “I went out the next morning and got a plan B pill, though, Mom .” You sighed. “We’re good.”

“Wait, when did this happen?”

“Last week.” You muttered seconds before she hit you with a pillow. “I’ve been trying to process this! And next week we all fly out to Maine for Dom’s party. For an entire weekend. I thought I should get this out of my system before that. Don’t you agree?”

Nat ran a hand through her hair. “I never thought you’d come into my room talking about sleeping with your ex.” She shook her head. “I mean, isn’t it a thing that you don’t fuck your baby daddy?” You furrowed your brows and looked at her. “What? Is there something more going on now?”

You groaned at her question. “I don’t know what the hell is going on.” You teared up, frustrated. “I don’t know if he slept with me just because he could, if he wanted to because there’s still some feelings there, or what.” You told her.

“Well, are there feelings there for you? Do you still love Bucky?” She asked, her tone a bit more gentle this time.

While you were confiding in Nat, Bucky was confiding in Steve. “What’s going on, Buck?” Steve asked, worried about his friend. Was he changing his mind about fatherhood?

Bucky licked his lips. “I slept with her.” He explained. “We were hanging out, and next thing I know she’s on my lap, kissing me, her hands in my ha--”

“Whoa. I don’t need details.” Steve cut him off. “And who? We know a few women.” It didn’t occur to him that he meant you. Steve didn’t think that there was any way that would happen. Not after how hard it was for you to move on. Yet, he couldn’t see Nat sleeping with him, either. Or Wanda for obvious reasons.

“Y/N!” He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, letting his head fall back. “Me and Y/N slept together.” He sighed. “Last week. I have no idea what this means. She hasn’t mentioned it since, and there’s been this awkward tension between us. What if she regrets it?!” He looked at Steve, clearly panicked. “What if this is too much and she’s changed her mind about wanting Dom knowing who I am?”

Steve stared at his friend, surprised. “For one, I highly doubt that she would do that.” He assured him. “Maybe she hasn’t mentioned it because you haven’t? Maybe she’s worried about the same things?” He suggested. “She may think that you regret it, Buck.”

“But I don’t.” He said easily. “I forgot how much I like being with her, Steve. It just felt right. And it wasn’t like we rushed to get dressed and do the walk of shame, either. I got to stay all night. I got to fall asleep with her on my chest like before.” Bucky went on, letting himself open up and be vulnerable with Steve. “I still love her, and I don’t think I ever stopped. I think I just pushed it down because she was gone.”

“Wow.” His face softened. “Do you think she’d go on a date with you? Maybe you should ask her out? See if you can start fresh.” While he’d remain protective of you and Dom no matter what happened, he also hoped that maybe his best friend could have the family he deserved. He hoped that you could raise your son with his father and have the life you one day pictured. It would be years late, but maybe that’s what the two of you needed to really know how much you loved each other. Did you still love him? He honestly couldn’t begin to guess.

You remained quiet for a moment. Did you? Were those feelings you worked so hard to get over still there? You knew that you loved watching Bucky and Dom together. You knew that you were thankful to have him back in your life. Nat watched you, wondering what was going on in your mind. “I don’t think that you should act on it if you do.” She said finally. “He hurt you way too badly before. I don’t want him to have that chance again.” Her tone was gentle, but it was clear she was very firm in her opinion.

“We’re going to tell Dom who he is either way, Nat.” You said softly. “We decided that when we started planning his party. We’re going to have a ‘family dinner’ the night we get there and come clean.” You went on. “That’s why Bucky has been spending so much time with Dom.”

“I know.” She reminded you. “You told me. Reminding me isn’t going to change how I feel about this. Am I glad that he’s stepped up? Yes. Do I think he deserves to be a father? No.”

Sitting up, you stared at her. “You don’t?” Bucky had been amazing with Dom! “Why not?”

She raised an eyebrow at you like it was a stupid question. “What happens if he wakes up six months from now and once again doesn’t want anything to do with being a father? What if he walks away from you two again, but this time Dom knows? Dom would know his father abandoned him- for a second time. That would kill him!” The thought of Dom being hurt like that made her upset.

You chewed on your lip. “I actually talked to Steve about that. When Bucky and I got back from the house. I told him what I was worried about. He says he can’t see Bucky doing that. I trust Steve, he knows Bucky better than most.”

“You thought you knew him before and look what happened.” Nat countered. “You thought he’d be excited for a family, and instead he didn’t want anything to do with it.” She didn’t want you to trust Bucky with your heart, and Dom’s, just for him to just break them. “Besides, he might have just slept with you because it’s sex. It might have been nothing more than that. Do you really want to go to him wanting more just for him to turn you down because it was nothing to him?”

“Gee. Thanks.” For some reason, her putting it like that hurt. It made you feel slightly used in her eyes. Getting up, you shook your head. “I’m gonna go take a hot shower and try to think this over.” Clearly coming to her wasn’t the good idea that you thought it was going to be.

Nat sighed. “Don’t do that. Don’t make me the bad guy because you two couldn’t keep your clothes on.” She watched you move towards the door.

You shot her a look before saying goodnight and walking out. While part of you understood where she was coming from, at the same time, part of you wanted to see what this meant. As you made your way to your room, you were on autopilot. Before you knew it, you were walking in your door, barely remembering much after leaving Nat’s. Your mind had been so damn sex-with-Bucky focused.

Blinking, you let out a breath and shut the door, hoping that a hot shower would help. You couldn’t avoid the man forever. You lived with him, and he was your son’s father. “At least I got plan B.” You muttered, not wanting to add a second kid to that equation. No one needed that. Or to explain to everyone else . You could only imagine that conversation ‘hey, we fucked and we’re having another baby together, but we’re not together…’. Not awkward at all.

Bucky left with Steve’s advice in mind. He was just worried that you wouldn’t want to go on a date because of the past. It wasn’t like he could suggest ‘starting over’. Having Dom made that pretty much impossible. “JARVIS, is Y/N awake?” He asked, simply standing in his kitchen. He was too awake to even attempt to try to sleep.

“She is currently showering, shall I alert her that you are asking for her?” JARVIS replied easily.

“Yeah, can you ask her if I can come by shortly?” They couldn’t let this go. The longer they went without talking about this, the more awkward things would become, and the harder this talk would be. He grabbed a bottle of water to sip while he waited for JARVIS to let him know if he could go see you.

It was another ten minutes before JARVIS spoke again. “She says as long as you bring some ice cream.”

Smiling to himself, he chuckled and nodded. “On my way.” He agreed.

You had been surprised when you stepped out of the shower, just to have JARVIS let you know that Bucky wanted to come by. Did he think that you’d sleep with him again? Did he want to tell you that it was a mistake? Your mind went to every possible scenario. Finally, you were dressed, your hair was brushed, and you were waiting for him while you sat on the couch. Hearing his knock, you took a deep breath. “Come in!” You called out.

Bucky walked in and held up the pint of ice cream. “I believe this was your request?” He teased you.

“Shush.” You blushed as he handed it over, along with a spoon. He sat on the other end of the couch and watched you open the container. “So, you wanted to see me?” You asked shyly.

“I thought we should talk about that night sooner rather than later.” He told you. “Don’t you?”

Taking a bite of the ice cream, you nodded. “I went to talk to Nat. That didn’t go well.” You admitted.

“Yeah, I went to talk to Stevie. I’m sure my conversation was better than yours.” He sighed. “Nat’s not my biggest fan.” It was old news and really didn’t bother him much anymore. They did what they had to for work, but that was about it. If there wasn’t a reason for them to be ‘nice’, they simply didn’t bother with the other.

“No, she’s not.” You agreed. “In her mind I shouldn’t even give you a chance to be a father. I don’t agree with her at all about that, I promise.” You assured him quickly. “She’s thinking you might wake up in six months and change your mind. Basically shot down me pointing out that Steve knows you and knows you wouldn’t do that. Said that I thought I knew you and I didn’t.” You looked down, not wanting to make him feel bad, but still wanting to be honest about the chat the two of you had. “Mentioned you might have just slept with me because it’s sex, that it wasn’t anything more.”

Bucky winced at that. “Thank you for believing in me.” He said softly. “I won’t ever change my mind. I want to be there for Dom.” His tone was firm, making you look at him. “I’ll always regret hurting you, and not being there for him for so long. I’ll spend the rest of my life being the father I should have been from day one.” He saw you tear up while giving him a small smile. “You didn’t know one part of me. Everything else you knew. You didn’t know that because I didn’t want you to. You loved me so completely. I didn’t want you knowing that all I saw when I looked in the mirror was a monster.” Hearing it all over stung. You’d never see him as that, so to know he did hurt. “Of course I liked the sex, but it wasn’t just that. I missed you.” He swallowed. “Not just that, either. The getting to hold you at night, too.” It was his turn to look down, looking shy. “Stevie said I should ask you on a date.”

You chewed on your lip, thinking. “Counter offer?” You started. “Maybe...maybe we can just hang out here for now?” You suggested. If you went on a date, it would be everywhere. You weren’t ready for that just yet. Especially the way Nat would act after she saw. He looked at you. “Maybe just kinda date in secret for now? Just to see if ‘it’s’ still there?” You were nervous about suggesting this. What if he thought you were ashamed?! “We can have dinners here with Dom, or if he’s with one of the others, just us? Watch movies together?”

His eyebrows shot up at that. “So, you’re not suggesting a single date? You want to get back together?”

Your stomach was in knots. “We could try.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “If we feel like it’ll really work, we can move past dating in secret and let other people know. If not, then we won’t have Nat on our assses.” You really didn’t want to make things worse between Nat and Bucky if things went south. “You can think about it if you want to.”

Leaning forward, he kissed you softly. “Yes.”

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