#jumping around a bit on ask replies now bear with me everyone

[stillness-in-green]

You need a kosher explanation for the kid Horikoshi brought back for two arcs despite failing in the first, decided to add the father of to the manga, gave a significant amount of character while setting up the potential for future development in said arcs, and used as one of the three Shiketsu representatives in each of their single panel post babysitting arc appearances bar one that was license training specific?

Legit cannot understand this nitpick each time I've seen it; it would be stranger and far worse writing/make no sense if Horikoshi left him and his broken quirk out in a doomsday scenario.

Seiji's flaw is ego/extremism, not combat ability.

(re: my post on Chapter 381.)

…Yes?  Yes, I do?  No offense, anon, but you’re doing that thing I sometimes get people doing in response to my meta, where I’m talking about the series on one level and they come at me with a bunch of objections that are engaging with the story on another level entirely.

Specifically, nearly everything in your ask is a Doylist explanation for Shishikura’s return.  That’s a perfectly valid approach if you’re looking to explain the author’s decision-making process, and, indeed, I’m sure you’re correct on every point—from a Doylist perspective.  The questions I raised about Shishikura’s presence, however, were Watsonian in nature: what’s the in-universe explanation for this and is there any chance that, whatever that explanation is, it’s not incredibly sketchy?

Hit the jump for more analysis, and please keep in mind that this is coming from the perspective of someone whose favorite non-UA student is, in fact, Shishikura Seiji and who has been wanting to see how he's handling his father's murder for over two years.

Anon, you said Seiji's flaw is ego/extremism as if it’s not a real flaw, as if it doesn’t matter, as if it’s not a damn good reason for the in-universe regulatory bureau to have withheld his license.  But ego/extremism is a reason to withhold his license—his snide little gatekeeping routine cost him the very first round of the exam!

During the exam, Seiji wasn’t focused on getting himself through; he wasn’t focused on getting his classmates through—his entire stated rationale was to hinder other people.  Not in the spirit of competition, nor a desire to secure his own place, but simply because he was looking down on all of his fellow students.  It’s a terrible attitude for a hero to have[1] and, given that the police had specifically asked the HPSC to prioritize teamwork in that exam, he rightly flunked it.

Would he have been able to pass solely on the basis of his combat chops?  Judging by the number of meatballs around him when Kirishima, Bakugou and Kaminari faced him, yes, absolutely! He would have coasted through in no time if he'd actually been focused on doing so. But instead, he decided that he had ascertained the goal of the examiners (he hadn’t) and took it upon himself to act towards that goal.  As his own teacher later said, Seiji had been influenced by Stain, coming to let contempt drive him, and that sense of contempt led directly to his defeat—the only Shiketsu student to fail the first round!

Those failings of ego are not minor.  On top of everything else, Seiji's ego made him incredibly easy to provoke, and his contempt for Kaminari meant that he failed to catch onto Kaminari’s ruse. On a field with All For One—the man who personally murdered Seiji's father and who excels at mind games—Seiji's being quick to anger and prone to underestimating his opponents are not funny character beats; they are potentially lethal flaws.

Back when Aizawa was first explaining the exam process, he said, “Hero licenses are inextricably tied to the saving of lives, so one must be properly qualified for such a heavy responsibility.  Naturally, the test is incredibly difficult.” Under normal circumstances, Seiji would never have been given his provisional license because he would be a danger to himself and others.  Yet in 381, there he is—why?  Who decided that Seiji’s combat potential was enough to make up for his personality flaws?

Well, we know the answer to that: the HPSC.[2]  Over the course of the story, multiple characters either allude to or comment outright on the HPSC’s desperate attempts to increase the number of heroes at their disposal:

Aizawa, in the initial explanation of opening up work studies to first years.

The UA staff, in discussing the reasoning behind restarting work studies after they were initially called off.

Endeavor, in reflecting on the HPSC using the trainees as backup to bolster their numbers.

Midnight, in apologizing to Kaminari that his presence on the front line is needed.

Dabi, in scornfully commenting on the students’ presence at the villa raid.

Whatever other cases might be escaping me at the moment.

Lacking any other explanation, I have to view Seiji getting approved for being at this action as just more of the same.  And, as has been made repeatedly clear, “more of the same” is not going to actually resolve the problems facing Hero Society.  Doubling down, bringing on board more and more people who are categorically unfit in their present state, is only going to get more people hurt as the usual tactics continue to fail.  And the people most at risk, in any halfway realistic story, would be the ones who are least qualified to be here in the first place.

So, yes, anon, I would like a kosher explanation for Seiji’s presence here.  Because all the unkosher explanations point to a society that’s just continuing to make the same mistakes.  I like Seiji!  I like all the students that Horikoshi has managed to scrape together some actual, impactful flaws for!  I’m happy to see Seiji here!  But that’s not the same thing as agreeing that he has any business being here, if the authorities in his world had the slightest degree of respect for his life and future potential.

P.S. Even setting aside the authorities, why in god's name did Seiji's classmates let him come to the fight with the man who murdered his father? Did Inasa and company think he had the right to that confrontation? I can see stories that would work in, but BNHA, with its comparatively grounded, real world-ish setting with laws and licenses and so much paperwork, is definitely not one of them. For evidence, compare the idea of Seiji's classmates not trying to get him to stay well clear of this fight with Narrator Deku's profound regret about not being able to prevent Iida from confronting Stain.

Seiji's keeping an admirably level head so far, and honestly, with the current pacing and the way the most recent chapter ended, I'm not actually expecting that to change. Though, if Seiji does manage to keep his temper all through this, Deku should ask for some pointers. Would have been nice if the reader had gotten to see any of that emotional maturation, huh?)

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1: Though obviously not an insurmountable one, cit. Number 2 Hero Endeavor.

2: I considered that maybe Seiji's classmates just didn't complain about him along even without a license, but then I remembered that he's in that big spread in Chapter 246 with a figure I recall we've seen elsewhere doing Pro Hero work, though judging by the hat, he's probably a Shiketsu alum. I suppose it's possible that he's a teacher, but if it was a class thing, you'd think we'd see Nagamasa Mora, the hairy class rep guy, there too.

[discopaddock]

SORE LOSER - FARLEIGH START

PAIRING: farleigh start x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff

WORD COUNT: 592

WARNINGS: my english, farleigh is a bit sad

AUTHOR'S NOTE: based on this request

Sometimes Farleigh felt like an outsider in his own house. Well maybe Saltburn wasn't his own house, but he still spent the most of his life there and when the whole Oliver situation happened, he felt even more unloved by his own family.

When the whole plate thing happened he had no idea where to go.

But then he suddenly knew.

She was the only person he ever cared about. And he hoped she cared about him too.

So he stood at the door of her family house and hoped she was inside. When he saw her mother he almost felt the tears forming in his eyes.

He asked about her. If she was at home or wasn't. The woman said nothing but called for her daughter, adding that she had a guest. The girl quickly showed at the doorstep and smiled as she saw a friend of hers.

“Hi, Farleigh” she said and hugged him and then she felt how tense he was. She knew something happened, he wouldn't be at hers if not.

He hugged her back and walked into the house next. She asked what had happened, when they were finally in her room. This very pink coloured room, that used to get on his nerves, whenever he was there, now was like some sanctuary for him.

Or maybe she just was there for him.

“They hate me” Farleigh mumbled only and hugged the white teddy bear that he gave her at her last birthday as a present.

“I'm sorry, Far” she said, kissed his cheek and hugged him again.

This was the moment that he knew – she was the one.

He could hate everyone but her. She was always there for him and he was so happy to have her around every time. He loved her and it wasn't platonic love.

“I adore you” he whispered, sure of his words. He had never said it to anybody before.

“And I adore you, Farleigh,” she answered and looked up to his face. He was smiling again. “You're staying here, right?”

“Only if your parents say so” he replied and hugged her tighter.

“Gonna ask them,” she announced and stood up. “Oh, and Farleigh, don't smoke in this house” she said dead serious and he only chuckled.

For the next few days the two of them were inseparable. Every activity they were doing together.

Farleigh even went playing golf with her and her dad, even though he found it boring.

“I won!” she yelled, satisfied, jumping a little. Farleigh only shook his head, smiling. The girl's father wasn't with them, because he was golfing with his friends, so they were alone on the course.

“Oh, stop being so grasping” he scoffed and hit the ball with his wedge.

“You are such a sore loser, Farleigh,” she said and ran after him.

“Oh, you sure?” he stopped, so she ran at him and bounced off his chest, almost falling on the ground, but he caught her.

“Yeah, yeah I am” she answered and then he kissed her without saying anything.

The girl felt like in a fairytale. Farleigh, the boy she had a crush on for years, was kissing her.

“You're an excellent kisser, you know?” he chuckled at her question and kissed her again, lifting her up a little.

“Let's go, I have to win with you” Farleigh laughed and started to run to the place where the ball fell with her hand in his.

“You're such a sore loser” the girl laughed with red cheeks and ran with him.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

a/n: I have officially became apart of this ... fandom? Is that what we're calling it? Anyway, I never understood the hype and NOW I UNDERSTAND. However, I do not understand the hype for some COD men, but if you do want me to include them - I will xx Just drop a comment :)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄

ISTJ

Slytherin

Lawful Good / Neutral Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・He may be one of the older members (not by much, he's not even in his forties yet), but he has a huge heart. His experience with danger and violence hasn't made him heartless. In fact, it's made him care a lot more about others.

・You are genuinely the light of his life, the only person he would truly kill for and die for.

・Knowing this can be a bit disconcerting because John looks like such a teddy bear. His smile is so kind and comforting.

・His pet names/ nicknames for you are: "Darling", "My love / love."

・When he comes home, he loves doing things around the house. The feeling of domesticity makes him feel happy

・He also likes telling you to sit down while he does the laundry, kitchen, vaccuuming etc.

・John is extremely handy. Would have a booming business as a handyman. He can fix almost anything.

・He couldn't wait to meet your family.

・John actually made a lot of your relatives swoon. And not purposefully.

・Gets choked up whenever he has to go back to work. Hates seeing the look on your face when he leaves.

・Sidenote: he has the louDEST sneezes, it's very jarring and something you had to get used to. Once you asked him if he was looking for attention and he furrowed his brows while replying:

"Love I'm fuckin' sneezin'?"

・Would actually love having a dog, especially a scary one so you can be protected.

・Speaking of protection: John taught you everything he could about self-defence. As well as going so far as to teach you to attack as well. He would never want you to be in a situation where you didn't know what to do.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Hey can I have a…" x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes."

Love language is physical touch (John) x Is touch starved (You)

Keeps strong eye-contact (John) x Literally can't look in their eyes (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Slowburn.

Everyone Could See It But You Two.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lay All Your Love On Me by Avantasia

I'm Scum by IDLES

I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 If Price knew you were underage and reading this...he would be very disappointed.

・He actually does like being more dominant, but loves when you initiate sex.

・He loves tickling your thighs with his beard. Sex isn't always serious with John, he loves making you smile

・Needs to feel your hands grabbing his back and shoulders when he's pounding into you

・Doesn't want to be called, "Daddy" or even "Sir." He prefers when you call him by his first name during sex. He wants to escape any ties to his work life

・When you're at the pub (this guy hates the club so pub it is), and he gets a lil tipsy, he always gets horny. John will rub your thighs, your waist, grab the back of your neck (not too hard).

・Can't have sex when certain tv shows or movies are playing. Especially horror ones. You tried it once and when there was a jump scare you both fell off the couch because John freaked out

・He adores those tender moments in the shower. Washing each other, scubbing the places neither can get to.

・If you have any insecurities, John will make them disappear. He truly makes you feel like royalty.

・The absolute King of aftercare, John needs to know you feel comfortable, safe and loved.

・Would never just roll over and fall asleep. He needs you to feel the most important; before, during and after sex.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 "𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏" 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good / Chaotic Good

Aquarius Sun, Taurus Moon, Sagittarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・6'2 sexy Scotsman with a lighthearted personality ... god he treats you so well.

・Yes, he does like to tease and taunt, and seeing you riled up is one of his favourite things, but at the end of the day, he's truly a good guy. Who would do anything for you.

・Even after years of being together, he still flirts with you - unashamed at the utter cringe he lets spill from his mouth. But it makes you blush and he loves doing that to you

・His nicknames/pet names for you are: "Babe," "Lass/Lad," "Bonnie" meaning beautiful, "Mo chroí" meaning "my heart" (yes he does know some Gaelic)

・Hates when anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll literally threaten to break both their legs.

・Soap has the ability to get you excited about things he's excited about. It's like a superpower - it's like he knows the button to give you the zoomies or something.

・Or maybe his personality is just really magnetic (especially to you).

・Sometimes he has cravings for Scottish food and when he explains what it is, you shake your head but go out with him to find it anyway.

"Johnny I know what haggis is and I'm not trying it again."

・Has a strong love for his country. He's a true Scotsman.

・You watched a few episodes of Outlander with him. After you swooned over Jamie, he looked at you with furrowed brows and said:

"...you have a Jamie right here."

・Then he paused the tv and stood in front of you, waving his hands up and down himself.

"Literally, right fuckin' here!"

・And he dramatically stormed away...

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"I'd do anything for you." (Soap) x "As you should." (You)

Wants to go on adventures together (You) x Turns any adventure into a police chase (Soap)

Black Cat (You) x Golden Retriever (Soap)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Rasputin by Boney M.

Iron Man by Black Sabbath

Flower Of Scotland by Champions United

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 Under 18 and trying to read past this point? Mmm no Christmas presents from Santa then.

・Would actually be into pegging. It came up because he wanted to fuck you in the ass (said much more delicately than that) but you wouldn't unless you could do it to him.

・And as it turns out, he really fucking likes a dildo up the ass.

・Loves sending and receiving nude photos, sexting and phone sex. At least twice a week you have phone sex; always without planning it.

・Sends you dirty voice messages whenever he's bored. He might not even be that horny, he just does it because he knows you love his voice.

・When Soap comes back home, he wants to take things as slow as he can. To savour his time with you.

・He's very submissive when you're together.

・Soap melts when you take the lead...especially if you have a leash (definition of walk him like a dog).

・ Will cum on the spot if you call him a "good Johnny boy."

・Soap would be up for any at least once. But that doesn't mean you have to be. He's happy to take things at your pace, but he will masturbate a lot more.

・And when he does masturbate, he thinks of you. When he's cumming it's your name that he moans.

・Would DEFINITELY wear a Ghostface mask if you wanted him to.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒

ENFJ

Slytherin

Chaotic Good

Aries Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・His pet names/nick names for you are all in spanish and refer to how he feels about you to other things like your apperance

・For example, "Mi alma" which translates to "my soul" / "my soulmate". "Mi Amado" meaning "my beloved." "Mi Vida" meaning "my life". And then when he's feeling a bit more playful he'll call you, "corta"/"corto" meaning short. "ojos bonitos" meaning pretty eyes.

・Alejandro's love language is a mixture of physical touch, gift giving and acts of service.

・Whenever he's on missions, he brings something back for you - well it's only fair in his eyes because you're on his mind all the fucking time.

・So he wants to bring back the little gifts and explain what he was thinking when he saw them:

"I got you this little flag, Mi alma, because I thought it would go well with our collection. I know how much you love miniature things."

・Alejandro is the type of guy to know all these homemade treatments when you get sick. He learnt them from his mother and his aunts.

・If you feel sick, he'll make this delicious soup but before you eat it, you have to drink this awful tasting medicine that his family swears by.

・It genuinely works...

・And you feel pretty much healed by the morning

・He loves baths, to the point where he has his own collection of bath bombs, body wash, and oils. Loves the smell of lavender.

・When he's home there's Spanish music playing 24/7. It reminds him of when he was younger.

・He can get very competitve when it gets to card games. Even bloody Uno, if he loses he is so sore about it.

"You cheated!"

"I did not!"

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Easily embarrassed (You) x Cheesy lovey-dovey (Alejandro)

Thinks They're In Charge (Alejandro) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

The Moon and His Star  

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Fell First, But He Fell Harder

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

La Flor De La Canela by Maria Dolores Pradera

La Luna en tu Mirada by Los Zafiros

One More Hour by Tame Impala

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 I am not going to be the reason you are corrupted.

・Alejandro and love go hand in hand.

・But when it comes to sex, he shows you his rough side.

・He loves hearing you beg. Even if it's an act that he's receiving (like a blowjob), he still wants you on your knees, begging for him.

"Sí, mi amor. Di cuánto quieres mi polla," (Yes, my love. Say how much you want my cock).

・Will make you ride his thigh if you've been teasing him

・There's a primal side of Alejandro that comes out when he's inside you. He needs to cum inside you.

・Doesn't like the thought of public sex. But he does like to touch your thigh, waist, put an arm around your shoulder. He's very respectful when he's out. But when he gets home, he absolute ravages you.

・Loves hair pulling. Will have a fistful of your hair and pull your head back to kiss you so fiercely.

・Even though he will have you on all fours, pumping in and out of you. When you're both done, he treats you like you're something fragile.

・Tenatively cleaning you up, even bathing with you. He loves baths; sharing them is even better. He'll sit behind you, holding you gently. Whispering how much he loves you.

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐏. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒

ISTP

Slytherin

True Neutral

Capricorn Sun, Aries Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Is one of the most playful, teasing and bantery (yes I'm making that a word) of the lot. Yes, even more than Soap, who is more flirtacious than teasing.

・Keegan on the other hand, knows that you like his teasing ways.

・His pet names/nicknames for you are "kid," "sweetheart," "

・You actually met when he came back from deployment. But funnily enough, you heard his voice before seeing his face. And as soon as you heard it, your knees went weak.

・He's known at work to be quiet and not very social around people, but he never fails his missions. And the other Ghosts he works with ... well, he would give his life for them.

・He speaks English but also Spanish ...

・And sometimes when he's really angry he'll start talking in Spanish.

・On multiple occassions you've made him read to you because of how much you like his voice. He doesn't mind it at all. But doesn't understand the plot of the books you read.

"...and why are they holding knives to each other's throats again?"

"Um, because it's enemies to lovers..."

"Okay sweetheart. Just don't get any ideas."

"Already got them," you whispered into the pillow.

・Loves when you come up from behind and hug his waist. Your head resting against his back. You'll both just stand there for a while, living in this pocket of quiet calm.

・He gets headaches pretty easily and it's an ongoing issue

・You make him take pain-relief, a hot shower, something to eat, and if it still hasn't gone away. You'll tuck him into bed and completely block out any sunlight from the room. - Basically you take care of him but in overdrive...

・To return how much love you give him, Keegan is constantly fixing up your car, folding the laundry and getting the groceries. Or even doing the errands that you hate doing.

・Always buys you flowers when he goes out

・He's really into country music, anything that has that desperate passion of a story. Colter Wall is one of his favourite artists of all time, and he's not afraid to admit it.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Soft for exactly one person (Keegan) x Is that one person (You)

"Think they'll try us?" (You) x "Fuck I hope so." (Keegan) (this is usually said in a parking lot when you're having a show-down with another car for a parking space.)

 Love language is physical touch (You) x Is touch starved (Keegan) 

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers (Ooof oh big time)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

O Children by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

The Devil Wears A Suit And Tie by Colter Wall

Kingdom Come by The Civil Wars

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 Dude if you're under 18 pls don't read this.

・When he's horny, he'll start giving you little bites over your body. It makes you yelp and laugh when he continues to do it even though you swat him away

"What are you doing!?"

"Mmmm, nothin' sweetcheeks, just tasting you." (Said with a completely straight face.)

・Really likes to eat ass

・Loves to praise you, to tell you how well you take him and how pretty you look, laying naked - waiting for him.

・Likes to lean on doorways because he knows it turns you on.

・Basically when you told him all the things that get you hot, he mentally memorised them and often uses them to his advantage.

・Loves car sex. Will go through the (automatic) car wash, just for you to sit on his lap... it's something you've done before, so you're both prepared.

・Neither of you have underwear on, so it's easy access

・Loves cockwarming, but can get too horny and start bucking his hips.

・You may not think it, but he will beg after being so long apart. When he gets home, he doesn't even change out of his clothes before kneeling before you, begging to fuck you.

"Please, baby, please. I've been good, I promise!"

・Sometimes you oblige, and other times ... well you like to make him work for it.

[noodlemoondle]

Drunken Care

Solomon x Reader

word count: 1.3k

cw: drinking/drunkenness, like ONE slightly suggestive scene, nudity? (i’m not rlly sure what to add here)

tags: fluff!, you’re drunk lol, caring solomon, bathing together, literally sleeping together

(idrk what to add here either lolol)

description: you get a bit too drunk at one of Diavolo’s balls and solomon brings you home and takes care of you

author’s note: posting this in honor of the end of obey me. i wrote this like over a year ago when nightbringer first came out so im not rlly a fan of how i wrote it but i rlly didn’t wanna rewrite the whole thing so i just fixed it up a bit. so i do apologize for that and anything i missed. also omfg i edited and fixed this like 3 different times bc tumblr KEPT FUCKING DELETING MY WORK. i was losing my mind but i rlly wanted to post it but i couldn’t post it unedited. also please bear with me as i sort thru all of my fics in my notes before i start writing new ones lolol.

N E wayzz i hope u enjoy!!! ·̀.̫·́✧

Diavolo’s balls were always fun. Sometimes it even seemed as if everyone in all of Devildom was invited to them. It was always fun to socialize and laugh with everyone, but eventually in the night you’d start feel a little left out since everyone would get drunk out of their minds and even though you didn’t necessarily mind the taste of demonus, you couldn’t really get drunk off of it so you don’t really see the point of drinking it. After a while, you’d just go hang out with Solomon since he’d be the only sober one left (not including Barbatos). Diavolo’s kind soul eventually took note this and made sure to get loads of human world alcohol so you and solomon could get as drunk as you please every time you were at the castle. Now this, made Diavolo’s parties the absolute best.

Solomon used to love getting drunk with you, but ever since you both got sent back in time he’s started to watch himself more since he knew how much you loved to get drunk with the brothers and someone needed to be able to watch over you. (and also since the last time he got super drunk he admitted some embarrassing things to you he’d rather not repeat). Tonight was no different, you were drunk out of your mind, greatly enjoying yourself, but it was just starting to get late and you needed to get home. Solomon had to forcefully drag you away before you died from alcohol poisoning (he swears you’re an alcoholic no matter how many times you deny it) you made sure to shoot him an angry glare with your bottom lip slightly poking out for dragging you away so early, but you eventually eased up on the drive home.

Solomon pulled up to the house and before you could get out of the car, he locked the door trapping you inside. In you confused, drunken state all you could do was was angrily stare at him as he made his way around to your door before opening it. He placed one hand on the roof of the vehicle, as he leaned inside to unbuckle your seatbelt.

“I don’t trust you to walk. Come here i’ll carry you.”

His princely act made you lose you forget your childish tantrum, replacing it with a childlike glee as you start giggling at him, jumping into his hold as he lifted you up. As he carried you to the door, you peppered his face and neck with kisses giggling and smiling with every peck you placed on him leaving a faint mark of pink lipstick on his skin. Solomon smiled down at you, adoring your cuteness whenever you got drunk. He begins to walk through the halls as he starts to make his way to the bathroom.

“Sol?” you ask innocently.

“Yes, baby?” he responds looking down and admiring your smile.

“You’re so pretty” you say accompanied with a smile.

“Angel?” he asks.

“Uh huh?” you say giggling obviously appreciating the name.

“You’re even prettier” he replies adding a kiss on your forehead as well.

You gasp and smile so big giggling even more. He looked down at you with all the love in all three worlds as he opened the bathroom door and placed you on the counter so he can start running a bath.

“Sol?” you ask again, beginning to kick your feet back and forth.

“Yes, darling?” he responds with a raised voice as the water begins to run.

“Do you know why i call you Sol?” you question.

He’s heard you tell him millions of times, but he never gets tired of the tale.

“No dear, why do you call me sol?” he says as he turns around to you smiling.

“Well not only is it because it’s a shorter version of your name, but did you know that in spanish sol means sun and you’re like my sun in life so it has two meanings!” you beam at him.

“You’re so cute you know that?” he says as he kissed your cheeks and lips

Solomon doesn’t think he’d ever get tired of telling you that. Telling you how much he loves you, how pretty you are, and how happy you make him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he continues to shower you with kisses. He then pulls away and pinches at your dress.

“C’mon now time to take this off” he says as he’s starting to slide it off your body.

“Why?” you ask him in a flirty tone smirking and tilting your head to the side.

“No. You’re drunk.” lightly slapping your back before kissing you again.

You pout and cooperate, lifting your arms up allowing him to undress you before undressing himself and getting in the bath. Solomon tries to bathe you, but isn’t very successful with you not letting go of him. Ss much as he loves you being a happy and affectionate drunk, you weren’t a very cooperative one. The soft environment and Solomon’s comforting embrace caused you to grow sleepier in the warm bath. He eventually got you to settle on his chest, laying your head on his shoulder, as he thoroughly shampoos and conditions your hair, softly humming.

Soon enough, he’s able to get both of you clean. He wraps you in a towel before bringing you to his room and placing you on his bed. He goes to his drawer to get you both clothes and you can do nothing more but just stare at him in awe as he leans over and picks out some clothes with nothing more than a towel covering his waist.

“Surprised you didn’t throw up. I think you drank your weight in shots. Now, which shirt you wanna wear?”

He said as he turned around only to find you looking at him with the most love struck face he could imagine.

“What are you staring at?” he questioned a breathy chuckle leaving his throat with it.

“You” you answered flatly.

“And who is you?” he teased walking up to you.

“You is my pretty, handsome, perfect, amazing, beautiful boyfriend solomon who i love so so so so so so so so so so SO much” you say looking up at him as if he is the only star in the sky.

“That was a lot of so’s” he laughs as he cups your face with one of his hands.

“I need more of them to describe how much i love you” you give a soft smile as he walks back to the dresser to put on his sleep pants leaving his chest bare while also choosing your sleepwear.

He walks over back to you and dresses you in one of his shirts he knew you favored and a pair of his boxers.

Once he finishes dressing you, he leans you back in bed and tucks you in following soon after. You’re quick to pounce on him the moment he enters the covers. You lay over his chest covering it in kisses, before you begin to settle down and start to fall asleep.

“Sol?” you whisper as quietly as you can. your sleepy voice had to be one of his favorites.

“Yes, angel?” he whispers back.

You move up on his chest getting close to his ear and quietly whisper: “I love you”

He chuckles pressing a kiss against your forehead and leaning down to your ear to mirror your action.

“I love you even more.” he whispers even quieter. it was a statement he made just for you, so only your ears should hear it.

You smile and bury yourself back into his chest, but before you could fall asleep you can feel him kiss the top of your head and smile against your head saying.

“You’re gonna regret drinking so much tomorrow”

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 10

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Hiking was liberating that morning. Everyone was together talking and laughing under the cover of the trees, and it was a great start to the day.

Joel turned and motioned to a tree with a small, blue streak on it. “This is the blue trail,” he explained, “It's the easiest one and goes right around the lake in a circle.”

“Are there any other trails?” Vicky asked.

“White and Red,” Joel replied, “White is a little off the beaten path, and Red is the toughest. Don't take the red with the kids because you don't want to end up lost.. or in a bed of poison ivy.”

“Are we going to check those out today?” Sandra asked him.

“If there's time maybe we’ll check out the white trail.”

I glanced out toward the lake as we hiked adjacent to it. The blue trail never lost sight of the water, so it truly was the safest bet. The last thing I wanted was to get lost in the endless collection of trees - so I figured going forward I'd just stick to the beginner paths.

“Hey look!” Scott motioned through the trees and all of us stopped to see what had caught his attention.

“Tell me it's not a bear,” Teri groaned.

“No, look.” Scott continued to point, “The old cabins.”

“Camp Blood,” Mark spoke, glancing over his shoulder at Joel as he helped to wheel him over the uneven landscape.

“We're all going to get hauled in by the local police,” Ted joked.

“Just keep moving,” Joel urged. “I understand the urge to go over there but it's off limits for a reason.”

“You don't really believe in those Jason stories do you?” Jeff asked him.

“I don't believe Jason is alive, no,” Joel said, “But those cabins are decades old and haven't been maintained. The last thing you want is to be inside and the roof caves in.”

“What about outside,” Sandra asked, to which he just gave her a look of disapproval. “Okay, okay. We understand. Off limits.”

“Thank you,” Joel continued to lead the way and when he huffed a breath, Vicky offered to jump in and help Mark.

“I can take over,” she offered.

“You sure?” Joel asked.

She nodded and shared a smile with Mark. The red football jersey he wore sparked her interest and they began talking about his college football career he’d had prior to a motorcycle accident that left him in the wheelchair.

I eavesdropped a bit, feeling a bit melancholy for the way things had panned out for Mark; though his optimism regarding the situation almost immediately made me feel better. When he and Vicky shared a little hand squeeze I turned my attention elsewhere.

“Hey.” Joel slunk in beside me and we dropped to the back of the pack.

“Hey.” I smiled at him.

“You, uh.. you okay with everything that happened?” He asked quietly.

“I'm so okay with it that I wouldn't mind doing it again.”

Joel laughed quietly and eyed another blue streak on a tree as we continued to walk. “I think I can arrange something for when we get back.”

“Oh yeah?” He had my full attention now.

“Yeah.” His hand discreetly rested on my lower back and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

I bit my bottom lip and leaned into him for a moment, smirking when his hand gave my butt a squeeze and he kissed my temple. We parted from one another immediately after. From that small interaction, my world suddenly got a little brighter - and I was already in a great mood. The whole ordeal was so out of character for me but I was loving every minute of it.

On the walk back, Joel led us through a shortcut that led up to the mess hall.

“I wonder if Annie’s back yet,” he said aloud, wiggling the door handles that led inside. When he saw they were secured and nothing looked out of place, we continued on our walk back to the main cabin.

My eyes landed on a sheet of white paper by the edge of the woods and I saw a list of different foods printed inside of a spreadsheet. I was tempted to retrieve it but as the group kept pace, I chose not to stop.

“Okay,” Joel said, putting his hands together. He turned to face us when we were nearly back, “Get yourself something to drink or a little snack and I’ll get us down to the camper cabins with some paint. I’m putting two per cabin for now and we’ll see how it goes.”

“Yes, boss,” Ted said for all of us and led the way into the main cabin to retrieve some water. After a few short minutes we made the short trek through a path in the woods that led to a collection of cabins that were centered by a pair of sand volleyball courts. Joel’s pickup truck was already parked nearby and he was lugging ladders and paint cans to each of them.

“Chipmunk Bunk,” Scott read aloud as he placed a hand on the chipped, green siding.

“You and Mark can have the Chipmunks,” Joel said to him with a nod as he heaved a ladder against the side of the house.

“Chipmunks!” Mark pumped his fist.

Jeff draped an arm around Sandra's shoulders. “We can take the, uh..” he squinted his eyes until he could make out the next cabin’s wooden label. “.. The Bear Cave.”

Joel nodded. “You can work together if you promise not to wander off to Camp Blood.”

Jeff crossed his heart and Sandra put up her hand with a nod. “Promise,” they said at the same time.

“Okay.” Joel nodded and I smiled to myself when he assigned Teri and Vicky to The Fox Hole.

And then there was me.. and him.

Joel held out a hand and maintained eye contact. “Would you accompany me to The Wolf Den?”

I looked around the immediate area and smiled back at him. I placed my hand into his. “I'd be honored.”

Joel didn't waste time playfully towing me in through the cabin’s screen door. Our lips were locked the second the door slammed behind us and my shirt was thrust up over my head a second later.

“Mmm..” I moaned into his mouth when my back hit the linens of a twin bed.

“I just can't get enough of you.” Joel breathed out the words as he took a break from kissing me to take a breath.

“And the summer has barely even started,” I whispered back, accepting another intense kiss as his hand sank below the waistline of my shorts. I took a deep breath, but my lip and closed my eyes.

“Go!” I heard the word from a vaguely familiar voice outside, followed by another very familiar voice shouting, “Joeeeel.” It didn't seem overly urgent but urgent enough.

Joel stopped and pushed up onto his hands as he hovered above me. His expression was instantly bothered and as he shook his head, his eyes closed.

“What is it?” I asked quietly with a hand still snaked around his shoulders. I heard Jeff’s voice summoning Joel a second time and then a series of endless babbling from the other voice.

“It's fucking Ralph.” He climbed off of me and got himself together. “I'll be right back.”

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A friendly hang out (Molten x Sun platonic crackship)

Sumary: They are friends. Or Molten totally nail Sun as his friend. And Sun right now, still a litle bit awakard. Sun still feels uncomfortable when someone cares about him. He likes Molten and also want to be friendly and befriend with the bear. But old habits die hard and sometimes, Sun still feels uncertain whether Molten will be like everyone else, leaving him or stabbing him in the back.

Daycare was as cheerful and lively as ever. The lively sound of music hit Molten's ears, as the bear animatronic moved inside the door.

The children had all gone home, leaving only Sun to clean up.

'What a mess. Oh my god...' Even from afar, Molten could hear Sun's groans. The sun model sat on the ground, surrounded by scattered barrels. The faint scent of antiseptic wafted to the tip of Molten's nose.

Molten's orange-gray fur was even reflected on the plastic, glistening under the bright lights.

'How much detergent did Sun use? '

Molten tilted his head. His metal body covered in wires clanked, yet Sun had yet to notice him behind. A focus and joy that Molten rarely had the chance to witness, especially when the yellow animatronic was always in a state of anxiety or depression.

“Hmm… Argh!! Molten!!? You scared the crap out of me!!” Sun was startled and almost jumped back. An overly dramatic expression appeared on Sun’s face, and their hands unconsciously folded as if to cover their faces.

“Hello, Sun.” Molten replied cheerfully, waving his claws. “Do you want to hang out?”

“Go out?” Sun straightened up, looking puzzled. They shook their heads at him with helpless expressions, and as if they couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“But why, Molten?! I'm kinda busy right now.. and…”

Sun’s hands waved in the air, as if Molten had turned on some kind of anxiety switch in Sun.

“But you have been so busy lately. I just want you to relax a little bit. Is that not okay, Sun?” Molten lowered his head, his claws poking at each other.

“Y–Yes! Of course it’s okay. It’s just… there are people who are busier than me, like Solar, Moon… Laying around just feels wrong… you know.” Sun stuttered, looking more and more like they were about to scream, or faint. “I just want to get out of my head by doing the things I can do the best.” Sun opposes weakly, even though he seems like he didn’t charge for like a couple days. 

Molten genuinely liked Moon. He liked Solar too. They were good people, and they had both helped him a lot. Moon and the Creator had helped him fix his software, and Solar had given him a new body. 

But it was Sun who had given him a little faith into the future, and it was him who truly asked what he wanted or his purpose was. Because if it weren't for Sun, he would still be trapped in Moon's cage, lost in the curse the Creators had placed on him, with a pain of emptiness that could only be released by catching Ruin.

Because Sun looked like a sinking ship patched up with duct tape but still able to survive countless storms. Because Sun knew what it felt like to put all his effort into a meaningless goal, only to get nothing in return, just like Molten had when he sent Ruin into the abyss.

Because Sun was a good person, and Molten didn't understand what that meant, due to the fact his rotten nature, though repaired, would never be complete.

“Why do you think so lowly of yourself, Sun? Because here, I see everyone admiring and loving you?”

Molten had always been a good observer. 

He had seen Earth’s dependent and loving gaze, as she played with Sun like an overly pampered little sister. He had also seen the starry admiration in Lunar’s eyes, and the carefully hidden truth behind Sun’s brother’s indifferent demeanor. He had also seen how Moon’s innate sharpness softened whenever Sun was mentioned, and how Solar, despite his rudeness at times, had something secretly protective atmosphere toward Sun, like trying not to touch an open wound.

Everyone connected to Sun in a different way, and between them, Molten felt a sense of respect, admiration, trust, protection and love.

Molten liked that. He likes Sun. He likes the warm feeling whenever the two of them hang out, the feeling running through Molten's main circuit was almost like wanting, like possessing. It feels full. And it makes Molten feel less cold than ever.

Still, because of that, there was a stream of thoughts that came from nowhere running through Molten's small head, screaming passive rage every time he saw Sun talking or playing with someone else.

Because Sun is his friend, and he didn't like it when his friend was closer to someone else than him.

Because Sun still feels comfortable with others more than with him, and he can’t ever beat them due to the fact Molten is just Sun's new friend, and there a lot of people know Sun longer than him.

Was this strange? Molten's ears drooped. Was he becoming selfish for thinking like that?

Was he a bad person? Molten didn't want to be bad, he was bad and now he wanted to become better.

He wanted to hang out with Sun, he wanted to do more things that he felt like, he wanted to find something he was good at to help people.

"Ha... I guess so." Sun muttered. Their bright faces huddled together, even their shoulders lowered. Compared to someone who was almost the same height as Molten, at this moment, Sun looked really small.

There were many things Molten didn't know. There were many things Molten didn’t understand. But he did know that his friend was sad right now. And perhaps the thing that had distracted Molten would be of some use to Sun?

“Do you want to watch a movie, Sun?” Molten repeated what Sun had said. The yellow animatronic still looked hesitant, but nodded slowly. Their voices were still as tense and shrill as before, but more or less, their backs had relaxed a lot now.

“Wait until I finish cleaning this up, Molten.”

“I’ll help.” Molten clumsily sitting down, his loose strands accidentally bumping into the barrels that Sun had neatly arranged into vertical columns, now falling to pieces.

Sun stared, the look of Sun almost making his non-existent heart cringe before they sighed.

“It’s okay, Molten. You can use that rag over there to wipe it, okay?”

“Yeah.” Molten nodded. In the silence, accompanied by Sun’s pleasant hum, Molten timidly asked.

“We’re friends, right, Sun?”

And Sun… in a minute of silence. Their mechanical wrists were as regular as the hands of a clock. The sunlight reflected their images, reflected Molten’s fur in Sun’s eyes. There was something vulnerable as Sun replied.

“Haha… yeah, Molten. We are friends.” 

[sailorshadzter]

Jonsa prompt: Jon is a Targaryen who was with Daenerys in Essos.

HELLOOOO THEREEE.

*insert my usual apology about how long this has been in my inbox*

tbh anon i had to force myself to stop writing, i really love toying with ideas outside my usual settings, so this was really fun. i definitely can see myself writing more for this au!

hopefully you see this!!!!

send me prompts

When the raven arrives, she’s surprised by the seal it holds. 

She blinks, turning it over twice, thinking perhaps she’s only seen it wrong, that there was no way at all that a letter had come bearing the Targaryen seal. However, when she breaks it open, even more surprising is the somewhat familiar handwriting sprawled across the page- her one time husband, Tyrion Lannister, has penned this letter for the foreign queen he’s come to serve in their years apart. 

Reading the words written, she feels her heartbeat quicken its pace, her eyes widening ever so slightly. He writes that his queen, Daenerys Targaryen, intends on sailing for Westeros to reclaim the throne she believes belongs to her. Of course, Cersei Lannister sat upon that throne right now and something tells Sansa she won’t give that up without a fight, no, not without a war. Tyrion writes that Daenerys hopes for her support to claim the Iron Throne, as with her she brings Sansa’s own kin, a cousin born to her long dead aunt Lyanna Stark.

Ah, him.

Sansa has known of Aegon’s existence for many years now, her father had often lamented over not being able to bring the child into their home. He’d been spirited away at the very last moment by his father, sent away to live with his younger siblings Viserys and Daenerys, the latter of the two being just a little older than he was. Due to this, Aegon had lived away from Westeros and his Stark family for all of their lives- truth was, that was better for his safety these days, certainly Cersei would have him killed in his sleep at the first chance. After all, there were many out there who whispered that Targaryen or not, he was the best claimant to the Seven Kingdoms. Save for the North, of course.

“Your grace?”

She jumps at the voice, the letter falling out of her hands and back to the top of her desk. A very flustered Lord Royce stands there, stammering over an apology for startling her. “No mind, my lord, I was so lost in thought I didn’t hear you knock.” 

“I only wanted to let you know the other lords have arrived for the council meeting.” The older man says, her Hand to the Queen, her most loyal of advisors- perhaps the only man in this world she fully trusts. 

“Good, for we have much to discuss,” she says, rising up to her full height, giving the letter she holds a wave. “We are to have visitors.. And soon.” She doesn’t know what the right answer is, but she does know one thing- there would be no fighting back against three dragons, not in a physical fight that was. 

So she will discuss with the lords, but she knows Daenerys Targaryen will arrive all the same. 

[ x x x ]  

It is bitterly cold, but somehow, it feels like home. 

The Northern landscape is beautiful, with its freshly fallen snow drifts and gray skies, wild and wonderful in its own way. Daenerys complains bitterly, but she is a dragon and not built for such temperatures. Overhead her dragons soar through the sky, shrieking and belching fire as they weave in and around one another, surely terrifying the locals that gather to watch the arrival of the first Targaryen in decades. 

“How do you like it?” 

The voice draws him from his own thoughts and he casts his gaze to the right, where Tyrion has slid up beside him on his black horse. “How do I like what?” He asks in reply, never eager to entertain the dwarf’s conversations. 

The imp chuckles, his scarred face twisting with amusement as he leans over, just a little bit closer. “The North, I mean, it should have been your home after all.” Like everyone else, he knows that Aegon was never meant to live the life he has- he should have remained North, in the custody of his mother’s family, never to have his royal blood acknowledged. Instead, just before he was slain, his father had managed to find him and sent him with his most trusted knight to Dragonstone, where Viserys and Daenerys still lived with their nurses and maids. That knight never made it back to Rhaegar before the fighting began and would drink himself to death when the war was over.

“It is as I expected it to be,” Aegon says, flatly, returning his gaze forward. 

“Well, I imagine you are eager to meet your cousin,” Tyrion says next, eyeing the young man with those green eyes. “As am I, we were married, you know.” Aegon turns back to look at him now, arching a brow. “She was quite young, too young, even for me,” he goes on with a dismissive wave of his hand. “From what I’ve heard, she’s been quite unlucky in terms of marriage.” Tyrion had heard of her marriage to Ramsay Bolton and the rumors of what that marriage had cost her… And, in the end, what it had gained her. “My nephew would have been a saint in comparison to her last husband.” Aegon has heard all about the terrible boy king Joffrey, not just from Tyrion, but other men who had fled his rule over the years. “Ah, I see the gates now… I must fetch the queen.” He’s lagging behind now, for the queen rides several yards behind them, surrounded by her loyal Dothraki. 

Sure enough, when Aegon turns to look ahead once more, there’s the gates that will lead them all to a new chapter, a new life entirely. 

[ x x x ]

When the gates open, she’s standing there in her courtyard, looking every inch a Northern Queen. Her hair twisted back in braids, her finest furs draped over her shoulders, she holds her head high as the silver-haired Targaryen queen slides down from her mare with help from an older man she knows must be Jorah Mormont. She has learned the names and lives of all of the men who serve this woman- at least, the best she can, based on old records and the recollection of her lords who once knew these men. She’s learned as much as she can about the Targaryens and their past, more than she’s ever bothered to learn before. None of it prepared her for the sight of the dragons flying overhead, creatures certainly too fearsome to exist, despite them being there in front of her own two eyes. 

She forces herself back to the present, watching as the woman approaches; Daenerys is just a little older than she is and she’s beautiful. Silver hair hangs down her back in soft curls, though she wears elaborate braids and when she smiles, she dimples prettily, but her violet eyes are cold in their gaze, never once brightening up with the smile she wears. “You must be Lady Stark,” she says in an accent she doesn’t recognize- one born in Essos, she supposes- taunting her openly in her own home by choosing to not refer to her as the title she holds. “Thank you for welcoming us into your home.” 

Sansa knows she has but a split second to decide what to do- suddenly, she is fourteen again, caught in this very same game with Joffrey. And just like that, it all comes flooding back. Just like that, she knows what to do. “Welcome to Winterfell, your grace, I hope we can become fast friends.” It does the trick and the dragon queen smiles, again, the light never reaching her violet colored eyes. “I’m certain you are tired and cold from your journey, allow me to have someone show you to your rooms.” 

A moment later, Agatha is there to lead the way, but a single man remains in the courtyard, choosing not to join his queen as she enters Winterfell. 

And at once, Sansa knows who this man must be.

He has the look of her father, the look of Arya, a steady reminder of all she’s lost. “You’re Aegon,” she says without preamble, watching as he flinches, as if the name brings him nothing but pain. As if it is a name not his own, much as she once felt living as Alayne. “You are most welcome here, cousin.” Now that she thinks about it, he is all the family she has left in the world. Gone were her parents, gone were her siblings… The last of the Starks, but perhaps, not entirely. 

A smile crosses his features, foreign, but warm. 

[ x x x ]

He finds her on the battlements the third day of their arrival.

It has been a long three days, full of sharpened stares and venom laced words. Daenerys and Sansa Stark seem as if they will never get along, not that he can blame her, not really. Daenerys was hard to get along with, even for her most trusted advisors, even for him, her only living relative. “Your grace,” he greets, the only one in the Targaryen queen’s entourage to use her true title. “I’m sorry for interrupting.” 

She turns to him then, a smile curving on her lips, the beauty of it striking. “You aren’t,” she assures, gesturing for him to fall into place at her side. He does, their shoulders just barely brushing as she leans forward, gloved hands gripping the railing as she stares ahead into the forest that borders the palace walls. Once, she had jumped from these very same battlements, to run into the forest, to hope to escape the hell that was her life within the walls of Winterfell. “I was just taking a moment before the day began.” She shifts her gaze back to him, only to find he’s already looking her way; the realization of that makes her heart skip a beat. 

She doesn’t know it, but he does the very same thing each day. 

“You are an early riser,” he notes, for the morning call has not even yet sounded, though there she was fully dressed and her hair perfectly pinned. It’s hair so red, so vivid in color, he’s never seen hair such as hers before. The color of it reminds him of a sunset, crimson, yet with gold  woven into the strands. She laughs at this, nodding, her blue eyes bright as she turns to fully face him. 

“Shae hates me for it, but aye, I am.” She replies, thinking of her handmaiden who would always prefer the extra hour or two of sleep, but who never outwardly complained. “I find it is the only way to have any time to myself at all.” The rest of her days are consumed by council meetings, by running the North, by every little in and out of being their queen. It left next to no time for herself, save for these early mornings. “You, too?”

It is his turn to smile, only the second one she’s seen since his arrival- a stoic man, this Aegon seems to be, again, reminding her of the father she’s lost. “Since I was young,” he admits, thinking back to his earliest of days, running through the market streets of Essos with the sunrise warming his back.

“You are a Stark indeed,” she says next, thinking of her father who always rose before the morning call, of Arya and Bran who were always out causing trouble before the sun even rose above the horizon. “My father always said your mother would be out riding her horse before the morning call.” She hasn’t thought often of her long dead aunt, dead before her own birth, but she imagines Aegon must think of her often, must wonder how his life could have been different if only she’d lived. 

If he means to reply, he’s interrupted by the morning call, shrill in the morning cold. “I must go,” she says with an apologetic sort of smile. “Let’s talk again, Aegon.” There it was again, that flinch, as if he hates hearing his own name. He nods then, recovering, offering her a bow any courtier might offer his queen. 

When she heads back inside, she finds her heart is thumping madly. 

[ x x x ]

In the godswood, just after dinner, she finds him.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your prayers,” she says when he looks up at her from his place beneath the heart tree. Somehow, she finds it amusing how they’ve both stumbled across the other today. 

“I’m not praying,” he says, mirroring words she’s said before. “I’ll go, so you can…” 

He means to rise up, but she shakes her head, giving him enough reason to pause. “I don’t come here to pray,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, closing the gap between them before she sinks onto the ground at his side. For a moment he finds himself staring at her, realizing then how much of a regular woman she was, this Sansa Stark. Queen or not, she was like a normal woman, easy to understand, easy to get along with. Easy to love, some might even say. “I have not prayed in years.” He blinks and in that instance, she was not the bright ray of sunshine she seemed to always be, but rather, a woman wrapped in darkness. A woman full of regrets, full of grief, a woman who had lived through things she could never put to words. 

“Neither have I,” he says softly, thinking how no god has ever answered any of his prayers before. 

Her blue eyes meet his gray and for a long moment, they are two people who understand one another in perhaps a way no one else could. Despite being little more than strangers, they understood the gravity of that feeling, the overwhelming sense of knowing that nobody was listening, no one was hearing their cries. “Can I ask you something?” She asks, her gaze never once wavering. He nods. “You don’t like your name, do you?” 

My name… He thinks about how for all of his life, he’s lived with this Targaryen given name, yet somehow, it has always felt foreign. It has never felt like his own. “No,” he admits, softer now, hands curling into fists atop his thighs. He’s never admitted such a thing to anyone ever before. 

Her eyes soften, rosy lips twitching with a frown. “My father intended to take you in, you know,” she says with a tilt of her head, red hair cascading across her shoulder. Jon nods, again, silent and somber. “He once told me that had he achieved bringing you home, he’d have named you Jon, after our ancestor Jonnel Stark.” Those gray eyes widen, his mouth falling open in silent surprise. “Somehow I find it fits.” 

Jon… Had he remained North, his name would have been Jon Stark, or perhaps Snow, if he’d been passed off as a bastard son. Jon… That could have been his name… It should have been his name. “I might like to call you by that name, if it pleases you,” she says, softer than before, the lightest of blushes staining her ivory cheeks pink. 

“It would,” he says with a nod, watching as her face lights up from within. 

[skyward-floored]

.... I'd love to see Hyrule's perspective on that whole scene, if you ever want to write it 👀 (absolutely ZERO pressure tho!!!!)

- hero-of-the-wolf

I didn’t want to fight my way through an action scene, so I actually skipped to a bit later, while their parents are being yelled at interrogated for their version of events. So it’s not the exact moment. It’s technically not even in the movie. But I think it’s good anyway.

For people who haven’t seen the second movie in a while, this is right bear the beginning, when the family tried to stop the Underminer and kind of failed, then get sort of arrested because they’re supers and that’s still illegal.

(tw for discussion of guns, and implied past child abuse)

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Hyrule chewed on his thumb nail, pressed into a corner of the small room in the police station they’d been herded into. There was a single table and two chairs in here, no windows, and what was obviously a one-way mirror on the wall. Four and Legend had already claimed the chairs, so everyone else was on the floor, or leaning on the table.

The rest of his siblings were mostly milling around the small space, though Wind and Wild had started a rock paper scissors tournament. They were trying to drag Legend and Four into it, with limited success.

Hyrule maybe would have joined them, but his thoughts were too loud, his hands too shaky for the game. Mom and Dad hadn’t come with them in here, they’d been pulled away to some other room while they’d all kept going. And while Hyrule hadn’t been able to see much, he’d seen Impa around, and the man in the suit who’d followed his parents into the room had looked extremely annoyed.

Were they okay? Were they just getting yelled at, or worse?

Were they going to be put in jail?

Hyrule bit down harder, rubbing his tooth along the pad of his thumb. He used to just suck on it when he was smaller, but he’d had the habit more or less beaten out of him. He knew his family wouldn’t care now, but it still felt safer just nibbling on the tip.

“Hyrule?”

Hyrule jumped at the hand on his shoulder, and looked up at Twilight, who was sitting next to him with a concerned look.

“Are you okay? You weren’t hurt in the fight, right?” he asked, and Hyrule shook his head.

“No. Just some little bruises,” he replied quietly, and went back to chewing on his thumb. “Are... do you know what’s gonna happen?”

Twilight breathed out, and leaned against the wall, watching Wind pump his fist as he beat Legend in a match. “Not exactly, no. But Mom and Dad will be okay. And us too. There’s a reason the whole superhero protection thing exists.”

Hyrule swallowed, and looked away as one of his worries came to the forefront of his mind. “Is there... an adopted super protection thing?”

Twilight blinked, then looked at him, understanding crossing his face. “Oh, Hyrule, is that what you’re worried about?”

Hyrule gave a tiny nod, and Twilight scooted over, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“They can’t take you away from us,” Twilight said reassured, eyes sharp. “They won’t. I remember Dad reading all kinds of laws about it, they can’t do that. And even if they tried, we wouldn’t let them. I’m sure the protection program covers that too, don’t worry.“

Hyrule nodded, relieved at the assurance, but still feeling unsettled. This room was oppressive, and the concrete was starting to dig into his spine. Not to mention... other stuff.

“...Something else bothering you?” Twilight asked after a minute, and Hyrule shrugged.

“I just haven’t had a gun pulled on me in a while,” he murmured, remembering just how many weapons had been pointed at them earlier today. He’d completely frozen at the clicks he’d heard. “I mean, at the island yeah, but that was kinda different. I guess I just forgot how sc—...startling it could be.”

Twilight went very still.

A few feet away, Wild crowed in victory as he destroyed Wind’s rock with his paper.

“Hyrule,” Twilight said in a voice quiet enough that only he could hear it, “how often have you had a gun pulled on you?”

Hyrule went back to his thumb again. He had a feeling Twilight didn’t actually want to know the answer to that question. Especially since Hyrule didn’t really... know the exact number. So he kept his mouth shut, and merely gave him a little shrug.

That was obviously the wrong answer though, since Twilight’s face screwed up, and his jaw tightened.

“Twi, it didn’t happen that often, it’s just bad memories, don’t worry about it,” Hyrule begged, suddenly nervous Twilight would do something. He wouldn’t yell at a police officer, would he?

“It’s not just— you—” Twilight struggled for a second to speak, face tight. He pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose, looking a lot like their father as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “...you know how messed up that is, right? That you’ve had guns pulled on you by people who were supposed to take care of you?”

“I do. It’s just not a huge deal, Twilight,” Hyrule sighed, going back to nibbling at his thumb. “It is what it is. Or was. Whatever.”

“It’s still messed up,” Twilight muttered, and squeezed Hyrule a little tighter. “...All of this is.”

Neither of them said much after that, and Hyrule set his head on Twilight’s shoulder, relieved at something other than concrete for a cushion. The rest of their brothers continued with rock paper scissors, and Twilight and Hyrule watched in near-silence, Twilight lightly rubbing his shoulder.

The worry for their parents and the situation at a whole sat over the room like a shroud, dampening even Wind’s smiles.

But I’m not alone, Hyrule thought, a brief wave of relief sweeping over him. He leaned a little more against Twilight, and his brother squeezed him in return.

At least we’ve got that.

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Descendants x Sanderson Daughter): Red's Rising

“A 5-year graduation reunion?”

“Yes, following the opening ceremony for the upcoming school year. That’s next week.”

Fairy Godmother’s sink in. How has it already been five years? 

“But I didn’t officially graduate,” I reply with an arched brow. “Got run out of school, remember?”

The kind woman smiles and takes my hand. “You’ll be awarded a diploma nonetheless.”

An official education? Sounds fancy. But the past years of studying witchcraft have taught me far more than any textbook could. 

“This means that you can apply to be an official member of the Magic Committee.”

My eyes widen. Five years ago I would have killed to be on the council. To be taken seriously. But time can change one’s perspective.

“With all due respect,” I start slowly. “I think my place in Auradon lies somewhere else rather than discussing politics. Something… independent.”

She nods in understanding, though still saddened at my decision. “Will you be staying for the reunion?”

“Of course.” Now to tackle a different topic. “You mentioned that you have a meeting with Uma?”

Fairy Godmother’s eyes light up. “Oh! Yes! She’s probably on her way now. Um, would you like to stay? She can be a bit… bold.”

I chuckle and stand up from the couch. “Uma’s like that with everyone. I’m sorry but I’ve already promised Ben I would meet with him.”

I give her a final handshake and pass through the room, taking a moment to look at Carlos’ portrait hanging proudly on the wall. He would have been proud to see Auradon’s program come this far. How much everyone’s accomplished. Jane, being the ambitious go-getter she is, became a foreign exchange student in Auradon. Audrey, having found love in planning Mal’s wedding, became a wedding planner. Tiffany’s been working at Miss Muffett’s, Fiona landed her own spot on the Magic Committee, Lonnie is a member of the royal guard, Doug’s the best security technician in the kingdom, and Rosaline appropriately became a hair product saleswoman.

Back in the courtyard, Ben and Mal are waiting. Packed luggage waits next to them.

“Late honeymoon?” I joke.

The beared king laughs. “No, this isn’t a pleasure trip.”

“We’re sailing the Trident Seas for international diplomacy,” Mal says. ���Ben says he’s wanted to do it for a long time but our kingdom needed to be dealt with first.

I remember hearing his dreams like it was yesterday. “And you left Uma in charge? Smart choice.”

“Well since FG’s being made the President of Auradon University, Uma will bring order for the time being. We thought about asking you, but…”

“I’m not exactly jumping for joy to boss around kids,” I finish for her. “You read my mind.” I snicker. “I gave up being Royal Advisor ages ago. Honestly, all the politics and rules are starting to bore me. I’ll pass.”

Honk honk!

The familiar limo drives up and Remus pokes his head out. “Time to set sail!”

The couple gives me one final group hug and they both climb in. Before they take off for the harbor Remus gives me a wave.

“Still up for that walk by the Bewitched River?”

A blush colors my cheeks. “Yes, when you get back!” I call as he starts to drive.

“A walk?” Uma taunts from behind.

I groan and turn around to face the aqua-haired VK. “Yes. A walk, nothing more.”

“Sounds like a date,” she smirks. “You deserve a treat, Sparky.”

“Treat? I want a treat!” A voice whines.

Dude comes bounding across the lawn and jumps onto a rock. The sight of the mutt makes me smile. After all these years he’s still got spunk.

“On a different note,” Uma continues. “I’m about to go talk to FG about my plans. I’ve decided to include Wonderland in our student program.”

Wonderland. Hm. I’ve heard rumors but never gone too deep down the rabbit hole. Literally. 

But Uma’s not finished. “And I’d like you to be in charge of magic security.”

My thinking comes to a halt. Magic security? Must be a new position. But why bring me into this? Uma knows I’m not a fan of high authority.

“No one else can? What about Fiona or Bianca?”

Uma pretends to think deeply. “Hm. A snippy fairy, or the most powerful witch in Auradon? It’s an easy choice. I trust you.”

Trust. The word feels refreshing. But the unknown of Wonderland still leaves me uneasy.

“Uma, is this a good idea?”

She takes a deep breath. “Magica. We both know what it’s like to grow up in an unwanted place. I need you to help me make the new student feel welcomed. How do you think she’ll react when she gets here?”

Uma’s right. This girl’s past could potentially mirror my own, or any other VK’s for that matter. 

“I can’t speak for others, but she could very well be scared. Auradon isn’t like Wonderland and she might need help adjusting.”

“Sound familiar?” Uma asks, then gives me a pleading look. “Please.”

Dude nuzzles against my boots, almost giving a sign to say yes.

“You’re right. And if Carlos were here, he’d say the same thing.”

One week flies by and before I know it it’s time to welcome the new students. If only some of the old ones weren’t leaving.

“Will you be returning to Oz?” I ask Evangaline as she hauls her luggage across the courtyard.

My green cousin stops to give me a tight hug.

“Yes. It’s my home. I’d love to explore Auradon more but I’ve been waiting so long to be home.”

“You’ve made wonderful progress at Auradon Prep,” I smile. “Your parents will be proud.”

Evangeline squeezes my hand. “And so will your mom.”

Mother. I do miss her. The spellbook containing my family is still safe at home but the thought of bringing them back has been taunting my conscience for the past year.

“Oh by the way, how’s Willow?”

Hilarious. Another jab from my past. After the whole turning Willow into a plant situation, I reversed the spell and returned her back to normal. In a sputtering mess Willow apologized and seemed to grow a genuine fear of me. I reassured her that there are no more hard feelings. 

“She wrote me last month. Said she’s settled in Charmington.”

“It’s good to hear that not all Sandersons are afraid of letting go of a grudge.” Evangaline finishes packing her luggage into her green car and gives me one last hug. “Goodbye, cousin.”

“Safe travels.”

So off drives another friend. Maybe I can make some new ones- Or rekindle old friendships.

“All set, Remus?” I ask as I approach the red head, who's wearing a spiffy white suit.

“I guess so. Uma’s stationed me near the front gate to inspect the cars.”

Is it wrong to think of how cute he looks in his suit? These past years have allowed my heart to heal from grieving Carlos, but have also allowed for me to detach from the idea of having only one true love. I know deep down that Carlos wouldn’t want me to keep myself stuck on him, so I’ve slowly been moving on. Remus has been nothing but patient and understanding. But has that been through friendship, or something more?

“Excuse me, where do we check in?” A dark-haired girl asks. “I’m Jade, by the way. Jasmine’s daughter.”

“Oh, of course! Right over there.” I point to the forming line.

Goodness, everyone showed up for the opening ceremony. Yzma’s daughter Yanitza, the Madrigals, Sylvia, King Arthur’s heir Adam. I can’t believe all these people have traveled here just to be part of this!

“Magica!” And here comes Lonnie in her new uniform. “Magica, since you’re now the head of magic security I thought I should touch base on a few things. Merida has set a perimeter just in case the Queen of Hearts isn’t so friendly. Where would you like us to escort Queen Anna?”

This all feels too familiar to when I was Royal Advisor. Only this time instead of carrying out Ben’s wishes I’m being asked for my own perspective. It’s starting to grow on me.

“I think the best place would be the tea room, so she won’t be crowded. She can give her speech after Uma kicks things off.”

The soldier nods. “Good choice. It’s better to think ahead before everyone gets here and starts running a-muck.”

Uh-Oh.

My eyes spark and I hold my hands stiffly to my sides. No, no! Not now- But it’s too late. I start clapping and twirling around, unable to control myself. 

“A-muck, a-muck, a-muck-!”

“Easy now,” a calm voice says and I feel someone behind me. It’s Remus. 

“Is she okay?” Lonnie asks.

“Just excited, that’s all,” he replies and rests his hands on my shoulders, wearing a big grin. “Aren’t you?”

I get my own sheepish smile and look to the ground. Lord, why today? 

“Thanks,” I mutter once Lonnie’s gone.

“Don’t fret about it. I think it’s cute.” Remus suddenly gets a concerned expression when he sees someone behind me. “Is that them?”

I turn around to see who he’s talking about. It is. The Royal Hearts family themselves. Their clothing practically screams red royalty. The queen’s wearing a blood-red gown with roses making up the skirt. A giant heart is formed into her bodice and collar. Her daughter obviously shares her tastes. Her leather outfit reminds me of Mal’s old one, only it’s red too. Patterned with hearts, of course. They each share the same red hair, only Red’s is curlier.

And no one looks happy to see them.

Everyone gasps in horror and scatters out of the way as the red royals march up to the school entrance. The princess’ look hides a smidgen of apology for their harshness but the queen’s enjoying their fear. We watch them get to the line. People are still tense- Except for Queen Cinderella. Is it just me or does it look like they know each other? The red queen’s icy glare shows dangerous chemistry between them. It seems to be spreading to their daughters as well.

“I’ll go handle them,” I assure Remus and make my way over.

 I’ve never personally met Chad’s younger sister Chloe but from what I’ve heard she’s a lamb compared to the other Charming sibling. The blue-haired girl sees me approaching and she gets a giddy smile.

“Oh! You’re Magica Sanderson! I’ve heard so much about you!”

Her excitement to see me is not shared by Red. She gives an annoyed groan and leans against the wall while her mother banters with Chloe’s mom. Uma’s guess about Red wanting to be here could be right if the Queen of Hearts wasn’t so keen on spreading her ego today.

Meow!

Something claws at my skirt. A feline I haven’t seen in years.

“Twilight?” I gasp and scoop up the black and white cat. “Where have you been, you frisky kitty?”

“He hitched a ride with us from Wonderland,” Red speaks up. “She must have fallen down the rabbit hole.” She scans me with uncertainty. While all the other AKs are wearing cheerful sundresses, my own attire of a purple corset dress and laced boots sticks out like a sore thumb. “You are… different. Are you a VK too?”

“Indeed. Magica Sanderson, at your service, Princess Red.”

She huffs a laugh. “Red, please. Being a princess is being a prisoner.”

So I’m right. Red does want to be here but it’s to escape her mother’s parenting. Can’t say I blame her given my own family history.

“Try being the daughter of a witch who wants to eat children’s souls,” I joke lightly.

Red chuckles. “Touché. Eh, no matter. Once school starts I’m gonna paint Auradon red.” Um, alright. Not sure what to say to that. She looks around the courtyard with slight surprise. “How did commoners get in?”

How different are things in Wonderland? 

“Actually royal status doesn’t matter at Auradon Prep,” I explain gently. “At least it shouldn’t. There are some, not giving names, that still hold themselves high for it.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Stop the teasing, I know you mean Chad.”

“Yes. Remind me, how did he get into college?” I mutter under my breath with a doubtful tone. 

“What about her?” Red points to a ‘“commoner” girl on the bench reading a book.

“That’s Annie Kelly. Her mother runs the orphanage and her father works in our stables.”

Red nods and points to another new student. “And him?”

“That’s her cousin Denton Jacobs. His parents work for the biggest newspress in Auradon- I’ll take that.” I reach out and swipe another boy’s cigar.

“Hey! That’s my cigar!” he whines.

My eyes narrow and I wave a finger at him. “No smoking in public places.”

He scowles and takes off sprinting to follow some other kids. “I wasn’t gonna smoke it!”

“Antonio Higgins, if I catch you running again you’ll be scrubbing floors for a month!” I warn. “Celia, Elvin, stop encouraging him!”

Forget magic security. My biggest challenge is going to be keeping these rascals in check.

“By the way, do you know Maddie Hatter?” I ask Red.

“I know her brother, Maddox. He’s my tutor. And my… friend.” She pauses. “I talk to him when mom’s not being the friendliest… which is often.”

Oh. Red’s got so much potential. Why does her mother have to hold her back?

“Coming from someone whose aunt worships the Devil, I know what it’s like to not get along with family.”

Red’s stern gaze softens. “How do you deal with it?”

“I don’t let my heritage define my future. At first I never thought I could fit in at Auradon Prep, much less make friends. It took some time, and a few mishaps, but it’s how I’m here now. That, and it helps that my coven is locked away in a spellbook.”

That sparks her interest but we’re interrupted when Cinderella walks over.

“Hello, dears!” She smiles kindly at us and playfully nudges Chloe. “I hope my daughter’s behaving.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Yes, mom.”

“I’m going to miss you.” Cinderella squeezes her into a hug. “And so will your father.”

She walks off into the courtyard to take a seat. I’ll admit her daughter is a peach compared to Chad, but how did he not end up with the blue hair?

Chloe groans. “School's gonna be a break from my family. I love them dearly but I’m sick of seeing my parents make heart eyes at each other.”

Red and I share a look. We were just discussing our troubled family dynamics and she complains of having loving parents?

Uh-oh. The red queen’s noticed us and is coming this way.

“Darling!” She smiles tightly and pulls Red to her, eyeing me closely. “Who is this?”

Careful. Don’t set off her temper. If it’s anything like Aunt Winnie’s I want no part of it and I don’t feel like having my head chopped off. 

I curtsey politely. “Magica Sanderson, your Royal Highness.”

The queen tilts her head. “Finally, someone who recognizes power. The daughter of Winifred Sanderson. I should have guessed from that ridiculous pointed hat.”

“Actually I am Sarah’s daughter,” I correct her.

She puts a hand to her chest and chuckles. “Oh that’s bupkis. How is the daughter of Sarah so… level-headed?” 

My jaw drops. It’s like a broken record. The instant people begin to respect my heritage, someone comes along and kicks it into the mud. Red catches my appalled reaction and leads the queen away, who's still laughing at me.

“Don’t listen to her,” Chloe says. “Maybe being in Auradon will help change her.”

I scoff. “Which one? The prejudiced killer queen or her clone of a daughter?”

Normally I wouldn’t think such dark thoughts but how much more must I have fingers pointed at me? Instead of screaming in terror at my name the queen mocks my mother’s dumb kindness.

“Come on, Magica!” Chloe pulls me along. “It’s starting!”

Maybe the welcome ceremony will lift my spirits. Fairy Godmother stands ready on stage and signals for everyone to be quiet.

“Attention please! Parents and students, it has been a great privilege to serve you. But the time has come for another to take my place. So please join me in welcoming Auradon Prep’s new principal!” 

We all turn to see Uma’s crew flipping down the aisle chanting her name. Out strides Uma, making her grand entrance as usual. Hasn’t lost her touch.

“What’s my name?” She asks the crew.

“Uma!” 

She smirks and points to the audience. “That’s Principal Uma to you. So you better get it straight, or you’ll be walking the plank.”

“She’s just kidding, just kidding!” Fairy Godmother assures the crowd.

“I never got to go to Auradon Prep. But as its captain I am proud to be charting a new course to a bright future. Beyond the old ways of heroes and villains.” Uma finds me standing in the back and we both nod. “So in that spirit I’d like to welcome Princess Red of Wonderland.”

Everyone looks expectantly at Red but the royal red pair remains seated. The queen seems to be toying with something… Playing cards?

“Excuse me.” The queen’s head rises to look at Uma. “Do you mind?” she asks kindly.

"I do, actually,” she replies tartly, looking at the crowd. “Hm.”

“Mom, what are you doing?” Red asks nervously.

“Oh, I’m playing my favorite game.” She chuckles as she stands and shuffles the deck. “Waaaarrrr!”

The queen’s Hellish cackle fills the air. She throws the cards into the sky, causing a cloud of red cascading across the sun. Pop! Pop! What in the name of Auradon-? They’re soldiers?!

Red heart soldiers pop from the cards and land all around, caging us in. The queen flicks out more cards and they block the exits. Uma’s trying her best to fight the soldiers with her sword but I can already tell it won’t be enough. Where’s-? Fairy Godmother! She has her wand!

“Bibbidi bobbity-”

The red queen’s icy glare stares her down. “No.”

Another card flicks across and collides with the wand, snapping it in two. Dear God. 

Fairy Godmother stands there still as stone, trying to piece together what just happened. Red’s watching it all with the same expression.

“No! Let go of me!” Uma grunts.

There’s no way I can fight these soldiers hand to hand. Even my most powerful magic is too dangerous to use. I could hurt the captives. Oh! My invisibility cloak!

I slip it on just in time to see the queen striding towards Fairy Godmother with a triumphant smirk.

Red’s still shocked. “Mom, this is crazy! Even for you!”

“Crazy, crazy that it’s taken this long,” her mother mutters with malice. “I have been waiting years to be welcomed back into Auradon! So thank you, Red. You finally did something useful.”

Red’s invitation. Her mother used it to infiltrate Auradon when our guard was lowered. She can't even be proud of her daughter for wanting an education.

“I should've known this was never about me,” Red whispers, shaking her head.

Her mom’s eyes narrow. “Everything I do is for you.”

“That was my invitation. My school. My life.”

“Someday you’ll thank me.” She pats Red’s shoulder and smiles at Fairy Godmother, holding what looks like a small mirror. “Oh! And we’ve already seen the ending. Spoiler alert! We win.”

Through the scrambling crowd Cinderella makes her way to the front, only to be stopped by the queen’s guards. “Stop it, Bridget. You’re better than this.”

Her Cheshire grin sends chills down my spine. “Let her through.”

The guards comply and push the blue royal ahead.

“This is too far. I know what happened was hard on you but that was ages ago.”

Talk about never forgetting. And I thought my family held grudges.

The red queen simply looks down at her with murder in her narrowed eyes. “Feels like yesterday to me.”

Cinderella shakes her head “It was a stupid prank.”

“Stupid? Who could forgive humiliating a girl at her first dance? Turning me into a monster in front of everyone? Now that’s just cruel.”

“You’re right,” Cinderella admits.

The red royal sneers. “You didn’t care then. You were off with your prince. Ooh, but you will now. You will all show me the respect I deserve!” She points down at her. “Now kneel.”

“I will never kneel to a tyrant,” the blue queen rejects.

“Ugh. She’s denied a royal order.” The Queen of Hearts looks at her daughter. “What do we do about that, darling?”

This whole time Red’s stayed quiet. There’s no denying the guilt behind her eyes. She’s too young to be given an order to kill someone.

“Look. All you have to do is pledge allegiance. Is that so hard?”

Cinderella also seems to see she’s hesitant. “If it means giving up everything I stand for, yes.”

Her mom is getting impatient. “Who are you loyal to, Red? Hm? These strangers? Or your mother? Hm? Now make me proud. For once.”

Ouch.

“Come on, Bridget. Even your daughter knows it’s wrong. She can’t do it.”

That sparks something. Why did she have to say that? That’s just edging Red on even further!

“Treason. She’s guilty of treason!” Red declares to the crowd of captured guests.

“Exactly right, my dear. And that means off with her head!” 

Lightning crackles across the sky. An execution? Lord, I have to do something! But what?

“Shoo.” The red queen waves her hand at the guards, signaling for them to drag Cinderella away. 

“It’s gonna be ok, Chloe.”

But her daughter is far from calm. “Mom? Mom!”

“I love you! Be strong, Chloe!”

The blue royal is dragged away to the dungeon. Chloe tries to follow but the guards block her path. She grips her sword and stands to challenge the red royals.

“That’s not fair! Let her go!”

The queen shows mock surprise. “Oh, bless your heart.”

Chloe charges with her sword held high. In the corner of my eye Red’s pulling something out. A pocket watch-?

Flash!

The two girls collide and a snap of light engulfs them. I’ve seen some strange magic in my time but that was something completely new. That was no portal, no spell… What could possibly have caused them to vanish?

“Oof!”

One of the guards crashes into me, sending us both tumbling to the ground and my cloak slips off. Oh no-!

“Well well, what have we here?” The red queen looks down at me. “Here, let’s fix you up, shall we?”

She snaps her fingers and another guard hauls me to my knees. Ow! I feel them clasp something around my neck- A metal collar. Attached to a red chain.  

“Stop this madness!” I order and hold up a hand. But no magic sparks to life. An enchanted collar?

“Obey, Sanderson.” The queen yanks the chain and I fall to the muddy ground. “Do you want these people to suffer?”

“Let her go!” I hear Remus growl somewhere.

The queen huffs. “No.”

He fights his way forward. His suit is just as torn as my dress. “Take me instead!”

Wh-What? No, Remus! What are you doing?

“Hm. A Sanderson witch or a simple peasant? I don’t think so.” Guards seize Remus and force him to kneel. The red royal approaches him slowly with an intrigued smirk. “Interesting… Oh, how precious! You love her.”

My pulse snaps. Love? 

Remus doesn’t back down. He keeps glaring up at her with his jaw set tight. In a split second his gaze flickers to mine. He’s biting his tongue. Why would he speak out to save me? Quit it, Remus! She’ll chop off your head!

“Yes. I love her. Please don’t hurt her anymore.”

My jaw drops. He loves me? 

“And I thought your father was pathetic,” the queen sneers. “The question is does she return your love?”

Everyone’s eyes turn down to me. Do I love him…? Yes. I do love you, Remus. Despite my stubborn mind telling me not to, my heart can’t let you go. But how can I answer yes? She’ll use Remus as leverage against me. I can’t put him at further risk.

My lip quivers as I lift my saddened eyes to the diabolical royal. “No. I do not love him.”

It’s convincing, because the reaction it gets from Remus shows me his heart just broke. I know that look all too well. I’m so sorry.

“Aw, boo-hoo,” the queen mocks and waves her hand. “Lock her away and I’ll find use for her later. Maybe a housemaid.”

Locked away. My fears are coming true. Go ahead, Royal Highness. Lock me away in the dark where no one can ever find me. I’ve been broken before, I can heal again. But will Remus?

The chain is tugged and I’m forced to follow, but suddenly a man bursts through the crowd. The guards grab him just before he reaches the queen.

“Ah, Charming. So nice to see you again.”

He must be Chloe and Chad’s father. God, how to tell him his wife is being executed and his daughter has vanished?

“Where is she? Where’s Cinderella?” he demands.

“Why? Are you looking for these?” The red royal holds up a gleaming pair of silver heels that’s just been handed to her. Oh Lord. I’m too late.

Charming’s face falls. “What have you done?”

She lazily flings them to the ground and they shatter. The king falls to his knees and reaches out for the gleaming shards.

“Not so funny now, am I?”

“No… No! No!” I screech as I’m pulled away. 

“Quiet!” The guard leading me barks. 

I hang my head in shame, crawling pathetically down stone stairs into the inky darkness. Whatever prison or dungeon this is, none will ever be able to hide my disgrace.

“In here!”

The sound of creaking metal means a door is being opened. The guard grips my torso and tosses me in, locking the cell. How did I let this happen? I was supposed to be in charge of magic security. Is there no right place for me in Auradon?

How long has it been? How many more innocent lives have been slaughtered because of the queen’s rage? Why must she keep me locked down here instead of killing me too?

Thud thud thud!

Hurried footsteps alert me to look up. Someone’s coming. Probably to finish the job-

“Remus?” I gasp weakly.

He kneels down and clings the bars separating us. How can he still love me after what I said? Why would he risk coming down here?

“I’m sorry, I had to see you. I-I’m sorry about earlier…” He pants and hangs his head. “I know what you’ve been through and never want you to feel that pain again. But… I love you, Magica.” He softly presses his hand to mine. “Even though you’ll hate me-”

“No, no,” I quickly interrupt. I’m not going through this again. I’m not pretending to not love someone anymore. “Remus I could never hate you. I… I think I love you too. Even though I’m supposed to have only one true love.” I try to ease the atmosphere with a small chuckle. “Guess I cheated Fate after all.”

Remus’ melancholy face shifts to one of bewildered enchantment. He leans his forehead against the bars and slips a hand through to caress my cheek. I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel loved. I miss it.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“No tricks,” I answer honestly and press a soft kiss to his cheek through the bars.

If there was no cage separating me I would bury myself in his arms and give all the love I have left. But even through this small act Remus moans against the bars to show his affection.

“I won’t let them hurt you,” he promises and gets up to search for the key. “I’ll get you out of here-”

I grab his hand to stop him. “No. If I rebel against the queen she’ll hurt you.”

Remus kneels down again, this time with a stern look. “Do not ask me to have to witness you walking to the courtyard to have your head chopped off.”

Aw. Gory, but still very sweet. He’s-

Snap!

Ow! Something tugs at my head, almost as if an invisible knife is slicing through my brain. I buckle down and Remus starts panicking.

“Something’s happening…” I grunt in pain.

“Magica! What’s wrong?”

“Something’s… changing.”

Indeed, I feel the magic around us being warped. What-?

Flash!

“What’s my name?” She asks the crew.

“Uma!” 

She smirks and points to the audience. “That’s Principal Uma to you. So you better get it straight, or you’ll be walking the plank.”

“She’s just kidding, just kidding!” Fairy Godmother assures the crowd.

“I never got to go to Auradon Prep. But as its captain I am proud to be charting a new course to a bright future. Beyond the old ways of heroes and villains.” She finds me standing in the back and we both nod. “So in that spirit I’d like to welcome Princess Red of Wonderland.”

Everyone looks expectantly for Red but she’s staying near the back while her mother remains seated. The queen seems to be toying with something… Playing cards?

“Excuse me.” The queen’s head rises to look at Uma. “Do you mind?” she asks kindly.

I do, actually,” she replies.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Red asks nervously.

“We’re my favorite game.” She chuckles as she stands and shuffles the deck. “Hearts!”

The queen’s red and white gown stands out in the crowd. Wait. I could've sworn her dress was all red. And she’s… smiling? The cards fly across the sky and pop into heart-shaped bubbles. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She apologizes to the crowd. “I couldn’t help myself, I’m just so excited for my daughter to be here.”

Her loving gaze traces back to Red, who’s approaching with her own smile. 

“Well nothing I say is gonna top that, so… Have a great year, y’all!” Uma finishes.

Something changed. But what? It feels like a faint dream but I swear I was imprisoned in chains.

The crowd laughs in delight as Twilight and Dude run to and fro through the sea of people. While the students and parents dance and enjoy the snack table I walk up to the redhead VK. 

“I don’t know what you did, but you’ve proven to be good, Red. But thou be warned: manipulating the future has a cost. The bill will come due.”

But before she can respond her mother tugs her away for a dance. Uma walks up from behind and we both watch Red and Chloe jig about.

“Getting your way can be dangerous when you mess with the fabric of time,” Uma says. “They did something, didn’t they?”

I nod. “You and I both sense it. Something shifted not too long ago.”

Just then Remus walks into the room with Adam in tow. Remus. Does he-? Could that have been a dream too? Or maybe…

“Go to him,” Uma says. “It’s time you went on a date, Sparky. Though I never pinned you for a ginger fan.”

I roll my eyes. “Uma-”

“No, no, I get it!” She holds her hands up defensively. “A Rumpelstiltskin and a Sanderson? It sounds like a match! Now go.”

She pushes me forward and I nearly trip on my skirt.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” I giggle. God, please let it be so. “Remus! Can I talk to you? Alone?”

The spark in his eye tells me he does feel the same. “Sure! See ya later, Adam.”

He offers an arm, which I graciously take, and we walk out to the gardens where it’s less noisy and more private.

“So, what’s on your mind?” he asks. “I think today went pretty good.”

“Remus, would you like to go out on a date sometime?”

The question throws him off guard. Remus stops in his tracks and looks at me as if an angel just descended. 

“Wha- Really? Yes! How did you know?”

“I just… Know. Once upon a time you might have confessed to me. Not that you remember- It’s complicated.”

Remus shrugs and nudges my shoulder. “You know best. So… Does that offer for a date still stand?”

I nudge him back with a playful smile. “Yes.”

He catches my gaze again and we stop walking. No words, just two young people testing the waters. Time truly is a fickle thing. We’re not quite grown-ups, but I’m worlds away from where I used to be. Who I used to be. Maybe Remus is the person who’s been there for me all along.

Remus breaks the silence. “Does this mean things are normal again?” he whispers.

I have to stop myself from smirking. “Things are never normal for us, Remus.”

“Yeah, but… Can we abnormally be a couple?”

He’s leaning closer. Unknowingly I’ve gotten closer too. We each see an unspoken message and our lips finally meet. No memories of Carlos trouble me with guilt. I just feel Remus, and the love that he feels for me. It’s no wonder people enjoy love so much. It’s time to end my time of being alone and search for the next step in my life.

We break apart to breathe, but don’t stray too far. Whatever the future brings… It shows so much potential.

“With a little bit of luck, I hope so.”

[dangerouslyclose]

The City - Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Genre: Song Fic, Hurt/Comfort

TW: Swearing

Word Count: 1.1k

Song: The City by Ed Sheeran

You sneak into Chan's room, which isn't hard since he is at his desk with his headphones on. You get right behind him before yelling, "Oi!" while grabbing his shoulders. 

Chan jumps, spins the chair around, and whips off his headphones. “What the fuck!” Chan exclaimed. Upon noticing who it was his face immediately lit up. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked, reaching his arms out for a hug. You gladly comply sitting on his lap.

“I brought over dinner for everyone,” you smiled. “Take a break and come eat.”

“I just have to finish one thing.” He said holding up one finger with a guilty smile. You gave him a skeptical look. “I promise, go get everyone and I'll be there in like 10 minutes.”

You sighed, kissing a soft peck to his lips, “just because you promised!”

“I promise!” He smiled, causing his dimples  to appear.

You walk out into the kitchen already seeing Changbin and Jisung looking at the food. “Oi!” You shouted for the second time tonight.

“Y/N!” Both boys yelled running over to give you a big bear hug.

“Hey kiddos!” You smiled into the hug. “Go grab everyone else so we can eat.” As soon as the food was mentioned both boys ran out of the room at the speed of light to get the others. Soon all of the boys were in the kitchen grabbing plates of food. Some of them got their plates and scurried back to their rooms to go back to what they were doing before. Leaving Changbin, Jisung, Felix, and you eating at the table. 

“Where is Chan hyung?” Felix asked.

“He is working on a song,” you replied with a sigh. “He said he would come out to eat in just a bit.” 

“We both know that is a lie,” Jisung said with a sad pout. “He hasn’t come out of his room for two days now. I don't know if he ate or slept at all.”

“He promised,” you whispered.

Changbin looked over at you with a confused expression, “what did you say?”

“Nothing! Eat!” You perked up. “I’ll make a plate and take it to him.” Getting up to make Channie a plate, “don’t worry, I'll make sure to take good care of him.” 

You walked into the room to see Chan in the same position he was in when you left. You quietly walk up and put the plate on his desk. He looked up with a smile, but didn't say anything. You laid down on his bed messing around on your phone until you eventually fell asleep. You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes. You saw Chan still hunched at his computer. You grabbed your phone and checked the time, 4 a.m. Getting up you slowly padded over to Chan and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, he tensed up for a second then melted into your touch. At this moment you noticed the plate of food untouched. You decided to ignore it for now. “Baby, come to bed.”

“I’m almost done, go back to sleep baby girl.” 

You sigh, “Channie, you can finish in the morning. You need sleep, love.” You talk softly, not wanting to upset him.

“No, I have to finish this now!” He spun around in his chair, getting louder. 

You stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, “Christopher, when was the last time you slept?” You looked over to the plate of uneaten food, “or ate?” You asked sternly.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, I have to finish this!” He is yelling now.

“It does fucking matter! Because you fucking matter and it’s not healthy to not eat or sleep multiple days at a time. You can’t work on anything if you're sick!”  You also started yelling.

“You’re not my fucking mother, Y/N! So, stop telling me what to fucking do. If you are just going to keep nagging me you can fucking leave.” He finally snapped. 

Without a word you stood up and grabbed your phone, walking out of his room. You go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You lay down on the couch and cry yourself to sleep.

Chan woke up with a sore neck. He sat up realizing he passed out on his desk at some point. He looked at the time, 8 a.m. He was about to put his headphones back on to get back to work when he saw the plate of food. The argument suddenly replayed in his head. He shot up and ran out of his room. He was putting his shoes on by the front door when he was stopped by a hand grabbing his arm. “She’s on the couch,” Changbin said as he was leaving to go to the gym. Chan walked into the living room and saw your body curled up on the couch, asleep. He went back to his room to grab a blanket, draping it over your body. He sat down on the other end of the couch, putting his head into his hands sighing. 

“Channie?” Your soft voice startled him.

“Baby, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was just tired and stressed.”

“I know, you needed a break. I know I’m not your mother and I can’t tell you what to do. But, I love you, and care about your health. So, you can yell at me, you can tell me to leave, but I’m not going anywhere. I will be here for you no matter what love.” 

Chan was tearing up, “I am so so sorry. I love you so much. I don’t deserve you!” He fell on top of you into your open arms, crying into your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

“Christopher, my love, you deserve the world and so much more. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you of that.” You kissed the top of his head. 

Changbin came home from the gym a couple hours later, walking into the living room he saw Jisung taking a picture of Chan cuddling on top of you. “What are you doing?” Changbin asked.

“Shh! He is finally asleep, and just look at how cute they are. I’m going to show this picture at their wedding,” Jisung replied.

If anyone looked close enough they could see the small smile that appeared on Chan’s face with the mention of your wedding. Dreaming about the small black box in his bedside table, with a promise of forever inside.

[silentstyx]

If You're A Bird, I'm A Bird

pairing! dallas winston x fem! soc! reader

summary! meeting at a carnival, dancing in the street, summer romance. summer romance is stupid.

warnings! angst, dawg this is long, extremely ooc dally, spoiler for 'The Notebook' (2004)

a/n! i'm obsessed with the notebook rn and i'm hyper-fixating on it. i do not like this at all. im gonna sob. no use of y/n! definitely tons and tons of spoilers for The Notebook. watch The Notebook first.

Summer Of 1966

Pony and Johnny were off on some ride somewhere at the carnival and Darry was watching the two. Meanwhile, the rest of the guys were at the rigged carnival games. Steve was trying to win a prize for Evie, and Soda was doing the same for Sandy. Mostly just trying to impress them though. Meanwhile, Dallas leaned against the wall of the game while smoking a cancer stick.

Steve got barely any points, but he scrounged up enough to win a small pink bunny with floppy ears for Evie. Soda won a big teddy bear for Sandy. By the time they had to move and Dal had to pay attention; Two-bit was gone. Probably ran off somewhere to act a fool. The three men walk over to the bumper cars, Dally's cigarette still hanging in the corner of his mouth. A certain girl that Sandy and Evie are hanging around catches Dally's eye. Dally takes his cigarette out of his mouth before speaking.

"Who's the broad?" He asks while smoke blows out of his mouth, looking somewhat interested.

Steve chuckles, "That's (reader). She moved up here with her family for a little bit."

The last thing Dallas remembers before he zones out is Soda and Steve calling out to show their girls the prize they won for them. He walks up to her a little while after she gets off the bumper cars.

"Do ya wanna dance with me?" He asks, licking his lips with a smirk.

"No" she responds with subtley furrowed brows and a confused tone.

"Why not?" his smirk didn't falter while he asked her the question.

"Because I don't want to?" her face contorted in confusion, brows furrowing deeper and a confused smile placed subtly on her face.

Some guys butted in while some random guy takes her to the Ferris Wheel. As they walk to the Ferris Wheel, everyone passes around Dallas. Splitting around him as if he was a sign in the walkway. Instead of Dallas accepting defeat he runs to the Ferris Wheel, jumping in front of the chair the two were already in. She screamed as the chair shook with new weight unbalancing the seat.

"I'm Dallas Winston." He says with a sly smirk, looking at her.

"So?!" She asks, confusion and fear written all over her face.

"So... it's nice to meet you." he puts his hand out this time when he says it, expecting a handshake. Not getting one in return.

"Who is this guy?" Her date asks, now annoyed.

"I don't know, Dallas Winston!" She replies, sounding frightened still.

The worker in control yells at him again. Dallas then gets annoyed and gets out of the seat, hanging on the bars of just the Ferris Wheel. Everyone yelling at him while he does so, except his friends were still somewhat laughing.

"Will you go out with me now?" he asks, a bit of annoyance in his voice from the whole situation.

She rejects him yet again, this time repeating no. Now starting to get really aggravated by him.

"Why not?" His voice is shaking, mostly from him struggling to keep himself up.

"I don't know, probably cos I don't want to!" She yells at him,

"You leave me with no other choice then." He responds, voice still trembling.

He then drops one hand and she lets out a blood-curdling scream. His knuckles start to turn white and his hands start to turn red. People were still yelling at him all around.

"Imma ask you this one more time," He grunts, "Will you. Or will you not go out with me?"

He grunts again. Starting to trick her into thinking he was slipping "God damn it my hands startin to slip."

A girl yells at him to grab the bar and he responds that he won't grab on she agrees to go out with him.

"Oh, just go on a date with him already!" Steve yells up at the two.

"Ok, fine! I'll go out with you." She yells, desperate and frustrated.

"Don't do me any favors, sweetheart." His face scrunched up to focus on not slipping.

"No! I want to!" She yells.

"Say it." He says smugly.

"No, I want to!" he tells her to say it again but this time she screams, "I wanna go out with you!"

"Alright man, no need to yell.." He responds smugly, putting both of his hands firmly back on the bar.

A couple of weeks later, Evie invited her to tag along in a movie with just her and Steve. Once Steve arrived she realized he brought a friend with him. Dallas Winston. They all stood in awkward silence for a moment before walking in.

Of course, instead of watching the movie, Steve and Evie made out through the whole thing. While you weren't paying attention though, Dally moved from Steve's side to your side.

After the movie, the pair decided to walk together instead of riding with Steve home. The two talked the whole time, talking about whatever. Her life was talked about more than his.

Dallas makes the both of them stop walking next to a practically abandoned road.

"Come over here, I wanna show you something." He says while walking farther away.

"No, what are you doing?" She says, almost complaining in a way.

"Just come on." He responds with a sassy tone and an eye roll. He walks closer to the stop light in the middle of the road.

"You're gonna get us ran over!" She hissed at him.

He looks around at the deserted road, "By all the cars?"

He lies down on the road, looking at the stoplight. She looks down at him doing this.

"Me and my mom used to do this kinda stuff a whole lot, we just laid down and watched the lights change. Watching the colors change from green to yellow to red to green. You could try ya know it ya know, if you wanted to." He says, trying to persuade her to lay next to him.

"Nope." She replies quickly and nervously.

"Why not?" He responds, confused.

"Because," she tries to find a good excuse, "I don't know! Will you just get up?!"

"Y'know, that's your problem. Ya know that" he looks at her and then back up at the sky, "you don't do what you want."

She looks down at him, rolls her eyes, and then lies down with him. He looks over at her as she chuckles at the absurdity of this.

"And what happens if a car comes?" She asks hypothetically.

"We die." He responds to her, thoughtlessly.

She looks at him quickly with widened eyes and a playful but nervous smile, "what?"

"Just relax," he says calmly, "just trust. You need to learn how to trust."

She thinks for a moment, before humming in agreance.

The pair lies in silence. Peaceful, comfortable silence. They watch as the lights change. Cars noises in the background. They then hear a horn blare as lights come towards them. She screams as they both run off the road. She then starts giggling and laughing at the situation.

Soon enough, the pair hit it off and started dating. They were inseparable, as a finger and a thumb. They did regularly fight though, but they immediately made up and made out.

One day when Dally was dropping (reader) off at her parent's house her dad saw them together and insisted on meeting him.

They had a big dinner with her family, rich socs. All they could talk about was what they did for work and how much they made and how rich they were. Dallas and (reader) were both visibly uncomfortable.

(Reader)'s mother chimed in, "So what are you two going to do at the end of the summer?"

Dallas responded, "once you go back you'll only be a little over an hour away. I have a car and don't care to drive."

(Reader) rolled her eyes, knowing what her mother was about to say to Dally.

"Oh but (reader) is going to be going to college, Sarah Lawrence?" her mother questioned.

Dallas sucked his teeth, his tongue poking at the bottom of his mouth, "I didn't know that." If he had said even a tiny bit quieter no one would've heard him.

(Reader) then chimed in, "I had just gotten the letter today I was going to tell you."

She tells him this with furrowed brows while looking into his eyes. He gives her a slight nod, giving her confirmation that he "doesn't care". As soon as he finished the nod her mother chimes in again.

"Sarah Lawrence is in New York." She smiled, proud of herself for killing a teen romance..

Dallas went silent. Barely speaking over a whisper, "I didn't know that either."

(Reader) rolled her eyes and sighed.

A couple of hours later they went to the beach to hopefully forget about dinner. (Reader) plays in the waves while Dal watches her.

She runs into the water, cheering, as the birds around her flew away. She invites Dally into the water with her. The waves crash around her abdomen and she lets out a squeal. Dallas gets right behind her.

She then throws her arms into the air.

"What are we doing?" He whispers to her, making a small smile. His face right next to her ear.

She walks out in the water further, arms down now. She then asks dallas, "Do you think in a past life I could've been a bird?"

"Huh?" he asks, puzzled.

"Like reincarnation!" She smiles and puts her arms out to her sides.

He then smirks at the scene as his hands stay at her hips, "I don't know, man"

"I think I could've" She plays in the water, arms out, making bird noises.

She then looks at Dally. They both have huge smiles on their faces. Dallas never could've seen himself with a girl like this. Dally never could've seen himself acting like this, with anyone ever again.

"Say I'm a bird," her arms still in the air.

He keeps his smile and jokingly responds, "Nope."

She starts flapping her arms and running in place, "Say I'm a bird.."

He starts laughing at the scene, knowing what's about to happen. "You better stop. Stop it now while you're ahead!"

She then runs up to him, "Say it!"

She runs into his arm and he picks her up. They look at each other with heart eyes, making direct eye contact.

With a smile painted perfectly on his face, he says, "You're a bird."

"yeah," she smiles and they kiss, "Now say you're a bird too."

They make direct eye contact while he holds her. They smile.

"If you're a bird, I'm a bird." He nods as he says it, smiling at her.

They kissed again, he put one arm on her neck as the other hand held her body up. The waves pushed them to the side as they kissed.

That night they stayed at the Curtis's house because neither of them could sleep at how loud this certain party at Buck's was. Darry had a night shift and was letting them sleep in his bed as long as there was no tomfoolery. Except that's exactly what happened, for the most part, what do you expect it's two teenagers! But then Soda walked in on them in the middle of the night.

"Soda! Get out!" Dally loudly groans, while kissing your neck, at Soda as he bursts into the room.

"I'm sorry but (reader)'s parents are going insane! They called the cops, every cop in town is looking for her!" He exclaimed.

The two got ready to go quite quickly. Dallas drove you to your house almost immediately.

She storms up the porch steps yelling, "You sent the police for me?!"

"Yes!" her mother yells back, "it is two in the morning, of course we sent the police!"

Her father chimes in, "Thank the lord you're alright. Where ya been?""

Dallas closes the door, accidentally making his appearance known. Her parents look at him.

Her father is the one who talks to him, "Would you give us three a chance to talk alone?"

Her mother and she stepped into a different room. Her father stayed in there for a moment.

"Sir it isn't her fault, we fell asleep and we meant to tell call you." Dallas says, defending her.

He tells him to sit down in the chair. All Dallas can hear while we all 'talk' in the other room is muffled yelling and cursing. The only words he could put together is teen romance, pregnant, trash, love. As well as muffled sobbing.

Dallas put two and two together and left outside. Soon enough (reader) went to find him.

"Dal?" She yells, not seeing him while running through the hall.

She finds him outside. He looks at her and says, "I gotta go."

She shakes her head no, "I don't want you to leave."

He walks closer to Buck's car, "I gotta think about somethings."

"Think? Why won't you talk to me?" she gently grabs his hand, pulling him back.

He slightly raises his voice, "About what? You're leaving!" He lowers his voice, "And I'm staying here. That's great and all, but you're gonna have a million things to do"

She starts to cry, "Dallas I wanna stay with you!"

"No, You gotta go." He protests, trying to be supportive except not sounding it.

"Then... you can come with me!" she says hopefully.

"I've already lived in New York, I left. Why would I go back?" He sounds exhausted.

"Be with me?" You respond in a hopeful whisper. Brows furrowed as you looked up at him.

He stayed silent, looking at the ground. Man, I need a light. Was all he could think.

"We don't gotta figure everything out right now, man..." he grumbles under his breath, it wouldn't take a genius to see how upset he was. He looks back at you, "let's just finish the summer and see what happens."

"Are you telling me you wanna break up...?" You ask with a tremble in your voice, scared of knowing the answer.

He looks between you and the ground, uncomfortable, "nah man, I'm saying we see how it ends up."

With a shaky breath and tears threatening to leave your eyes. You weren't even looking at him anymore, just next to him. All you could muster up was a whisper, "Are you breaking up with me?"

"I don't see how it's gonna work." He replies dryly, looking at you while hiding his sadness. He starts to walk back after he says this, so you don't see him cry.

You wanna get on your knees and beg, but you also are frozen. "Dal, please don't do this... you dont mean it!" You say sniffling. Then you got angry and felt the adrenaline start pumping in you, "If we're just gonna break up why wait until the summer ends! Why don't you just end it right now?!" You shut his door as he tried to leave.

All you could do was yell and scream at him and you were just pushing him into the car, "Y'know what! I'm gonna do it! It's over, we're over!" You yelled as you backed away from him.

You couldn't think straight. You wanted to smack him around, kiss him, and get on your knees, beg him to stay.

You don't though. You just have this hurt look on your face that Dallas seems to avoid. He can't even look at you. He just gets in his car and leaves. He leaves, without saying anything.

Start screaming, crying, beg him to come back! that's all your head is telling you to do. You go against it though. You watch him leave. You watch him drive away and you go inside. All you can do now is cry. Go under the covers and cry, which is all you do. All you can do. Fuck.

[212-apricity]

chess and muffins

heyy everybodyyyy

ok so firstly i promise chapter 12 of mastermind is coming pls bear w me; secondly ive been watching the olympics and you guys. literally why does everyone look like models like they're GORGEOUS esp steven nedoroscik and armand duplantis like yummmm

also can we talk about the muffins pls bc they’ve had a chokehold on me for way too long now like pls i need to recipe rn

anyways a friend of mine, @curaheehee , asked for this one and girl i really hope this lived up to what you wanted bc guys i tried my best and i lowkey hate it but i hope it was okay for the ask😭🙏❤️

The chatter of the audience around the stadium hums behind me, accompanied by multiple news reporters and retired athletes, everyone giving their opinions on the past events today.

Simone, Suni and I are standing around the sidelines, chatting away trying not to “psyc ourselves out” as we wait for the officials to finish prepping the equipment before we can compete.

“I really wanna try one of those muffins Henrik keeps posting about, they look so delectable” I say, imagining the muffins I’ve seen everywhere but still havent had the chance to try.

“No you really need to, they’re soo good” Simone adds as Suni nods along,

“How long do you guys think they’re going to take? Like its already been almost an hour, I’m getting so bored” Suni says impatiently as we look around and still see the officials fiddling around with the equipment.

“Who knows, the french overcomplicate everything” I say, making the girls laugh as we look around for anything else interesting to keep ourselves entertained during the wait.

Simone spots a rubiks cube under a chair and picks it up saying excitedly, “Hey Y/n didn’t you say you could solve one of these things?”I smile, taking the cube from her excitedly, “I don’t know honestly I think the last one I solved was like two years ago.”

“Try it, I’ll time you” Suni says getting her phone out as Simone reshuffles the cube.

“Three, two, one, Go!”

I shuffle the cube around as quick as I can and finish in 7 seconds, yelling out along with the girls as everyone around us looks at us strangely as we jump up and down out of excitement.

“Okay, on the plane back home you have to teach me how to do that” Simone says.

“Me too!” Suni adds.

I open my mouth to respond but before I can, I feel someone tapping me gently on my shoulder and I turn around to see who it is.

“Hi,”

Steven Nedoroscik.

Of course.

I had seen him earlier this week in the mens pommel horse event and I couldn’t stop giggling over him during and after the event when Simone and Suni kept showing me edits of him.

I try to keep my cool as he speaks, “I think I dropped my rubiks cube somewhere here earlier, have you seen it?”

“Oh! Yes of course,” I’m broken out my trance as he finishes asking his question and I turn around to take the cube back from Suni as she hands it to me with a smirk as Simone tries to repress her giggles, seeing me so flustered.

“Thanks,” He says with a smile looking down at the solved cube, “Who solved this?”

“Oh I did, sorry I didn’t know it was yours.” I say, slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it, how long did it take you?” he says, making me feel a lot better.

“Seven seconds” I say proudly as he raises his eyebrows in surprise,

“No way! The fastest I’ve solved one in is eight seconds” he remarks, making me laugh.

“Hey how long do they take to set these things up?” I ask putting a hand on my hip and the other pointing to the stage.

“Don’t even get me started, I had a whole nap in my event”

I laugh along with him, “I might just have to start doing that too, but I’m not competing for another week after today so I’ll probaby just spend the rest of the week hunting down the chocolate muffins and playing chess.”

With this Stevens eyes lit up, “You play chess too?” he said exictedly

“A little bit, not like competitively but my dad taught me when I was younger” I say, smiling at his interest.

He goes to reply but is cut off with a thick french accent over the speakers announcing,

“Everyone who is not a gymnast or a coach, please exit the area; the event will begin shortly.”

Before he leaves, Steve asks, “Hey if you’re not doing anything tomorrow morning, would you want to meet up at the dining hall and play a round?”

I’m stunned at first but quickly recover once I hear another announcement over the speakers, louder this time.

“Yes. I’d love that” I say, smiling broadly as he lets out a held breath and nods before leaving, almost tripping over a chair behind him making me laugh.

timeskip

I scan the trays of pastries in the breakfast section in search of the chocolate muffins before giving up when I couldn’t find any and taking a pain au chocolat and water instead and making my way to where Steve was carefully placing chess pieces on the board.

“Good morning,” I say, taking a seat in front of him causing him to look up and smile,

“Good morning,” he says, pushing his glasses up slightly, “I saved you a chocolate muffin they were about to run out”

He hands me a chocolate muffin, still warm, “Oh my gosh stop, I was so heartbroken like two minutes ago I thought Henrick took them all, thank you so much” I laugh, blushing slightly.

“Of course! Shall we start?” he laughs, blushing and motioning to the board.

“No hold on,” I say after a bite of the muffin, “What does the winner get?”

“Hmm…” he thinks, “How about if you win, I get you muffins every morning for a week,”

“Mhm okay I like where this is going”

“And if I win, you go on a real date with me” he looks up nervously through his glasses catching me off guard with wide eyes.

It takes me a minute but I respond, “Okay”

I’ve never tried harder to lose.

again like i lowkey hated it uughh but guys please feel free to send in any requests about anyone bc im rotting away until september 6th and ive got literally nothing to do❤️❤️

[harrytheehottie]

surprise 🌟 please let me know what you think and enjoy! 

You watched as Harry entertained the party around you. He had an ease about him, moving from person to person, remembering everyone’s name, what they do for a living and a detail that they would always be shocked he would remember. It’s a formula of sorts, a party trick, his ability to never forget a name or a face no matter how much time has passed and the hundreds of thousands (and sometimes millions) of other faces he encountered.

It worked on you.

A few years ago, you were invited to a mutual friend's Christmas party, and you were enamored with how normal he was and how easily he fit in with your friend group. Harry was the first one up when the host suggested that you all play charades. You paired off into two’s and were lucky enough to be on his team, not having to deal with his competitive wrath.

“M’Harry,” he introduced himself to you as he walked over from his spot at the table next to you on the couch.

“I know,” you laughed at the formality of him introducing himself, “so, do you want to be the one doing the acting out of the guessing?”

“What would you like to do?” Harry whispered as he leaned his body into yours, trying not to let anyone hear your strategy.

“I’d say the man with the Christopher Nolan credit should do the acting” you teased, nudging your elbow into him.

Harry cracked a smile, “Looks like someone’s done their homework on me.”

And before you had the chance to think of a witty response, or feel any embarrassment for your forwardness on not pretending to know who he was, the first round of charades had begun.

Harry went up and picked his first card out the box. His eyes laser focused on you as you watched him begin to act out the word on the card. He made a three with his fingers, “3 words?” You responded waiting for a confirmation. He nodded. Harry quickly gestured to a box, “TV?” Yes. You were right. Now completely hyper aware of everyone in the room's attention, he made a letter T, “The?” He eagerly nodded again.

The first word is ‘The’ you thought to yourself as you carefully watched Harry begin to walk around the room, ‘Walking?’ He nodded and gave you a thumbs up as you cracked your brain for a tv show that had those two words in it and before Harry could make his next move you already had the answer, jumping up off of your seat “The Walking Dead?” you said and he came running towards you with an equally excited “Yes!” engulfing you in a giant bear hug.

And that’s how the rest of your night went, you and Harry were the perfect team, your group of friends amazed at how quickly you got into a rhythm. It was definitely your competitive nature and nothing else - at least that’s what you told yourself as you left the party a few hours later still thinking about him.

And when you were halfway down the block trying to find the nearest tube station and you heard a familiar voice call your name, the nerves you’ve been ignoring finally bubbling to the surface.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” You turn around and ask Harry, who is way closer than you thought he was when you first heard his name. He was of breath, the brisk London air catching up to him as he breathed in and out before speaking,

“No, nothing happened, it's just…”

Was Harry Styles nervous? You thought to yourself watching him as he ran his hands through his hair countless times trying to carefully articulate what he wanted to say to you.

“I was just wondering if you would like - and no pressure but I would like to have your number?” He finally asked his green eyes meeting yours, the nervousness still heavy in his presence but now the ball was in your court.

“Oh?” You replied. You can’t remember the last time a man politely asked for your number this way - it always felt a bit intimidating.

“I know I could have asked someone back there but I didn’t want it to turn into a thing, which, I guess chasing you down the block isn’t really the smoothest way to do this either.”

“I don’t think you have any trouble being smooth,” the words left your mouth before you could even think about it.

Harry’s brows raised, “Is that so?”

“That's not what I-”

“M’just teasing, but I really would like your number, if you’d like to give it to me.” Harry pulled his phone out of his back pocket, held it up to his face to unlock it before handing it over to you. You just nodded before typing your name and number into his phone and handing it back.

“You’re not going to call to check if I put in the right number?” You asked, watching Harry put his phone back in his pants pocket.

“I trust you,” he said before throwing you a wink, “get home safely,” he added as you walked in different directions wondering to yourself, if he would ever actually reach out.

&&

It was the morning of your birthday when you woke up to a text from an unknown number, you turned over in bed and grabbed your phone out the charger, eyes still half asleep as you read the three consecutive messages that rolled through in the middle of the night.

I was just told it’s your birthday? Is that true?

If you have time to squeeze me into your day I just got back in town and would love to see you.

Also, I’m sorry for taking a month to reach out. Life got busy. Again would love to see you even if it’s not today x

You reread the messages a handful of times, a smile immediately plastered on your face at the thought of Harry asking your friends about you. And just as you were beginning to type a response you heard a buzz at your front door, you weren’t expecting anything but got out of bed as you quickly replied to Harry.

It is my birthday! Who told you? I’d love to see you today but I’ve got a few plans scattered with friends. Do you have time tomorrow?

You open the front door to a flower arrangement delivered with a single cupcake and a card that read:

Happy Birthday,

I hope it’s a sweet one.

Harry xx

And you tried your hardest to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

&&

You quickly found time to grab coffee a week after your birthday. You were surprised at how much you had in common, Harry was on a break from touring and had time off before he had to start working on his next project.

“Y’know this is the longest I’ve been home since the band,” Harry confessed before taking another sip of his iced americano with a splash of almond milk - you made it known just how disgusted you were at his order the second he told it to the barista.

“Really?” You were taken aback at his confession, you knew his job included a ton of travel but the reality of an eight week break after a world tour being the longest he’s been home amazed and frightened you.

“S’the way I prefer things really, a bit of a workaholic.”

“Do you ever think about what life would be like if you weren’t operating this way?” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself, Harry’s brows perked up, “You don’t have to answer that.” You immediately blurted out.

“You know, I’ve never really had anyone ask it like that,” you could tell he was taken by this question. He just went on a tangent about the reasons why Los Angeles was a place he had to be very strategic in - “s’just I’m grateful for this and I don’t know why or how I got so lucky but there are definitely times where I wish I could shut it off. It’s the feeling of people constantly watching that I hate the most, like there is no sense of privacy, the working bit, I think everyone gets that way at times. Me working provides jobs for dozens of people and taking extended breaks means some of those people won’t have jobs or will get other jobs and cannot come back to work for me.”

You listened intently, you knew privacy was a concern just in the way he operated, it's something you noticed at the party you met him at. His head was on a swivel but he never let it affect the way he acted that night but you wondered if his gravitation towards you was because you couldn’t be bothered to pick up your phone and let the whole world know you were at a party with Harry Styles.

���It’s definitely harder than it seems but you also have to give yourself time to recoup and experience the mundane of life. I think that’s equally as important.”

The two of you continue to talk about everything under the sun, the nerves of misspeaking completely eliminated and you feel silly for even having those thoughts. When you excuse yourself to get back to work, Harry wraps you in a bear hug, not once glancing at the patrons of the coffee shop, his hug lingering a second longer than you anticipated.

“I’ll see you later?” He asks running his hands through his hair before plopping his newsboy cap onto his head and his green parka jacket over his layers.

You nod a yes and go your separate ways.

&&

Harry invited you to dinner with some friends. You tried not to think too much about the invitation, after a handful of hangouts and phone calls and walks through the heath, the natural progression of friendship was to introduce each other to your friend group. You thought it would be easier to go from Harry’s so after a short train ride and a 10 minute walk from the station you were at his front gate, pulling your phone out to plug in his gate code.

“Hello?” You called out as the front door was left open for you after no response, he must be in the bathroom you thought to yourself as you began to walk up the stairs towards what you assumed to be Harry’s room. You open the first door to your right, a four poster bed that was haphazardly made was in the middle of the room. You felt like you shouldn’t have walked in but there was something drawing you there, you admired the bookcase that was against the wall - filled with books, awards, pictures of what you assumed were his family and friends. You were immersed in all the books that were displayed - Love Is A Mixtape, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle - Norwegian Wood.

“You could borrow on if you’d like,” his voice broke you out of your daze. You turned around to see Harry walking out of the ensuite - shit, you should have just stayed downstairs.

“Sorry, when you weren’t downstairs, I thought I would figure out where you were.”

“So you decided to follow me into my bedroom?” He teased.

“You were in here weren't you?” You replied.

“Touche.”

&&

Harry decided to drive to the restaurant instead of calling a car.

“I can drop you off if you’d like, I’m going to have to go through the back and s’just don’t want to hassle you with that.” Harry said, eyes focused on the road. You could tell by the crack in his voice this wasn’t an ideal conversation to have.

“No, it’s fine, we can just arrive together,” you reassured him.

“You sure?” He asked again. This was something you had discussed before, the elements of his life that were abnormal to his peers, having to strategically plan his entrance into a restaurant was one of them.

“M’not really camera ready,” you joked trying to ease your way out of an awkward conversation.

“You’re always camera ready,” Harry quickly looked over to you with his shy smile that always filled you with butterflies. You rolled your eyes before breaking into a smile yourself.

When you made it to the restaurant, you were suddenly overcome with a feeling you couldn’t place. And when the hostess walked you over to your table as Harry’s hand grazed your lower back, that shift you felt earlier in the day came back. As you approached the table to find Harry’s best friend/manager Jeffrey and his wife Glenne, the feeling stayed.

This was a double date.

“Harry’s told us a lot about you, it’s nice to put a face to the name,” Glenne said as she embraced you into a hug before you sat down at the table.

“Good things I hope,” You laugh awkwardly at the admission that Harry talked to his friends about you. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility but the reality of this dinner being with one of his closest friends kind of felt like a test, a test that answered some of your questions regarding his feelings towards you.

“I’ve never heard him speak so highly of someone,” Jeff chimed in before throwing a playful nudge Harry’s way. You watched as a red hue washed over Harry and it answered all your questions.

The feelings were more than mutual.

&&

You end up back at Harry’s.

He invites you in for a nightcap, usually you’d say no and just take yourself home but something was different. The ease of conversation, the way you got along with his friends, the lingering looks across the dinner table, the way Harry’s shoes kept knocking into yours under the table and on the drive back to his, his right hand moved over the center console to meet yours. He didn’t move focus from the road when you let your fingers intertwined with his. You were heading into a territory that most friends never came back from but something was different with Harry, you were ready to find out.

When you got into the house, it was quiet between the two of you. The sounds of his keys falling into the catch-all dish in the entryway, his rings next, you watch the way he moves through his house, something you’ve witnessed dozens of times but this was different. He walks halfway through his living room before sliding his shoes off. You’re still standing at the entryway, knowing that the first step you take forward is going to change your relationship, entirely.

“What’d you like to drink? Tea? Coffee? M’sure I’ve got some wine somewhere?” Harry asks from the kitchen.

“Tea is good!” You say, still at the entryway but now taking your shoes off and placing your bag at the entry table. This is good, he wants you here, you remind yourself trying to get out of your own head.

“Tea it is!”

You walk into the living room and sit on one of the chairs on the kitchen island watching the way Harry picks a mug for you, pours water into the kettle and places a tea bag into your mug. He pours himself a glass of water - “I’ve never been much of a tea drinker,” he confessed to you when you invited him over to yours a few weeks ago. You appreciated his honesty even though his lack of drinking had answered that question for you long before.

Harry sits on the chair next to you, you gazed into his eyes, the comfortable silence filling the room and just as you were about to speak, Harry’s hand moved up towards your face, gripping your chin softly as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Harry.”

“Yes?”

“What are we doing?” You whisper softly.

Harry moves his mouth into yours, his hands grip the back of your chair moving you closer to him. Your hands find their way into his hair as your bodies work in unison to get as close to each other as possible. His hands find their way from the back of your thighs working their way up your chest.

“Do you want this?” Harry whispers in your ear, your body erupting in chills.

“Do you?”

And like on cue, the both of you begin undressing in front of one another. You watch Harry as he pulls his shirt off his, his toned abs flexing, the close up of his tattoos that you haven’t seen before giving you a new sense of vulnerability.

“Are you just going to stand there with your mouth open?” Harry laughed and you felt the blush all over your body, “S’joking - let me help you with that,” Harry’s hands pulled at the hem of your pants, his fingertips grazing your waist and you held your breath. You get out of your pants and lift your own shirt over your head. You take a step back to watch Harry take himself out of his boxers, if you were in awe of the sight before your eyes when his shirt was off - this was a whole different level. You blinked twice taking  him in and Harry’s amusement was clear on his face, smirking at your reaction.

You begin to bend down in front of him, your need to hold him and feel him everywhere growing by the seconds.

“No- you don’t have to” Harry begins pulling at you to get back up.

“I want to,” you wanted to make him feel good and you were eager to taste him. Harry smiles wide, his hand pumping his length a few more times, your mouth was open and ready. He holds the back of your head gently as you begin to wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around a few times, a faint “Fuck” leaves his lips and you want more.

You lean forward, taking his entire length in as far as you could, wrapping your hands around the base and moving your mouth and hands in rhythm. You look up at Harry his chest going up and down as his breathing begins to get heavier, his lips parts and eyes closing head falling back, you watch as his muscles flex and satisfied moans fill the room as his hips move forward.

“You’re so fucking good” he says through his moans. “M’getting close and,” you knew what he was getting at, so you took him in one more time before slowly letting him go. Without wasting a moment he is helping you up from your spot, “You’re insane” Harry says through a deep laugh, his cheeks flushed, hair wild from pulling at it.

“Am I?” You tease as you kiss his ear, moving down to his shoulder - pressing your lips between his swallows. Harry kneading your breasts in his hands as your knees hit the back of the chair. You move his hands off of you, getting a questioning look before you turn around and move to the couch behind you. Harry watches you, his hands now placed at his hips trying to figure out your next move.

“C’mere,” you whisper from your spot on the couch. Your legs spread open and your hands grazing against your center as Harry is in front of you. He begins to move forward and you kick your leg up your feet meeting the center of his chest, stopping him from moving any closer, “Are you going to just stand there and stare or are you going to ask nicely?” You tease as you circle your fingers against where you want him most.

“Let me make you feel good,” he pleads as he bends down to open the drawer to his side table, pulling out a condom, tearing open the package with his teeth and rolling it onto himself.

“Smooth.” You laugh because of course he has condoms ready, which in this moment you were grateful for.

“Got a girl to impress, haven't I?” Harry says before moving towards you. He took his time, moving his fingers to meet yours and circling your clit a few times before he moved his fingers to gather your wetness. You watched in awe, there was no room for overthinking, you were aware that the budding friendship that the two of you were forming was going to be forever changed but that was something you’d deal with later.

Harry thrust his hips inside you, your eyes locked as the pleasure took over. You felt him everywhere as you let out a deep breath adjusting to his size.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Harry whispered as he moved his mouth to meet yours just as he slowly began to move his hips. You wrapped your legs around him as his mouth moved from your mouth to neck, biting and sucking along the way. The pleasure was taking over the both of you as moans and groans started to fill the room, you could feel your orgasm coming on as you reached one hand between your legs working yourself up, your muscles clenching around his length and just as the wave washed over you - the faint noises coming from Harry whispers of “s’fuckin’ perfect, wanted this for so long, s’perfect” as his thrusts began to grow faster and fast, his hands gripping your waist as he drove into you before filling you up. He stayed there for a minute, the thumping of his heart soothing you back to reality.

Harry looked into your eyes, the vulnerability washing over him and you kissed him on the lips once more answering the question that neither of you wanted to be the first to admit.

This was different.

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Aruani, Jeanmarco, Reibert triple date

Oh anon, you're spoiling me! This is so cute 😭 This was SO FUN to write, I hope you'll love it as much as I do!

Triple Date

Armin checks his notes, making sure they are heading the right way. He really can't screw this up!

He somehow managed to convince Annie to spend the day together outside the camp. Not that Annie didn't want to spend time with Armin, but she was always reluctant when it came to being affectionate in public. They have grown closer recently, spending more and more time together around camp, but things are still a bit awkward between them.

Thankfully, they are headed towards a small fun fair Connie told Armin about. He was always good at keeping up with whatever events were on. Cadets were not supposed to go, but they're both out of uniform and Armin frankly does not care at the moment. He's holding Annie's hand and that's the only thought he can process for now.

They can hear the music getting louder and louder and when they take a last turn they find the street Connie told them about.

'Whoa!' Armin gasps, taking in the many colourful stands, ribbons and flowers decorating the street. Even Annie looks surprised.

'Come! Let's check it o-' Armin says excitedly, but without realizing he runs into someone. 'O-oh, my bad!'

'Well, well, well. What do we have here?'

Oh no

'Hi, Jean'. Armin starts sweating, face turning red while Jean crosses his arms.

'Sneaking out together? How cute.' he says with a shit eating grin on his face.

Armin goes stiff, unable to reply.

But Annie smirks.

Jean lifts an eyebrow. "What are you smirking at-" but just as he's about to finish his question someone else appears from behind him, holding what looks like two long sticks wrapped in fluffy candy floss.

'Pookie, I'm back!' Marco says gleefully.

At that Jean's face reddens. 'Oh hi guys.' Marco says, a bit embarrassed. "Didn't know you'd be here too!"

'Connie told us about the festival and we wanted to check it out' Armin replies, trying not to laugh.

'I see -Pookie- over here had the same idea' Annie sneers. There's pure evil in her eyes. Jean would never be able to live this down. 'You two also on a date?' she asks, arm resting on her hip.

'D-date??' Armin and Jean jump, and Annie rolls her eyes. Men.

Armin looks lost in thoughts (A date?? She called it a date?? Are we dating now?? Is it official??) and Jean grows more and more annoyed with Annie (How dare she mock me?? A date?? With my bro?? Don't be ridiculous!).

Marco clears his throat to break the awkwardness. "Well anyway, we should be goi-"

'Hey! You there!!'

Oh shit.

Reiner.

This is the LAST person they want to meet in this situation. Reiner, despite being the headstrong leader they respected, was also a massive sap. A hopeless romantic, for sure. Leave it to him to make things even more awkward than they already are.

They don't act fast enough and Reiner approaches them, waving. Behind him a massive bear shaped plushie follows.

'What the hell is that?' Annie mutters. 'A... bear?'.

'I think that's Bertholdt' Jean replies, a hand covering his mouth to conceal his snickering. Everyone knew that the two were an item.

Reiner and Beartholdt stop in front of the rest.

'I didn't know you guys would also come!' Reiner laughs, hands on his hips. 'Connie told us about this place, and we had to check it out!'.

But then it all clicks: Annie and Armin holding hands, Jean and Marco sharing candy floss, the blush across everyone's faces and the sneaky glances being exchanged.

Reiner instantly tears up. 'YOU GUYS!! I DIDN'T KNOW!! HOW COULD I BE SO BLIND!?' he shouts, reaching for a delicate napkin in his pocket to wipe away his tears. Bertholdt pats him on the back. 'There, there'.

'YOU HAVE MY BLESSING' he continues, and everyone wants to disappear.

'Reiner, i-it's nothing like that!' Armin responds. 'Yeah man, we're just hanging out as bros, right Marco?' Jean continues, but both Annie and Marco look unimpressed.

There's an awkward pause.

'What's with the bear?' Annie asks, intrigued.

Bertholdt smiles. 'Reiner won it for me at one of the stands! If you hit all the targets you can win a prize.' he hugs the bear tightly. 'Of course, if you do well you get a plushie like this, but even if you do terribly you get some sweets.' Reiner opens his coat, revealing lots of candy that had been stuffed into his inner pockets.

Annie's eyes narrow and she turns to Armin, determined. 'Let's go there!' She commands, squeezing his hand. This was a win, win situation.

'I want a plushie too!' Marco glances at Jean with big puppy eyes.

Reiner laughs.

'Guess we're heading back there then!'

💜This fic is now also on AO3 !

[zombiedumbie]

03. AND NOW WE'RE KIDS THAT NEVER KNEW THEIR NAMES

'Wolf brought another strange kid home' masterlist.

this title is temporary, I need to get more creative with them. edit: new title! it's a reference to this song.

based on Law's light novel, silly little domestic moments, fluff, memory loss, 1st person pov.

I was starting to understand her better now.

Wolf would sniff when he was happy, while the girl would run a fever when she was happy. In fact, she would get sick for a few days.

After Wolf found her in the kitchen, he picked her up and carried her to her room, telling me that she had gotten worse. I worried as I felt her temperature under my palm, but the old man told me it was like when she visited the city with him.

At first, I thought it was just nervousness. After all, there was a new person in the house, and when she visited the city, she was surrounded by new people; it was like adding one and one. But then she started opening up a bit more with Bepo.

With nowhere to escape while lying in bed during those days, she couldn't avoid Bepo when he accompanied me. I assumed it would be difficult for them to interact, especially given the bear's shyness and the girl's fear. But I was glad to be proven wrong.

Soon, I could hear them talking, sometimes laughing. It happened even faster than with me. I listened from the door of my room as she told him about the city. I expected her to say it was scary, but nothing but kind words came out of her mouth as she excitedly explained how beautiful the city was and how kind the people were, and how she wanted to overcome her fear of people to go back.

I also heard her talk about how happy she was to have someone else to talk to and how she wanted to remember if she had friends before she forgot everything.

My heart ached a little.

So, I added one and one again, realizing she got a fever right after I talked to her about our walks. I tried to be as neutral as possible with my words, even though I was expressing my feelings. I didn't need to talk about everything I felt.

She got a fever right after I said I didn't care if she walked with me... I thought about it a bit more, unsure of how I should feel about it. She was so happy with those seemingly insignificant words that I felt bad for saying them, but I wasn't lying; I was just omitting the fact that I wanted her to walk with me every day.

It was more pleasant when I could talk to her about Sora than sitting in silence, especially when all I could think about were the last three years of my life.

I felt a twinge in my chest again. I wanted to help her not be nervous around new people so she could go to the city again.

She recovered quickly, but I asked Wolf not to give her too heavy tasks for the next few days to make sure her body didn't strain too much and worsen again. The old man looked at me with that smirk again but said it was okay as long as someone compensated for her absence on the farm.

However, it didn't take more than a day for her to insist on going back to the farm, but I opposed her decision.

"Come on, Law, if she says she's fine, she's fine!" Wolf agreed with her, and she pounded both fists on the table, making the utensils jump.

I narrowed my eyes, furrowing my brows in anger at her stubbornness. "Can't you listen to a doctor?! You need to take it easy for a few more days!"

"I don't know, I've never been to a doctor!" She replied mockingly, sticking out her tongue.

When I started to explain why it was important for her to listen to me and how a doctor knew what was best for her, as doctors studied human nature to ensure everyone stayed healthy, she hit me with a pea on my brow using the spoon as a catapult.

"Human nature my ass", she grumbled. "I'm going back to the farm tomorrow, and you can shut up!" I looked at Wolf, and she had clearly learned to speak that way with him.

The old man just laughed at the half-squashed pea on my face, giving her a high-five as if he was proud of her accuracy. I looked to the side, seeing how Bepo observed the chaos in front of him with shining eyes while chewing his dinner, fascinated by how the two of them had simply decided to make fun of me.

Despite the anger, I felt welcomed in that mess. In addition to a safe place to sleep and hot food, it was a home where I could feel the warmth of interactions and feel welcome, even with a pea on my eyebrow. At the end of the day, things weren't so bad; I shared the same fascination as the little polar bear by my side, even if on different levels.

And I demonstrated that by hitting her back with another pea.

When the two of us started a small pea war, Wolf intervened, talking about the work it took to plant all those peas, until I hit him with one.

"You know what? Fuck it."

From there on, dinner turned into a small grain war, with teams divided by the side of the table where we were sitting. Poor Bepo, he could never hit anyone and always got hit because he couldn't dodge, ending up with peas stuck in his fur.

The war ended when we ran out of peas and the floor was dirty.

"All right", Wolf said, getting up and taking his plate to the kitchen. "You kids clean this up; you started it."

"But... What about me?" Bepo furrowed his brow, looking at Wolf with a cute expression.

"Argh, look at that..." Bepo's eyes practically shone, and I pursed my lips at the sight. "You're free too, go to your room."

"Hey, that's not fair!" The girl said, incredulous.

"Nobody told you to start this", Wolf replied. Bepo was already putting his plate in the kitchen.

"But you encouraged it", I retorted, reminding him of when he gave her a high-five. I felt confident with my argument, only for him to respond with: "Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my footsteps", and then he went up the stairs.

This old bastard, sometimes I wonder if this 'give and take' thing is just a fancy way of saying 'child labor.' But still, I collected the peas and put them in my palm, making a scoop.

"Hey... Don't you think it's strange that I don't have a name?" She asked me after a few minutes of silence. Wolf and Bepo must have been in their respective rooms.

I furrowed my brow, not understanding the reason for the question. I had never really thought about it after Wolf explained everything to me. At this point, I should be used to it. "Does it bother you?"

She shrugged. "A little, I guess", she continued collecting peas but throwing them back into the plate. "I mean, all of you have names, and I'm just... 'the girl'", she mumbled.

"Well, look on the bright side... If you don't remember your name, you can choose one", she pouted.

"Yeah, I've thought about picking a name for myself, since I don't think I'll ever get my memories back", she mumbled again, and I perked up, her words piquing my medical interest. "But it seems hard to choose a name for myself, you know, I want something cool."

"You said you went to the doctor when you arrived, right?" I asked, now curious about her memory loss.

"I can't remember, Wolf said when he found me, he took me to a doctor in Pleasure Town, but I don't remember that, I was probably asleep, I think", she paused, looking at me with curiosity. "Why?"

I smiled at her choice of words. Asleep. It had to have been something more than a simple nap to erase her memories. "Do you know what the doctor said?"

She raised an eyebrow, probably finding my sudden interest in this strange. "Oh... I don't know", she scratched her head. "He said that... Hah, He said that the doctor said my memories would come back eventually, but Wolf didn't tell me anything about dates or stuff like that", I sighed, watching her as she spoke. "I've been here for about three months, I think, and I still haven't remembered anything."

Unintentionally, I squeezed the peas in my hand, crushing them a little, and then returned them to the plate and wiped my hand, scraping off the remaining peas. It was a bit sad, actually. Waking up in a strange place without knowing who you were must have been quite distressing.

So far, all we knew was that she must be from another island. No one in Pleasure Town recognized her when Wolf took her there, and that was the only nearby town where he found her.

"But I don't want to be onnanoko either, you know... Even if I don't have memories, I'm still someone, right?" She asked me as if seeking some kind of validation.

My medical curiosity gave way to the same feeling I had when I heard her talking to Bepo. I nodded, and it seemed to be enough as she smiled.

"Would you choose a different name if you could?" The question sounded almost rhetorical, but I pondered for a while as I took the dishes to the kitchen, with the dinner table now pea-free.

My name was still a mystery to me. "D." This reminded me of Corazón and all his efforts to save me because I had that name, but apparently, it was a curse, as I was the "natural enemy of God." If I changed my name, would things be different?

If I changed my name, would Corazón have saved me?

"I don't know", I replied, stacking the dishes in the sink.

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MEDIC! - 3rd Part (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! Since it is my birthday I will treat you all to two parts to the next story. I know I'm very nice! Just a warning the story turns a bit when they head into Bastogne, like it does in the show. So it's less cutesy and more depressing ): It can't be helped Bastogne is brutal! I will try and get some cute fluffy moments in with all the depressing stuff. I will put some trigger warnings on the story when it's starts getting a bit hectic, cause don't we love putting the OC through some trials and tribulations hehe.

Disclaimer: No disrespect to the real men of WW2, this is based off the actors protrayal from HBO.

The sound of talking wakes me from my slumber, I raise my sleepy head, I’m in a field. I’m in a field? I bolt upright gathering my bearings. So it wasn’t a dream. I sigh moving to get up. Bull walks towards me, “Darlin’ good morning!” a boyish grin appears on his face. God these men are so young, I forget how young they were when they sent them away. A smile reaches my lips. 

“Did I sleep in?” I ask looking around, everyone else seems to be awake. 

“No, but we are moving out soon, stick with me today since it’s your first time on the front, I’ll tell you what you need to do.” Bull’s tone shifts to being more serious. 

“I understand.” my stomach twists, I don't know if I am ready for this but there is no way to avoid it.      

We sit on the tanks as they roll down the road. I sit beside Bull, my stomach turns, I refused breakfast this morning when I was offered, just sticking to water.

“So where are you from?” I hear from behind me. I turn to find who spoke, a man with kind eyes smiles up at me. 

“I’m from Massachusetts, born and raised. How about you?” I reply, shifting to sit so I am facing the man. 

“I’m from Oregon, also born and raised.” He smiles, “I’m sorry I am terrible at names.” he says grinning. 

“Emily Lane,” I extend my hand, “and you?” 

“Donald Malarkey, call me Malark.” he takes my hand in his, his grip firm he shakes my hand. 

“Nice to meet you Malark.” I smile at him. 

“You nervous?” he asks. 

“Yes, I haven’t been on the front before. Bull said he would help me for my first time.” he nods in understanding. 

“We were all nervous on our first jump, don’t let these men tell you any different.” I smile at him, grateful for someone to speak to, to help distract me from the upcoming events. 

After a couple of hours of driving I had made friends with Malarkey and his friends Skip and Penkala. They share stories from their childhood and the most recent assaults they went through.  

The tanks stall to a halt, a soldier walks in front of the tanks looking through binoculars.

“Lieutenant!” Yells Bull from in front of me. The man turns to look at Bull. 

“Sniper!” someone else yells from the tanks.

A bang sounds from afar, the man in the road drops to his knees, collapsing to the ground. Before my brain can process what is happening, everyone is moving. I look around spotting another tank rushing down the road intercepting the path we are taking. My legs work before I know what I am doing, I surge towards the man lying on the ground. A firm hand grabs my arms yanking me back midstep. 

“NO LANE.” Bull yells pushing me behind the tanks, “GET WITH WINTERS!” 

“But…” I say. 

“NOW! MOVE!” Bull points back towards where Winters and Nixon watch from the trucks, with the backup soldiers. I move ducking for cover from fire. I slide down into the ditch on the side of the road moving in the opposite direction from the rest of the men. A couple of yards down the street Winters and Nixon watch, I clamber out of the ditch. 

“Emily over here.” He calls waving me over. I rise to my feet, following his command. 

“Wait here, you can treat the men that Gene sends back.” He says not taking his eyes off the fighting in front of us. I flinch and jump at every firing gun and tank. My heart leaps into my throat everytime a sound rings out. My breathing is ragged like I have run a marathon, I can feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I watch the fight in front of me, the men charging forward into the town. The fight becomes distant, still hearing the yelling and firing but not being able to see exactly what is going on.

“MEDIC, MEDIC.” I hear being called from the ditch by the road, I look around for the medic that was with me earlier, but he has disappeared. My heart pounds in my ears, I start running to the ditch, sliding down into it. 

“Lane, where are you going?” Winters call for me. 

“They are calling for a medic, I need to go Sir!” I yell back, not waiting for his response. I move. 

I keep low to the ground, crouching as I run in the ditch. Men run past me in the ditch and on the street, “fall back.” I hear in the distance, it seems this operation isn’t going to plan. 

I find Malarkey and another man I don’t recognise covering fire, I step over Malarkey as I approach First Lieutenant Compton who is lying on the floor. I bend down scanning his body for injuries, my eyes landing on blood. Four bloody spots soak into Buck pants, entry and exit wounds. I bend down putting compression on the injuries, “Hey Doc,” the Lieutenant mumbles. 

“Lieutenant, it's Lane. It’s gone right through Buck.” I say packing the wounds with gauze to slow the bleeding. “Side to side, both cheeks” I yell over the booming, flinching and ducking at the sounds. An explosion goes off nearby showering us in dirt and debris as the ground rumbles beneath us. 

“Malarkey, get ‘em out of here, go” yells Buck, wincing in pain. 

“What?!” Malarkey exclaims. 

“Just…leave me here for the Germans, ok?” he begs. 

“What?! Are you nuts?” Malarkey answers confused. 

“We can carry you.” I yell over all the noise. 

“You kidding me! I weigh more than both of you two combined.” Buck grunts.

“I’m stronger than I look.” I say glancing over to Malarkey, who nods his head back at me silently agreeing to help pull Buck back to safety.

“Come on!” Malarkey jumps up from his crouched position. The other man who was covering fire also aids us to get Buck back to safety. Malarkey disappears over to the barn that is nearby, I continue to tend to Buck’s wounds as Malarkey reappears with a broken piece of panelling of the barn wall to help rest Buck on. We put him on the panel on his front, lifting the wood, together we drag him back to safety. 

Other soldiers gather into the trucks. We manage to haul Buck on the floor of the truck still on the wood slab. I climb the side as Lip helps me in, “Come on, up you go.” 

“One bullet, four holes.” I hear Guarnere tell Lip. 

“Yeah! It’s almost a miracle.” Says Lip, slapping Buck’s foot. 

I sit next to Malarkey in the truck, keeping an eye on Buck. Gene climbs in next to me. “You good?” He asks. I nod, not trusting my voice not to break if I answer. The trucks begin to go back down the road the way we came from earlier. We retreat. Operation Market Garden did not go to plan. 

We make it back to the camp we were in previously by dusk. After helping Gene with all of the injured I was told to go rest. I walk around looking for a familiar figure, but the tall broad man is nowhere to be found. 

“Excuse me?” I ask a soldier sitting on the ground, I recognise him as Hoobs. He looks up at me while chewing.

“Can I help you?” Hoobs replies firmly. 

“Have you seen Bull?” I implore. 

“They can’t find him, he didn’t come back with the rest of us.” he says curtly. 

“What?” my heart sinks. 

“If there ain’t no body, then there ain’t nobody fucking dead” Guarnere chimes in. “Understand me?” Not only addressing me but the other men with solemn faces sitting on the ground.

Hoobs stands, “I’m going to look for him.” he states. 

Guarnere rises as well, “not by yourself you’re not. I’ll go with you, let me go get some ammo.” Guarnere starts to walk away, when the group around Hoobs stands with him, I hear a couple of me too’s from the men. 

“Alright, go get him.” Guarnere replies. I stand, “I can come too.” I say to Hoobs.

“That’s nice of you Doll, but you need to be here. But we will bring him back.” Hoobs nods, patting my shoulder as he moves to gather his gear. I watch the men gather their things and start heading back to where Operation Market Garden took place.  

I sit by myself picking at the grass, every scenario is running through my head of what could’ve happened to Bull. Rumbling sounds I stand looking at where the noise came from. The town that we were in previously is on fire as bombs are dropped from planes overhead. My heart crumples, a wave of realisation finally hits me. I am here in 1944, and possibly the only way I can get back to my own time is currently being burned to the ground and the one person I trusted and had started to care for is missing in action and could potentially be dead. I sink to my knees, a choked sob leaves my mouth as tears stream down my face. What I saw today is just the beginning, I was on autopilot the whole time, I didn’t even get to process what was happening. I bring my knees to my chest burying my face in them, rocking from side to side to soothe myself. I sob quietly trying not to bring attention to my situation. Caught up in my emotions I don’t hear the quiet footsteps of the person who sits beside me. They sit close enough for our hips to press together, I don’t bother looking up, too embarrassed of the state I am in. The person sitting beside me doesn’t utter a word, but their hand lands on the middle of my back rubbing small comforting circles. The action makes me cry harder, blubbering into my knees. The hand runs up my back to my shoulder pulling me into their chest. Letting my knees fall down, I use their neck to bury my face in to muffle the sobs. The hand moves, continuing the gentle motions. After a while my cries subside into sniffles, the weight of the day bearing down and exhaustion setting into my bones, I close my eyes and drift away. 

I awake, my head pounding from the hours of sobbing I did last night. My eyes feel like they are swollen shut and it hurts to blink. I squint unsure of my surroundings, I am not laying out in the open field. A green roof is over my head. Confused, I look around to gather my bearings.  I am sleeping in the same tent I treated Winters wound in, however the table that sat in the room is now gone, leaving enough room for three people to sleep. I sit up glancing around, I am alone in the tent. I throw the blanket off my body and go to leave, just at that moment Captain Nixon saunters in through the tent flaps. 

“You’re awake.” He says with a toothy grin. I glance down at his hands, he holds two cups of steaming liquid. “Coffee?” He extends a cup in my direction. I smile sheepishly, taking it from him, sipping the liquid. Not the best coffee ever, but for right now it is.  

“Thank you Captain.” I smile gratefully at him. 

“Aw, please call me Nix.” he says, sipping from his own cup. 

“How did I get into the tent?” I ask looking around. 

“Well you were in a bit of a state last night, so I brought you in.” He chuckles. 

My brain clicks, Nixon was the one last night who sat with me, who rubbed gentle circles on my back to soothe me. I blush embarrassed he caught on to my breakdown. No wonder he is the intelligence officer, I don’t think anyone else would’ve noticed.

“Well thank you, but also sorry you had to see that.” I say rubbing the back of my neck, cringing internally. 

“It was a hard day for everyone, but I know it was the first time you had been on the front. It creeps up on you, you know. I understand that at a point it becomes too much, and you just have to let it all out, it’s healthy.” He says in an empathetic manner, his eyes kind and caring. 

I go to answer when I hear the lively chatter outside get louder. We both turn our heads to the exit of the tent. I follow Nixon out and watch a car pull up into the field. “Bull!” Johnny yells. There in the front seat looking a bit worse for wear is Bull. My heart leaps, I hastily hand my coffee to Nixon rushing over to the truck. A crowd of men get there before me, I stand on my tiptoes to see over all of their heads. I can barely make out Bull as people gather around the man giving handshakes and hugs. I watch him speak to Hoobs and the men who set out last night to go get him. They chat smiling and grinning at each other, Bull concludes the conversation walking away talking to Johnny and Guarnere. Bull smokes a cigar, laughing at Johnny and Guarnere arguing as they walk towards me. I stand in one spot watching them walk past, a stupid grin plastered on my face, as Bull walks past he double takes. A smile spreads across his face as he notices me. 

“Darlin’” he breaks from the group, rushing towards me. I smile and hold my arms wide. Bull reaches me, swooping his arms under mine, he picks me up into a bear hug. I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. After a moment he lowers me to the ground stepping back to talk to me. 

I open my mouth to talk when I am cut off. “She has been crying her eyes out all night ‘cause of you Bull.” Nixon jokingly scolds the Sergeant as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I scoff, elbowing him in the ribs. He groans pretending to be injured. 

“Oh stop being a baby.” I roll my eyes laughing. Nixon grins happy with my reaction. 

“Oh, did I scare you Emily.” Bull pouts in a mocking baby voice, stepping forward to pin me under his arm putting me in a headlock. 

“Hey!” I yell, fighting off Bull who is giving me a gentle noogie. Bull lets me free from his hold letting me stand. 

“But seriously are you ok?” I sober, concerned for the man’s wellbeing.  

“A few cuts and bruises but I’ll manage.” Bulls give me a smaller smile. I know something must've happened but don’t push him for an explanation.   

Before we can continue the conversation Lip’s voice echoes across the crowd. “Alright, mount up. Hup. Hup. Let’s move out.”  

“Grab your gear, let's go!” another man standing on the tank next to Lip yells. 

The platoon leaders call out for the groups to get moving, everyone moves following orders. 

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Chapter 4