#just say you want to rail the pretty boy like everyone else girl

[zappedbyzabka]

I understand all the men that can’t keep their hands and arms away from Johnny’s throat

[elllisaaa]

hi can u write bf hueningkai too please?

BF!KAI who, despite all the time you had spent together, is still shy around you sometimes, and is still absolutely smitten by your beauty.

kai is still hit by the realization that you're really his girlfriend sometimes, because how can someone as pretty and perfect and kind as you love him ? he doesn't know what he did in his past life to deserve that, but he's glad he got to wake up by your side every morning. that also means that he will never stop reminding you that he loves you : he needs to tell you at least five times a day, to cuddle and kiss as much as he can. sometimes he's even worried about smothering you with his affection a little too much, but you always make sure to remind him that you love him too. the smile on his face and faint blush on his cheeks when you whisper that you love him in between kisses may be the most effective way to fluster your boyfriend. that also means that kai is constantly complimenting and praising you. whenever you show him your outfits, he never fails to show you he appreciates them and the genuine smile on his face as he looks at you makes your heart melt.

"you're so gorgeous baby, how are you even real ?"

usually, when kai is a little down, he prefers to be away from everyone else until it gets better. but since he met you, the only thing he need and seek when he had a bad day is the comfort of your embrace. he's not afraid to cry in front of you, and the fact that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable with you only strenghtened how much you care for him. he doesn't like it when his members are treating him like a baby or teasing him about that, but when it's you, he doesn't mind and he even likes it. but kai also wants to look dependable, and for you to not be afraid to come to him when you need something. and when you actually do - often to ask him to help you reach something on the higher shelves - he feels all giddy inside. but that doesn't stop him from teasing you and asking for a kiss in exchange for his service. also the type to hold things out of your reach and ask you to kiss him if you want it back with a smug smile, and then get shy about it once you do it.

"i won't give it back unless you give me a kiss." - "you asked for this kiss baby, don't get shy on me now." - "i'm not ! you lips are just really soft…"

kai doesn't really like to share his plushies collection, especially with his members because he's sure they would lose them. however, when you asked him to borrow one to keep you company while he was away on tour, he couldn't say no to your cute face, pouty lips and pleading, puppy eyes. he's incredibly weak for you. you only need to say "please" and be cute, and he'll cave in very easily. another thing about your boyfriend he's that he wants to see you always well fed and hydrated. so whenever you tell you didn't eat, he will buy food for you. there's no question about who pays when the two of you go out as it's always him. he feels so lucky to have an incredible girlfriend like you, he obviously has to spoil you. sometimes you don't know how to feel about all the gifts he's giving you, but he always insists that he's doing it because he loves you and because you deserve to be treated like the queen you are. his members are always making fun of him for being such a simp for you, but kai couldn't care less, he's proud of it even because every girl should be treated like this and especially you. and everytime he defends you in front of them, you can't help the smile taking over your face.

"you're all just jealous 'cause you are bitchless and i got the prettiest girl all for me."

BF!KAI who is treating you exactly the same way in the bedroom, putting your pleasure above his and everything else. your wishes are his commands.

nothing is too much for his girl, so kai is willing to do everything you want. want him to rail you into next week ? no problem. want him to be your good boy ? of course. however, and even if he's a little ashamed to admit it, he cums twice as fast when he's subbing. the way your voice deepens whenever you take the lead and ask him to jerk off in front of you before he can have your pussy turn him on quickly, getting hard in his pants every time you get more assertive, even when it's not directed to him. you could be scolding the waiter for messing up your order three times and he'll be watching you with lust in his eyes, squirming in his seat and dying to let you use his body and take your frustration out on him when you get back home at night. as much as you can be mean to him, he's nothing but good to you : only talking when he's allowed to, never breaking your rules, keeping his hands for himself when you ask him to. he wants to deserve your praises, to have to work for them. and he'll do absolutely anything for that. he'll eat you out to no end, and if he could die in between your thighs, he would be a happy man. he's also willing to beg, they come out of his mouth so easily it's almost pathetic.

"please baby, please let me taste your pretty cunt, i need it…" - "have you been a good boy hyuka ?" - "yes, yes, i didn't touch myself all week, i waited for you, i promise, please i need you so bad."

the thing that drives kai the most crazy is when you're wearing high socks paired up with a cute little skirt. if you want him to pop a boner on the spot, that's the perfect way to rail him up. whenever you put on a skirt to go out with him, he has to physically restrain himself from fucking you before getting out of the car. because the way the material is rising up whenever you want to get something on the higher shelves of the store you're in is almost giving him a peek of your ass. and of course he's gonna slide behind you to hide the view to everyone else, but you can feel his hot breath against your neck, and his semi hard-on pressing against the small of your back. these little hangouts always end up with some good sex in his car, windows fogged up for the way he has you bouncing on his dick, filling you up with his cum. kai can be a little perv sometimes, and he will have no shame stealing your high socks and panties when he has to go on tour, sniffling the tissue and jerking off while imagining it's you with him right now. he'll send you pics of the evidence of his crimes too, because if he's suffering, you have to suffer too.

"i wish you were there baby, wish it was your little cunt squeezing my dick, fuck ! i miss you so bad, need to ruin you…"

and i personaly think that kai would be easily jealous, but not in a toxic way, in a way that makes him crave to show everyone that he's yours, because he knows that you're fucking gorgeous and that anyone would want to have a chance with you. but you're his. and he's yours. and he needs to show you off. when he gets possessive like that, he's letting you know because he's getting so touchy and clingy, kissing you and letting his hands wander in some inapropriate places sometimes. the sex after that is really good, letting you know how pretty you are and reminding you that you belong to him through and through. besides, even if he doesn't mind you calling him baby, when his members are treating him like that, he despise it. whenever he gets frustrated like that, he needs to assert dominance and he fucks you rough at the dorm - head pushed down in to the pillow, pounding into you from behind, your whines echoing in his rooms and letting know all his hyungs how good he's fucking you. in these kinds of moment, his size kink drives him mad, seeing how easily he's able to throw you around without even trying. and the way you're crying his name from him calling you a desperate slut fuels his ego so much.

"you're clenching around me so tight baby, you love knowing they can all hear you, right ? yeah, i know you do. fucking slut going dumb for my big cock, uh ?"

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Hiiiii! I love your clarisse stuff!!!! Can you pleaseeee do a fic where Clarisse says something mean to R and they get upset so Clarisse goes to comfort them!!! You’re free to make it your own. i love your writingggg!

- don’t say I’m to much -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Girly! Reader

An - guys send me more clarisse FIC ideas but also request Abby to pretty please

An Pt 2 - this lowkey sucked ass bc I was distracted while writing it but yall will live

Sitting by the bonfire, Clarisse beside and the comforting atmosphere brought you a sense of comfort. Clarisses Hands found themselves under your tanktop, rubbing the small of your back as you continued to sing with everyone else.

“What are You doing” You giggled once the song ended, looking up at clarisse with a dumb smile. “I’m keeping my hands warm”

“There’s a fire right there”

“This was is warmer though”

Laughing some you tilted your head up just to give her a kiss. Most nights clarisse wasn’t this clingy but on a special occasions she preferred to have you close to her.

After a few moment you had noticed a long forgotten face across the fire. One of your first friends at camp was a son of Hermes names Logan “Oh my gods Logan!” You excitedly yelled.

Giving a kiss goodbye to clarisse you quickly ran to the blonde tackling him in a hug. Clasisse knew you were close with the son of hermes but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

Watching during your conversation with him, his hands rubbed your waist and hips which rubbed her the wrong way. What finally set her off however was the sheer audacity this man had to slide his hands under your shirt but to also peek at your showing cleavage.

Without realizing it clarisse got up and walked towards where you two stood— away from the fire.

“Oh! This is my girlfriend clarisse” You happily introduced the girl, quickly being cut off though as she decked him in the nose making the boy fall over, blood dripping down his face.

Standing in shock you turn led to clarisse yelling at her “what is wrong with you!”

“He was being a creep am I not allowed to defend you anymore” she scoffed trying to play off the entire situation.

The campers around the fire went quiet, turning to watch what had just happened. The Apollo and a few hermes kids ran over worried.

Watching as they helped the boy to the infirmary clarisse tried to grab your arm only for you to push her off of you and walk away. “Babe wait!” Clarisse yelled after you.

Once at your cabin you stumbled to open the door giving clarisse just enough time to catch up. “What’s wrong”

“What’s wrong?! Your seriously asking me what’s wrong? Clarisse you just decked my best friend!” You spoke louder than you should of.

“Well excuse me for protecting my girlfriend from a Fucking Creep”

“He’s not a creep!” Both of you yelling at each-other to the point that your voice had broke. “I don’t need you to beat the shit out of ever guy who looks at me wrong”

“Well maybe if you didn’t dress like a fucking slut all the time then I wouldn’t have to.!”

Clarizse knew she had fucked up as soon as she said it. “Wait pl—“ you finally managed yo get the door open, slamming it in her face.

In her cabin That Night all of her siblings knew to just leave her alone, especially with a few new holes in the wall none of them wanted to face her anger.

——

You couldn’t sleep. The thought of clarisse calling you a slut replayed constantly. Did she really think that low of you..

Shaking that thought out of your mind you went upstairs. Going to the balcony all you wanted right now was some fresh air. However what. You didn’t expect to see was clarisse lifting herself up and over the wooden railing. You both made awkward eyecontact

Crossing your arms you looked her up and down. “Go”

“Wait please” clarisse grunted finally getting over the railing and walking towards you, grabbing your arm she turned you around. “Please just five minutes, no arguing no yelling… Ill just talk, I won’t say something that I’ll regret please I’m just asking for five minutes.” Her tone breathless most likely from the climb up

Being with clarisse for as long as you’ve been not once have you seen her act this vulnerable.. nodding your head slowly you relaxed letting clarisse speak. “Im sorry.. im so so sorry… your not a slut I should of never yelled that to you I just, I got mad.. Logan had his hands under your shirt and he was blatantly looking at your cleavage and it’s not that I don’t like you wearing revealing clothes I do I just..I don’t like seeing people taking advantage of you”

It was quiet at first. Clarisse letting out a deep breath, only to be met with you kissing her lightly. “Next time.. you feel like that, don’t deck someone in the nose maybe talk to me about it and use your words not actions”

“Yeah.. Yeah” she mumbled, kissing her once again. “I’m still mad at you though”

“I know”

“Good” You remained neutral but led her inside.

You both laid down on your bunk, laying close in clarisses arms you were finally able to fall asleep. Were you going to have a talk about it in the morning, probably. But right now you didn’t care about that all you cared about was Her.

[jjsbaby]

thought abt frat boy jj and started giggling so here

you didn’t even like frat parties. you would much rather go to a bar if you wanted to be hit on by annoying strangers. when sarah came to you about going to some party at her boyfriends frat house, you weren’t exactly excited. unfortunately, she is an impossible person to say no to especially when she has kiara’s help. so here you are, sitting on a couch that you don’t even wanna think about where it’s been. sarah’s run off with her boyfriend and kiara is playing her ukulele in the backyard while you’re stuck next to a couple that are moments away from undressing each other right in front of everyone.

“you sure you wanna stay right there? they look like they might try to pull you in.” you turn towards the voice and see a blonde with a backwards cap on, grinning at you. “there’s not many options here.” you deadpan, sipping your drink before grimacing. slightly warm beer has literally never been good. “we could definitely find one and your current option isn’t the best either.” he chuckles, raising his drink at you before walking away.

you decide he’s right and follow him, walking into the kitchen after him. “let’s find one then.” you take another sip before giving up and dumping it into the sink. he turns to you while watching your actions. “do you want something else?” he asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow. you shake your head, realizing that’s he’s kind of..pretty? “ight lets go then.” he lets you go in front of him, following you through the crowded space. he places his hands on your hips, leading you towards the back door with the lightest touch. “it’s always better outside.” he leans forward and whispers in your ear. you shiver, convincing yourself it’s from the sudden chill and not just the sound of his voice so close to your ear.

you spot a free bench on the patio and head towards it. “so do you just escort people around here?” you ask, tilting your head towards him with a grin. he leans on the railing in front of the bench, looking down at you. “when it’s a pretty girl, hell yeah.” he grins, winking at you before finishing his drink and placing it behind him on the railing. you feel yourself getting slightly nervous and pray it’s not obvious. “you’re kind of a flirt.” you point out, leaning forward and looking up into his eyes. “haven’t even laid out my best stuff sweetheart.” he’s better at this than you are, that much is obvious. “then do it, unless you’re scared.” you tease him, leaning back against the bench.

he gets closer to you, placing his hands on your lower thigh. “you sure about that, princess?” he asks huskily, leaning in close to your face. you nod, staring at his lips. you don’t know when your brain flipped, whether it was the alcohol or the fact that he was extremely attractive, but you needed him. you lean into him, connecting your lips quickly. he immediately uses one hand to cup your face, taking control. you feel him nip at your bottom lip, causing you to whine into the kiss. he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own.

his hand starts to slide up your leg, massaging the inside of your thigh. he leans back, grinning at you as you chase after his lips. “what?” he teases cockily, running a thumb over your bottom lip. “can’t get enough already princess?” your breath hitches, avoiding eye contact with him. “not even. doing just fine.” you whisper, resisting the urge to lean in again. you squeeze your thighs together, trying to contain the growing warmth between your thighs. “uh huh, just fine. that’s why you’re all over me huh?” he teases, inching his hand further up your legs. you open them slightly, allowing him to run his fingers along your underwear. “yo jj, we need your help with some shit- oh shit! sorry.” you turn quickly as he slides his hand back onto your knee. you see john b and sarah watching you guys, sarah smirking at you and john b awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “yeah coming.” he grunts, looking back at you apologetically. he walks off with john b, leaving sarah smirking at you. “you have so much explaining to do.”

[multifandomslxt]

NCT 127 AND PLACES THEY WOULD FUCK YOU

(just so yk this is dirty asf and inspired by my moot @neoculturecollectives)

Taeyong

On a High rise balcony

I said what I said

He likes to show off his pretty things

and that is exactly what you are

OMGGGGGG

If someone happened to see you both...

"Be a good girl and show them just how much you love my cock"

HE WOULD WANT YOU TO BE LOUD

And the toys he would use???

pleaseeeeeeeeee

the vibrator that he's been fucking into you for the past 3 minutes???

and you better not cum bitch

NOT WITHOUT HIS MF PERMISSION

Makes you spread your legs wide so

"Everyone can look but they will never be able to touch"

MAKES YOU SQUIRT OVER THE RAILING!!!

a stranger probably thought it was raining or something

Johnny

The dark VIP section of a very much alive nightclub.

Let's get one thing straight

YOU WILL BE ON HIS LAP!

He wouldn't try to be discreet

If you're gonna ride him

Ride him properly babe

or else he’ll take matters into his own hands

and bend you over the table and fuck you

And yk we've discussed this

He's 100% fucking a baby into you

When he cums

he's cumming hard

so hard that it actually starts to run out of you

uses his tip to push it back into you

then slaps his tip on your clit and laughs as you tremble

ALSO

YOU WILL BE GIVING HIM A BLOWJOB!!!!

as I said earlier

he will not be discreet

"The men over there a touching themselves so go ahead and give them a show sugar plum"

Yuta

In the dressing room at one of his concerts specifically 5 minutes before he has to go on

It may seem like a short time

because it is

but It's Yuta Nakamoto we're talking about

He's making it work

Fuck a condom (Ya'll better wear protection and don't play with me)

He's going in rawwwwww

I'm sorry but

no foreplay

he ain't got the time for that

the most you'll get is a slap on both your tits

and him roughly palming you

then he forces himself inside of you

one word

BEAST

THIS AIN'T ABOUT YOU!

understand that this is one of the rare times

where he doesn't care if you cum or not

once he's done

HE'S DONE!

"This pussy is mine so I'll use it how I please."

Doyoung

IN A CHURCH!!!!!!

Everyone say thank you ANDYYYY

@neoculturecollectives this is because of you (yall go look at her blog rn and you'll see what I'm talking about)

IM SO SORRY BUT...

Doyoung would fuck you in the bathroom while the sermon is going on 😭😭

He would also fuck you at the back of the bus on the way to the annual church picnic

DARE I SAYYYY

RIigth after bible study toooo

And this ain't no regular fuck

THIS IS THE P0RNST4R TYPE OF FUCKINGGGG

spit would be everywhereeee

leaving the bathroom with a white stain on your brand-new church dress...girrrlllllll

The smirk he would give you knowing he did that

and he'll do it again

The same fingers he uses to skip the pages of the Bible

are the same fingers that were inside of you a couple of minutes ago

Made you squirt all over the bathroom mirror

"We'll ask for forgiveness after but right now, this will be our dirty little secret okay?"

Jaehyun

In a crowded elevator

Jaehyun has class and etiquette I swear.

But when your ass is rubbing against his cock in a crowded elevator

He's...tempted

doesn't matter what type of bottoms you're wearing

he's finding a way to fuck you lmaooo

slow and steady because unlike Johnny

he'd try to be discreet

pretends to adjust himself but in reality

he's just trying to thrust a bit deeper without making it obvious

he cums messily babessss

his hips would start to buck

beads of sweat would be all over his forehead

would let out a low groan.

even when you get to your floor he's staying on until everybody leaves

fucks you while looking into the elevator camera

I SAID WHAT I SAID.

"Such a dirty and classless slut you are"

Jungwoo

On a hiking trail when it's most active

like animals

yall are fucking in the nearby bushes

He uses a condom

he's a good boy

but he's also fucking you on the bark of a tree

so...

don't worry though

I promise he makes it worthwhile

Loves to use his fingers

when he sees someone coming

he'll use one hand to cover your mouth

and the other to finger the daylights outta you babeeeeee

USES HIS LEG TO MAKE SURE BOTH OF YOURS STAY OPEN

note: he doesn't care if you came 100 times

you are doing that shit again

also

DOGGY STYLE!!!!

like actual animals

"Just one more time. Come on baby show me how far you can go."

Mark

In the practice room while he's on a 10-minute break

First of all

Baby is frustrated as hell

and also in a rush

Trust me when I say

HE'S PUTTING THOSE BIG ASS MIRRORS TO USE!!

oh hell yessssssss

yall got ten minutes

and he turns you into a damn gymnast

There is a s3x position called

"Seashell"

OH YESSSS

and you better look in that damn mirror

omgggg

makes you watch through the mirror

as his cock slowly sinks into you

in reverse cowgirl position

in less than ten minutes

he makes you squirt all over the mirror

and cums in your panties and tells you to put them back on.

"Don't you fucking dare take your eyes off that mirror"

"Even if my cum is dripping down your legs don't take those panties off "

Haechan

In a supply closet LITERALLY ANYWHERE

A classic hookup place

but when I say ANYWHERE

I mean it could be a Walmart, a school

a church

An office

bitch it doesn't matter

as long as a supply closet is there

he's ready

ALWAYS does it raw (Again, please be smart yall use protection)

Even when he's not in a rush

he fucks like he is

rough

and extremely harsh with his words😭😭

Gets carried away sometimes

and overstimulates you

yall started out standing

but he will fuck you to YOUR KNEES!

don't play with him

Makes sure you're okay when he's finished

and he's ALWAYS the first to walk out of that closet

with a smirk on his face and your panties hanging out of his picket

No, he wouldn't try to be discreet.

"Such a need whore. Practically begging for my cock"

"Aw, are you crying because it's too much? Stupid Slut"

[urrockstar-xe]

bad friend - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 2nd, 2023, 5:19 pm

anon asked: Hello!! Can I request a JJ Maybank x Fem!reader where they are dating with prompt 8. “You know you’re my favorite right?” “I better be” Maybe reader gets into a fight with John B. JJ doesnt really know which side to choose, (between best friend and girlfriend), and reader gets mad/hurt/offended whatever and walks away and JJ follows her

note from xe: strayed a little but I hope you still enjoy it! also this has no actual scene from obx involved I just kind of went with it and sry that jb is kind of a dick.

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“You know what John B? At this point, I don’t give a flying fuck about the gold, I don’t care about being kook rich, I don’t care about Rafe not being in prison and I don’t care about these stupid fucking treasure hunts!” 

Your yelling was warranted, John B had been giving you shit all day about how you just don’t seem to care enough like everyone else. And he was right, because “The gold ruined my fucking life! I have nothing! Nothing John B! This is all I have, this group of people right there is It for me” 

John B scoffed, earning a glare from Kiara as he still wasn’t listening to you. “You know what I think, Y/n? I think that if you really felt that way, you’d care more, right now you’re just being a bad friend” 

“Hey, man-” Pope tried speaking up but you lifted your hand telling him to stop. JJ hadn’t moved from his spot by the railing, and Sarah and Kie were already seated in the boat you were supposed to leave on. 

Sick of fighting for a right to have feelings you began walking away, quietly speaking as you left “Fuck you, Jb.” 

John B rolled his eyes, dropping it and going to the boat. Pope sighed. “Are we gonna at least wait for her?” “Pope, do you want a chance to get to this cross or not?” 

JJ watched as Pope and John B got into the boat with the girls, before looking back in the direction you had just walked in. “Hey, you guys go ahead, we’ll catch up.” 

“JJ, what do you mean-” “Just go without me I’ll meet you guys later!” and with that, he was off. Following the trail, you had just taken. 

It didn’t take him long to catch up with you, it never did. “Hey there, pretty lady,” He said, coming up behind you. You turned to face the boy, now leaning against a similar railing to the one JJ had just been leaning on a few moments prior. 

He smiled at you, not expecting one back but getting a small one in return. “They leave?” you asked softly, your eyes not leaving JJ as he moved to stand beside you. “Yeah,” “without you?” “I’m sure they’ll make do,” JJ joked, nudging you slightly.

You moved your gaze to the floor, wondering what to say next but speaking before figuring it out. “You understand right? Why I’m exhausted? Why I can't keep doing this but do it anyway?” JJ began nodding along but you continued before he could verbally respond. 

“Like why it’d be hard, that doesn’t make me a bad friend, right? I do everything for you guys. I hope he realizes that I hope they all do. I hope you do” As you finished, you looked back up at your boyfriend, seeing the soft look on his face.  

Suddenly JJ threw his arm around your shoulders, grinning at you. You caught the vibe he was throwing your way, he was trying to lighten the mood. You helped, taking the old baseball cap off his head and putting it on your own, smiling at his hat hair.

“You know you’re my favorite right? Like even Pope can’t compete” You scoffed lightheartedly, “Yeah, I better be”

JJ fixed his hair before he stood in front of you, slowly walking backward as he spoke, “Wanna go back to the chateau? Think there’s some beer left in that cooler” You were already following his lead, “It’s probably warm” he shrugged in response, “so we’ll drink it warm”

“What about the cross?” “If they need our help they can just, I don’t know, yell super loud,” You laughed at this, and laughed some more when JJ fist-bumped the air before turning to walk properly and putting his arm around you. 

“So steal John B’s beer?” “Steal John B’s beer”

[laurenairay]

Happy early birthday!!!! Could I request #10 with your choice of Mikko, JT, or Andrei?

- @comphy-and-cozy

As discussed C, we changed this one to prompt 6 – I hope you like it!! It did run away with me a little but here we go anyway.

“Would it be weird if I kissed you?”

Words: 1.2k

*

There were some things that were just undeniable. The sky was blue. Grass was green. Geese were terrifying. Andrei Svechnikov was the most beautiful man you’d ever met.

Since moving to Raleigh for your first job after college, you’d somehow fallen in with a crowd of girls who knew a lot of the younger Hurricanes players, and somehow you’d developed a wonderful friendship with Andrei. Sure, it mostly consisted of sending each other cute dogs photos, easy recipes, late night commentary on shitty reality tv, and stupid memes on low days, but it was a friendship you treasured. And you knew it meant just as much to him, to have that lifeline outside of the team to ground him.

It just made life that little bit harder knowing exactly how attracted you were to him, knowing that all you were to him was a friend. But, you knew first and foremost that you would never want to do anything to damage your growing friendship, so if that meant pushing your feelings down and locking them away, so be it.

Damn him for being so beautiful though, inside and out.

The evening was like any other evening – you had joined your friends at Seth’s house for a ‘casual’ gathering, which ended up with around 30 people drinking and dancing, music pounding in a way that you could only hope wouldn’t get him any noise complaints from neighbours.

Not that you were too concerned with anything outside of the way Andrei was essentially cornering you outside on the deck though, having guided you outside after getting the two of you fresh drinks.

“Much better. Too much noise inside,” Andrei said happily, leaning against the railing with a smile.

“The fresh air is very welcome, thanks,” you mused, taking a sip of your drink.

“Easier to talk to you without people trying to take your attention too,” he grinned.

His cheeky smile almost distracted you from the fact that it was definitely the other way round, people always wanting to talk to him. Almost.

“Pretty sure you’re the popular one here, Svech,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“All eyes were on you,” he said simply, “I don’t care if I’m selfish for not wanting you to notice.”

Okay what the hell?

What was going on with him?

“Is everything okay?” you asked, frowning.

“Yes? Better now that we’re alone, yes?” Andrei nodded, looking just as confused as you felt.

“Well, yeah, you know I like hanging out with you but…”

You trailed off at the hurt look on Andrei’s face, even more confused than before.

“Just hanging out?” he said, brows furrowed.

Okay seriously, what the hell?

Because with what he was implying…no, there’s no way.

“I think you need to tell me what you’re talking about because I don’t want to get our wires crossed here,” you said firmly.

“Wires crossed?”

“Confuse things. Not be on the same page. Not understand the situation the same,” you clarified.

You bit your lip briefly as Andrei nodded at your explanation.

But still he didn’t speak.

“Please, Svech, I can’t read your mind,” you prompted.

And you really didn’t want to get your hopes up even though his words were full of nothing but hope, feeding into your stupid daydreams in a way that you’d never imagined would be happening in real life.

“Andrei,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“Please call me Andrei. Not Svech. Everyone calls me Svech…but you’re special,” he said.

You made a soft pleading sound, needing him to keep talking, needing him to tell you one way or another before your traitorous heart ran away with itself. Andrei took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself, before he moved to look at you properly, blocking your view of anyone else, keeping all your attention on him.

“You’re special to me. And I don’t think you know how much? The boys were saying…”

Oh fuck.

His teammates talked about you? About the two of you?

“…that I haven’t been clear enough, and I didn’t realise. These parties, these gatherings, all the nights out – they wouldn’t be the same for me if you weren’t there.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t they?” you managed to say.

Your head felt like it was spinning, definitely not from the two drinks you’d had but purely because of this man in front of you stealing your breath away with every word.

And Andrei just smiled. “Because you are the only person who makes my heart go crazy. All I want to do is make you smile and hear your laugh and I hate the thought of you flirting with anyone else. So this is me, trying to flirt with you, trying to tell you how I feel.”

Holy shit. Of all the things you thought would happen tonight, this was the last of it. He…liked you? Really liked you? As much as you liked him?

“Tell me. Tell me exactly how you feel,” you said firmly.

Andrei laughed softly, sounding a little relieved if anything, but he nodded.

“I like you, so much. And I’m hoping you like me too? Because otherwise I might have to leave and not come back out of embarrassment,” he said, voice full of hope.

As if you could feel any other way for him.

Hearing those honest and genuine words from him filled you with so much happiness, making you almost giddy with relief that this thing between you wasn’t one-sided after all, and you found yourself smiling widely without being able to stop yourself. Time for you to be brave too.

“I do like you, Svech. Andrei. I just didn’t think you liked me, so I never said anything,” you said softly.

“We wasted so much time,” he said sadly, almost with a whine, making you laugh.

“Well we can make up for that time, no?” you mused.

He nodded, eyes flashing with something that made your heart beat a little faster, before he took a final sip of his drink. Andrei put the bottle down on a nearby table, before stepping towards you. You bit your bottom lip as he took your drink and put it down too, watching in a silent joy as he rested one of his hands on your waist, the touch warm even through your dress.

“Would it be weird if I kissed you?” Andrei murmured.

“It would be weirder if you didn’t after all of that,” you replied, just as softly.

Andrei’s mouth crooked in a smile, dimple in full display, before he raised a hand to cup your face gently. You didn’t mention that you noticed it was trembling slightly, knowing yours weren’t much better, the build up of everything hitting you like a train. How was this real life? How was this not a dream? You certainly weren’t going to complain, especially not as he leant his head down to yours. As he pressed his lips to your lips in a soft kiss, you found yourself clinging to his shirt, oblivious to his teammates watching from inside, even more oblivious to money exchanging hands. The world outside of Andrei and his sweet embrace melted away, and for just a moment you lost yourself in him, just as you’d always imagined.

[froms8nsashes]

The Party

It was unusual but Sam, Taurtis, and Grian all got invited to a party. The one who was throwing the party was Dom because he wanted to show his classmates how cool he was. So, he threw them all out of their house. It was pretty easy with Jerry's help.

There was music, lights, tons of people. While Taurtis and Grian enjoyed the party Sam sulked up in his room because Sookie wasn't there with everyone else from their old school. The brunette didn't like how loud it was, and he hadn't expected to come home to this. Putting a pillow over his head he groaned, trying to do his history homework.

"Does loser boy not like parties?"

"No, I don't. Stop calling me that."

Ridley was out on the balcony, sitting on the ground. Her tail curled beside her and a big grin on her face.

"It's because you've never been to a party."

"I'm the cool kid! I've been to parties!"

"I bet only parties with your mom. Never lets you have girls over."

"I don't party with my mom, and dad encouraged me to bring girls home!" Sam closed his history book, mildly annoyed.

Ridley tilted her head, her grin getting bigger. She stood up and leaned against the back of his desk chair. Watching him from across the room, mischief in her eyes.

"He only encouraged you because no girl would go home with you."

"As if you'd know."

"Kiku doesn't want you." Ridley said.

"So what?"

"So what?" She scoffed. "She's the prettiest girl here! Then again, it obvious she wouldn't like you."

"Shut up!"

"Make me bunny boy." She sneered.

"Alright fine!" Sam stood from his bed, just out of arms reach.

As soon as she could she grabbed his wrist and pinned him against the doorway to the balcony. Their noses almost touching. His face became red very quickly and she laughed, pulling away slightly.

"You thought I would kiss you? Gross."

"...please kiss me." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing? Okay."

"Why are you even up here?" He asked. "Wouldn't you rather enjoy the party, you seem like the rowdy type of person."

"Eh, typically, but today I just need to chill y'know." Ridley shrugged. "I was actually sitting on the fire escape outside but then I saw the balcony."

"You don't like parties, do you?"

"On the contrary my furry friend."

"Friend?" Sam echoed.

"It's just a saying, don't let it get to your head."

"It has a different meaning when you're spending time with me instead of downstairs."

"And it already went to your head..."

She had let him go minutes ago but he hadn't moved from the doorframe. He watched the wind tousle her hair as she leaned against the railing. Without all the excess energy she seemed very calm, and very approachable now.

"...Would you- Would you have kissed me?" He was already tripping over his words.

"Maybe, maybe not. I dunno." She shrugged, staring at someone's garden across the street. "It is really fun teasing you, though." He could hear the smile in her voice.

"I know, I know. It's too easy."

"Yeah! It's like you lose all feeling in your legs and then your knees buckle, it's great."

"Hey."

"It's like you've never been touched your entire life and then suddenly you turn into a ball of nerves."

"Hey! I've been touched before!"

"Now that, that just sounds wrong." She snickered.

"You said it first!"

"Yeah, because I'm making fun of you." She turned around, a shit-eating grin stretched across her face.

"I walked into that..."

"You make it sound like you want me to kiss you."

"I... I don't..."

"Yeah, you don't sound too sure about that."

"I don't." Sam repeated.

"You don't what?"

"Ugh, you're impossible!" He turned back and flopped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillows.

"What? What do you not want?" Ridley was leaning on the doorframe now.

He mumbled something into the pillow and she stepped closer.

"I didn't quite hear you."

He mumbled again, only a hair louder.

"Bunny, you gotta speak up." She was leaning over him now.

He mumbled something again and flipped over, his face was the color of a tomato and his eyes were the size of saucers. She only stared down at him, just as surprised as he was.

Then Taurtis opened the door.

"Oh my gord! Grian! Grian! Sam is making out with a girl!" He was heard running down the stairs yelling to his friend.

"It's your fault." She scoffed.

"You're the one who couldn't hear me!"

"I don't have stupid sonic hearing!"

It's safe the say they argued for the duration of the party. Even when their friends were watching to catch another out of context moment.

[skyteller143]

TILL DEATH DO US PART (2) •C.STURNIOLO

PARTS: 1 / 3

warnings: alcohol, swearing (i think that’s it if there’s more comment and i’ll add it)

authors note: sorry for leaving y’all i’ve been busy but here’s part 2 finally!

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It’s been a week since school started and it’s been hell. everyday in first period i have to sit next to Chris sturniolo.

he’s so annoying, with his stupid hair and his stupid laugh. Just everything about his annoys me.

“you’re quiet today” i say to the boy next to me who has his head rested on the desk. “you alright?” i ask him, it was out of genuine concern for his well-being. “Ugh can you shut up for five seconds i’ve got a pounding headache, i was at a party last night cause i actually have friends” he scoffs before turning the other way. “what the fuck i was being nice for once you prick” i roll my eyes, he just looks at me and mimes him zipping his lips and throwing away a key.

-

“he’s such an asshole.” i groan and look at ivy, who is doing her makeup at her vanity. “he’s actually not” she shrugs. “how would you know you’ve never met him” i raise my eyebrows at her. “yes i have, he’s literally my locker neighbour this year of course i’ve met him” she looks at me, “AND he’s actually really sweet when you get to know him.” i roll my eyes at her. Chris is anything but nice. he’s never been nice. we went to the same elementary school but ended up parting ways in middle school. we actually used to be friends. BEST friends may i add, but then one day he changed and became a complete and utter douchebag.

“why are you getting ready anyways i thought we were having a Friday movie night” i say to ivy as she touches up her hair. “oh yeah jake is throwing a party tonight and he asked me to come.” she smirks at the last bit “oh my god, you should totally come with me, be my plus one” she jumps up out of her chair and runs over excitedly. “hell no” i furrow my eyebrows at her and sit up.

i hate party’s everything about them. well not everything, the only good thing was the free booze and smoke you could find around.

“oh please please please!” she jumps around in circles, begging me as if she was a kid asking her mum to buy her a doll she wanted. “girl i don’t have anything to wear so i can’t go” i say trying to think of excuses so i can’t go. “you can just wear my clothes, please just this once” she begs. “fine” i scoff, standing up.

ivy gave me a black, tight dress that showed way to much of my ass then i’d like but she insisted on me wearing it. i did my hair in a messy bun and did a little makeup.

we took a few pictures and then called a taxi to come get us because we knew that we wouldn’t be able to drive ourselves home.

-

we’ve been at the part for about half an hour and i’ve already lost ivy. she’s probably making out with some guy, to be honest i’m glad she’s having fun. i’m not. i’m sat on the couch alone with a vodka lemonade that i’ve hardly drank because every time i go to some drunk person comes near me and i have to move out of there way.

i make my way out to the front of the house to get some peace so i can be as drunk as the rest of the people here.

the cold air hits me and i feel goosebumps form on my exposed thighs. i lean against the railing and look up at the sky. the stars are so pretty; i love the stars because they never leave, sure you can’t see them when it’s day but every night they come back.

after about 5 minutes i finish my drink and head back inside to get another one, my head is feeling a little fuzzy but it’s nothing compared to almost everyone else here.

at this point i decide it’s taking too long to get drunk and i grab a whole bottle of unopened vodka and start chugging it.

“whoa, calm down small tits” someone says as they take the bottle from me. i look over and you’ll never guess who it is “give it back chris!” i snatch it out of his hand and roll my eyes. instead me taking it he pulls it out of my reach and takes a swig of it. “it isn’t yours” he shrugs. “fine” i take it and pour out too shots for us, “whoever backs out first looses.” i hand him a glass. “alright princess” he takes his and downs it as if it’s water, i repeat his actions.

we keep going back and forth, him pouring and then me. i’m definitely drunk now. “you feeling it?” he asks me with a smug look on his face. i smile up at him, clearly drunk “nope” i say dragging it out. “alright then, here” he hands me another one. i down it and pour him one, this time filling it to the brim. he goes to down it but stops half way to laugh. “you look so stupid right now,” he giggle pointing at me. “so do you” i laugh as well “because you just LOST!” i lean forward and stumble a little onto him. “whattt” he’s still laughing, “you filled it to high” he pouts at me. “you still lost” i shrug. “well is there a punishment?” he leans down to me as i’m still leaning on him. “hmmm” i run my chin as if i have a beard. “OO, i know. you have to go and kiss the first person you see that you think is attractive!” i laugh at him as if it’s the most evil thing ever.

seconds later he leans in and connects almost connects our lips.

“Y/N!” i hear someone scream from behind me and i almost leap off him. “THERE YOU ARE IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!” ivy slurs as she leans on me. “uh-uhm yeah hi” i choke as i hold her up.

suddenly i’m stone cold sober.

“what are you doinggg” she laughs. i look over at chris who looks the same as me, guess he’s sober too.

“your drunk v” i groan at her. “whattt, i would never” she shrugs. i sigh and begin to take her away. i leave without looking back.

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i told y’all you would hate me 😔

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[lilyharvord]

hey girl, won't you write more?

Current writing projects:

“You shouldn’t let them so obviously get to you.”

            Clutching her hat in her fist she glared at Maven. He tilted his head to the side respectfully before gesturing back the way he had come with his champagne. “It will only make it worse.”

            “It would have been fine if you hadn’t opened your mouth.” Mare tried to keep from saying the words through clenched teeth but her jaw already ached from grinding down on the rest of what she wanted to say.

            “I’m not about to let them insinuate things about Cal.”

            “But it’s fine if they do it about me.”

            “None of that conversation was about you.” He spoke quietly, like he always did.

            Letting loose a barking laugh, Mare shook her head and set a sardonic smile on him. “Because talking about how your brother got turned away from proposing with the one ring he always wanted to propose with has nothing to do with me.”

            Maven’s lips twitched into a half frown before he leaned his arms on the railing next to her. “It’s just a ring.”

            “Clearly not to him.”

            Maven tipped his glass and let the liquid gold spill into the sea. Three years ago Mare would have blanched at him pouring out what was probably a two hundred dollar glass of champagne over the side of the boat. Now she barely blinked. She wasn’t sure anymore what that said about her.

“If he wanted to propose. He would. Our father didn’t even get the family ring when he married Cal’s mother. He had to go have that ring specially made.”

            Mare’s chest constricted. She tended to avoid their father like the plague unless she absolutely had to interact with him, but the more time she spent with the Cal the harder it was for her to think the man was just a plain old monster. He had been young and in love once too, so desperately in love that when that love died, he married for necessity and barely dealt with the offspring from that marriage.

2.

“Since my date has decided not to show up, you’re up to bat pretty boy. Show me a good time.” She grinned as she brought the glass to her lips and drained it in one swallow. He froze to watch her and then tried to replicate her movement. His uncle had taught him how to drink spirits like whiskey and bourbon, but he had always preferred to drink anything else. It immediately burned a trail down his throat and he tried desperately not to cough as he set the glass back down. He caught her watching him out of the corner of his eyes and smirked at her. For the first time since he’d seen her, she blushed a hint. It was a barely there splash of color on her cheeks but it was adorable.

“What are we shooting next?” He swallowed thickly again to chase the husk out of his voice that the whiskey left behind. Her eyes flashed at the sound and she leaned a little closer to him to look up at him through her lashes. It wasn’t hard, she was so much smaller than him, but it certainly made his stomach clench in a knot.

“You get one shot of courage.” She whispered. For the first time in a long time he felt the weight on his shoulders lift as she rested her chin on her fist and smiled at him. In his heart of hearts, he hoped she smiled at him like that for the rest of his life.

3.

Half way up the mountain, I realize that my feet are simply carrying me to the Estate. I have no plan for when we walk through those doors again. I only know that I’m not exactly ready for everyone to see us just yet. I want a few hours to revel in this new truth, this new path that we are finally walking together. His hand is so warm in mine, his fingers knotted with mine in such a way that I wonder if we’ll be able to disentangle them at some point.

            I glance at him over my shoulder, a faint afternoon mountain breeze stirring the loose strands of my hair. They’re brittle with dried sweat now, and I can feel the salt caked near my hairline from the same problem. I’d love a shower, or a bath, or anything in that vein. But I also don’t want to let go of him, or lose sight of him. Some part of me fears that if I let go, our whole conversation will fade like a dream.

            We step over the threshold of the doors Evangeline led me out of only an hour or two ago. There are not many people in the hallway at this time. Everyone must be knee deep in meetings upstairs. That will be to our advantage.

4.

Shade felt the moment his mouth fell open and stayed that way as he dragged his eyes up to meet hers. Those amber irises were dark and rimmed red with unshed tears, and there was blood smeared across her face too.

            “Fuck Cori.” Was all he said as he tried not to throw up when he looked back down at her hands that were trying to stanch the blood flow with a towel and sew at the same time.

            “Get out.” Was all she said, and the fire behind those words was enough to make him almost turn around, close the door and leave. But he rose to his full height instead, and then edged into the bathroom before slowly pulling the door closed behind him. It felt like a silly precaution. Their parents were not going to be home until tomorrow afternoon. But it felt like he had created a small bubble of privacy, and Coriane was bleeding faster than she could stitch, that was clear.

            “If I leave, I think you might bleed out in the bathroom, and I think if mom and dad find you like that then they will bring you back just to kill you themselves.” He reasons as he edges around the blood puddle closest to the shower. He stood over her, and then tilted his head to the side as he took her in. “And you’d probably have to explain to them why you were bleeding out in the bathroom at one thirty in the morning too.”

             He saw the fight leave her eyes for a second before she drew her lips into a tight line. “When I tell you to get out, it is for a reason.”

            “I literally just said—”

            “I’m older, and I’m in charge when mom and dad aren’t home. So get out!” She half screamed as she drove the needle through the other side of the wound and pulled to sew it shut more. Shade felt his stomach heave at the sight of the two ends coming together with the ugly green thread their aunt had left behind when she came by to sew the hem of something or another.

            “You’re literally bleeding out in the fucking bathroom and you’re trying to pull rank? Are you serious?” Shade hissed as he grabbed another towel when he spotted the new river of blood that came with her pulling harder on the thread.

5.

She withdrew her hands enough that Mare was able to breathe, but the younger woman did not remove her hands from Farley’s body. There was something dark in her eyes as she wheezed for breath. Thunder crashed outside, and the light on the table flickered and buzzed in time with the hum of lightning popping off of Mare’s fingers. She contained it to barely a few sparks but it was enough of a threat. Farley had seen what she could do with less.

“You are lucky I swore never to kill someone in front of my child.” Mare whispered, her voice coming out hoarse already from the pressure Farley had put on her throat.

Letting her eyes slowly drift up, Farley saw the same tiny form huddled by the doorway again, shaking softly. The flickering light flashed across the tear streaks running down her cheeks. Something in Farley shattered, and she released Mare completely with a weak exhale as she scrambled away from her. Mare coughed for a moment, reaching up to rest her fingers against her throat. Her eyes turned in the direction Farley could not turn away from, and her voice was cool as she said, “Go upstairs, Coriane.”

The little girl shook her head, and clung to the doorway, her voice wobbling as she whimpered her noncompliance. Her eyes darted between Farley and Mare, before settling on Farley as more tears soaked her cheeks.

[ya9amicide]

The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter one

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summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

Summer, 1899

A figure sleeps peacefully on a rooftop amid the moonlit Manhattan cityscape. It’s Jack, a charismatic “boy” of seventeen. Across the rooftop, another figure stirs. Crutchie, a slight and sickly boy of fifteen, walks with the aid of a wooden crutch. Jack stirs in her sleep.

“Hey, where you goin’? The morning bell ain’t rung yet. Go back to sleep,” she whines at being woken up.

Crutchie gets dressed and ready, chuckling at Jack’s behavior. “I wanna beat the other fellas to the street.” He bends down to grab his crutch. “I-I don’t want anyone should see. I uh… I ain’t been walkin’ so good.”

Jack, finally awake, grabs her cap and sits up. “Oh, quit gripin’. You know how many fellows fake a limp for sympathy right?” Jack stands and Crutchie crosses to the fire escape ladder. “That bum leg of yours in a gold mine.”

Jack turns around, moving some kind of tube while Crutchie sits by the ladder, starting to climb down. While her back is turned, Jack adjusts her shirt to cover up the binding under her clothes so that it isn’t visible to everyone else.

“Ah, someone gets the idea I can’t make it on my own, they’ll lock me up in the Refuge for good,” Crutchie says, moving his bum leg to the ladder with his hands. “Hey, be a pal, Jack. Help me down.” Crutchie starts trying to climb down and loses his footing, almost falling. “Woah!”

Jack turns around quickly and runs to help Crutchie. “Do you wanna bust your other leg, too?” She asks, pulling Crutchie up the ladder and back onto the fire escape.

“No, I wanna go down,” Crutchie says.

Jack stammers her answer. “You’ll be down dere soon enough! Take a moment,” she says, spreading her arms wide and walking back to where she slept. “Drink in my, my penthouse. High above the stinkin’ streets of New York.”

Crutchie chuckles at her fondly. “You’re crazy.”

She scoffs at him in disbelief, leaning on the railing. “What, because I like a breath of fresh air? ‘Cause I like seein’ the sky and the stars?”

“You’re seein’ stars all right!”

“Them streets down there sucked the life right outta my old man. Years of rotten jobs, stomped on by bosses.” She pushed herself off the railing in anger. “When they finally broke him, they tossed him to the curb like yesterday’s paper. Well, they ain’t doin’ that to me!”

“But everyone wants to come here,” Crutchie said meekly.

She rolls her eyes. “New York’s fine for those who can afford a big strong door to lock it out.” Her voice starts to take on a wistful tone. “But I tell you, Crutchie, there’s a whole other way out there. So you keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town.”

Jack looks back out to the skyline of New York. “Y’know, they always say folks is dyin’ to get here. But me? I’m dyin’ to get away. There’s this little town out west that’s spankin’ new. Now, I ain’t never been there, but I see it clear as day! If you want, I bet’cha you could see it too.”

Jack wanders over to Crutchie, pulling him up to his feet. “Close your eyes,” she says gently. “Come with me. Where it’s clean, and green, and pretty. Hell, they went and made a city outta clay! Why, the minute that you get there, folks’ll walk right up and say ‘Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe!”

Crutchie stands captivated by Jack’s speech.

Jack breaks away from him again. “Plantin’ crops, splittin’ rails, swappin’ tails around the fire. ‘Cept for Sunday when you get to lie around all day! Soon your friends are more like family, and they’s beggin’ you to stay!” She turns to give Crutchie a bright smile. “Ain’t it neat? Livin’ sweet like that in Santa Fe?”

When Jack goes quiet, Crutchie looks at her imploringly. “You got folks there?”

Jack scoffs. “I ain’t got no folks nowhere? You?”

“I don’t need folks,” he said, softly bumping her shoulder with his own. “I got friends.”

Jack starts getting excited again, gently shaking Crutchie by the shoulders. “​​: Hey, how’s about you come with me? No one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a palomino and ride in style.”

Crutchie scoffs. “Feature me: ridin’ in style.”

Jack hits his arm. “I bet a few months of clean air and you-you could toss that crutch for good!”

She gets a bright smile in return. “Santa Fe, you can bet, we won’t let them bastards beat us! We won’t need’a beg no one to treat us fair and square. There’s a life that’s worth the livin’, and I wanna do my share!”

“Workin’ the land, chasin’ the sun,” Jack chimes in.

“Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!” Crutchie replies, standing on his own. “Watch me stand, Jack! Watch me run…” He quiets down, realizing his recovery is just a dream. He turns away from Jack.

She notices the change in his demeanor. “Hey…,” Crutchie looks up at her when she wraps an arm around him protectively. “Don’t you know that we’s a family? Now, would I let you down? No way!” She pulls him closer. “Just hold on, kid ‘til that train makes Santa Fe.”

Crutchie leans against Jack as the sun rises behind them over the skyline of New York. The church bell tolls 5 a.m., which breaks the spell.

Jack sighs. “Time for dreamin’s done.” She grabs Crutchie’s crutch and bangs it on the metal railing of the fire escape. “Hey! Specs, Racer, Henry, Albert, Elmer. Get a move on, boys. Them papes don’t sell themselves!”

[monstergoblin]

The Owl Pirates Chapter Four

First Chapter Tumblr Link HERE Previous Chapter Tumblr HERE Posted First On A03 Here  It’ll be updated on A03 first and might take me a bit to get to updating it here as I always seem to forget about my tumblr. <3

 Trigger Warnings Always read safe: Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Pushing down feelings, Overworking self to ignore feelings, Child Abuse (Belos is a bitch okay), Gaslighting, Self Gaslighting, Manipulation, Injuries

Chapter 4: The Chapter of Gambling Talk and Dinner

  This wasn’t fair. He had completed his chores today, even did extra work today, but did anyone care? No, he was getting put with more work. No one cared if he had planned to relax this evening. No one asked if he wanted to help. He didn’t even want to talk to the new guy. He already saw him and didn’t care for his existence.

    Matt crossed his arms as he stopped near the stairs where Luz sat.

    “Alright, where is he?” Matt scowled.

    “Hunter?” Luz perked up.

    “Yeah, I’m supposed to take over now.” Matt did not add the fact he had to put off plans to beat Gus in cards today. Or the fact Gus was absolutely going to tease him about the fact he ‘chickened out’. Even though he was put on duty. 

    “Oh Edas mean.” Luz chuckled, and somehow it didn’t sound like she meant mean to Matt. “Hey Hunter.” She jumped up looking over the railing of the stairs inwardly of the ship. “You get out of loud girl time!” She giggled.

    The blonde hair boy was sitting underneath the stairs Luz was sitting on. Like he was hiding. He hardly looked comfortable crammed between a barrel and the stairs.

    “Why is he under the stairs?” Matt scoffed.

    “He said it was cozy?” Luz shrugged. “He didn’t ask for anything else so I figured what’s the harm.”

    Hunter was just sitting watching the two talk. Like he did not wish to be part of this conversation. What, was he too good for them? Navy jerk.

    “Did you make him do any chores today?” Matt couldn’t hide the jealousy in his voice. His first day on board was awful, trying to keep up with the chaos that were the owl pirates. He eventually found a flow but why did this guy get it easy?

    “Nah, He’s had it rough.” Luz waved off. “Besides we already had a good pace without him. Why force him to do work that's not needed?”

    Because Matt picked up the slack.

    “Whatever.” Matt huffed. “What am I supposed to do? Just hang out with him?”

    “Pretty much. Don’t let him hurt anyone.” Luz leaned her face on her hands and her elbows and the railing. “Maybe talk to him. Could be fun.”

    “Fun would be gambling with Gus.” Matt remarked, regretting his words imeditally when Luzs eyes shot wide.

    “I knew you guys didn’t stop that!” She pointed accusingly. “I want back in you bitch!”

    “No you always win!” 

    “At least I don’t cheat!”

    “I don’t cheat!” Matt’s voice broke and he cleared it. “At least not anymore. Besides they let me still play and want you out. That says something.”

    “Wait, everyone still plays!” Luz gripped the railing. “Is that why Amity keeps bugging me in the evenings!” Her face had a hint of red to it. 

    Matt smirked. “Amity still plays on occasion too. Her talking to you is her own choice.” 

    “Everyone’s just against me then!” Luz threw her hands pointedly ignoring Matts  added on tease. “I’ll just go play cards with Eda then.” She stomped down the stairs, the opposite way of Edas quarters.

    “Where are you going?” Matt couldn’t help the curiosity.

    “To confront Gus!” 

    Matt would’ve been quick to go watch that drama, but he had a new responsibility. The older ex-navy boy was wedged under the stairs like a cat. If he abandoned him here it would probably be harmless, but Steve was always going on about responsibilities being important and building character.

    Stupid Steve

    “Are you going to come out?” Matt asked, raising a brow at the taller boy still sitting under the stairs. Somehow making the awkward position look somewhat comfortable- even though Matt could tell it was not.

    “No.” The boy responded by hugging himself. “This is my life now.”

    “You’re going to live under the stairs.” Matt scoffed. “Forever?”

    “Yes.”

    “Oh geeze you’re going to be a pain in the ass aren’t you?” Matt grabbed the boys arm and pulled trying to will him out of the spot. Hunter moved, but Matt could tell it wasn’t by his own strength. However, if anyone were to ask, Matt was going to claim it was his strength.

    “There we go.” Matt dusted himself off like that had been hard work. “Now, lets go watch the drama unfold.” He marched forward expecting the boy to follow. 

    He did not.

    Matt got across the deck before turning to see the boy still standing.

    “Fuck.” He stormed back and put his hand on his hips. “I watched you follow Luz all day. Now you have to follow me.” He demanded.

    Hunter towered over him, but Matt held his ground glaring up at the boy.

    “Why?” Hunter challenged.

    “Because- Because I’m in charge of you now!” Matt stomped his foot trying to be intimidating. Why was he being so annoying now? Matt had seen the boy being sulky all day. Why did he have to grow a backbone now when Matt had to watch him.

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    Small

    Scrawny

    Rude

    Bossy

    This boy was reminding Hunter of someone. Someone who left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

    She acted similarly, but she got away with it. She always got away with it. Ordered him around but she wasn’t in charge as much as she pretended she was. She was a captain sure but not over Hunter.

    This boy was power hungry too.

    If he didn’t obey would Eda kill him?

    “Why do we have to go watch?” Hunter suddenly regretted his rash decision to mess with the boy. It was a familiar feeling he had been chasing anyway. He didn’t want the boy reporting to Eda.

    Then he would die.

    Besides, he should probably try to earn their trust.

    That would probably be best in capturing them.

    If he captured all of them, Belos would have to forgive whatever terrible thing Hunter must have done.

    Hunter still needed to come up with a plan, but trust seemed to be the first step.

    “Because I want to see.” The scrawny boy’s voice whined. “It’ll be fun, come on.” He grabbed Hunter's arm and led him towards the medbay again. Instead of going into the medbay they went into the door across the way. Which revealed stairs leading down.

    “I can’t help it if luck is on my side!” The annoying loud girls voice echoed as the boys made their way down the stairs. 

    “It was a vote, Luz. We didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. We just always get stuck with either no money, or all the chores.” A boys voice- Hunter could vaguely put the face of the darker boy who wore blue to the voice. Luz had introduced him earlier, but Hunter truthfully can’t recall his name.

    “I don’t see the harm in her joining again.” Another girls voice.

    “I mean we still play with Matt and we voted him out weeks ago.” Another girls voice.

    “You voted me out!” The scrawny boy released Hunters arm and ran the rest of the way.

    The voice continued arguing as Hunter stood on the stairway. He couldn’t see anyone from here but they were all very loud. He didn’t know why he continued down the stairs. He didn’t really have much choice when he thought about it. 

    The stairs opened up to a bigger room, with several desks and crates scattered around. The walls were blocked only leaving room to get through the main area, and to the doors. Hunter stood at the bottom of the stairs watching.

    The purple haired girl was sitting on a crate with her one leg crossed over the other. She shrugged. “I’m with Willow. It’s not that big of a deal, we can bring it up with the others later but I don’t think anyone actually cares.”

    “I care.” The scrawny boy had joined the others pulling himself up to sit on a crate as well. “I have done Luz’s chores for months before we stopped inviting her.”

    “Don’t pick back up cheating when we let her back in.” The boy wearing blue was standing, and pointed an accusing finger at the scrawny one.

    The scrawny boy scowled and mumbled something under his breath.

    “Luz just join, no one will actually stop you anyway.” A chubby girl with her hair done in braids was sitting on a crate. She smiled sweetly towards Luz, who was giggling at the antics.

    How can they all argue so openly and loudly like this. Wouldn’t they get in trouble with the captain for all? They were planning to gamble-

    No of course not this was a pirate ship.

    What were rules to pirates?

    “Oh?” It was the purple haired girl who spotted Hunter standing at the steps still. “Who's supposed to be watching him?” She looked to Luz but Luz looked to the scrawny kid.

    “I brought him with me!” Matt defended, “See watching.” He gestured to himself and then to Hunter multiple times.

    “You’re ridiculous sometimes Matty.” The boy in blue chuckled.

    Matt in turn shot him a glare. “What am I suppose to do? Luz had him sitting under the stairs!”

    “Stairs?” The blue shirt boy looked to Luz.

    She shrugged. “I didn’t put him there. I suggested he lead and he decided stairs was best.”

    Then the boy in blue turned to Hunter. “Why the stairs?” he chuckled a bit like he was making fun.

    What was wrong with the stairs?

    It was comfortable and out of the way. No one spotted or cared he was there unless someone needed something. The ones on Terras ship had little drapes to add cover as well. Under stairs was nice.

    Why did the blue boy act like he was the weird one?

    He wasn’t the pirate here.

    Hunter shrugged. “Comfy.”

    “See, he wanted to be there.” Luz gestured. “He likes stairs.”

    “Did you show him the crows nest?” The purple haired girl asked. 

    “That was the first thing I showed him!” Luz put her hand to her chest dramatically. “It’s the best place and he didn’t seem to care for it.”

    “Is he afraid of heights?” The blue boy chimed in.

    “Guys he’s right here, lets ask him.” The chubby girl smiled looking at Hunter.

    Then everyone's eyes were on him. Holding question.

    He never had everyone's eyes on him for such a stupid thing.

    It was unnerving.

    “It was cold.” He crossed his arms looking away avoiding the eyes.

    They seemed to take his response and turn back to their own conversation. Loudly bickering about Luz’s decision on not forcing Hunter to do chores today- Which truthfully Hunter did appreciate, but he wasn’t about to give her the credit for that. 

    It was odd how Hunter felt excluded as the group talked. Even if he was in this room they all knew each other so well they could talk openly like this. Hunter never friends- and even those he wanted to call friends would probably not consider him one. Hunter couldn’t help but wonder if this is what it would be like.

    Probably not- non-pirate friends wouldn’t argue so loudly.

    Hunter took to sitting at the bottom of the stairs as the children seemed to have settled on Luz joining their game tonight and how they were going to tell someone named Emira and Edric. Why Hunter was bothering to listen to all this nonsense, was beyond him.

    The door furthest away from the stairs swung open catching Hunters attention. An older man with messy brown hair and very pale skin came out of it. He had a hunch to the way he held himself and seemed to be thinking, as he walked pass the girl with purple hair he patted her head seemingly out of habit. Before making his way up the stairs and out the room.

    No one seemed to care he walked past and continued with their conversation. 

    Hunter cared.

    He’d only seen a handful of adults on this crew. Consisting of Lillith, Eda, the doctor and Luz’s mom- Camila. 

    Hunter watched as the man disappeared out the door leading to the deck.

    “That’s Amity’s dad.” The dark skinned boy took a seat next to Hunter on the stairs. “Alador, he does repairs and upkeep on the ship.” 

    “Oh” Hunter responded unsure how to handle this boy- what was his name- taking interest in him. He had preferred it when they all were ignoring him.

    “Yeah, he used to build ships and weapons with Amitys mom- who is a bitch- long story. Emira and Edric are also his kids.” The boy continued.

    “How many adults are on this ship?” Hunter asked, taking a quick glance at the others to see they were still in their own conversation. Something about what they should and shouldn’t allow as bets.

    The boy held up his fingers counting in his head. “Eight.” he answered. “Nine kids if we’re counting you- and two owls.”

    “You’re counting the owls?” Hunter scoffed.

    “You don’t hear the end of it if you don’t include Hooty.” The boy grinned. “Owlbert would rather you forget so he can get into things, but yeah we don’t have a very impressive crew to a navy person like you huh.”

    “I never met other kids fit to do jobs at sea.” Hunter responded truthfully. “Only cabin boys.”

    “It takes a lot for anyone to be at sea.” The boy shrugged. “Sometimes people are forced to do things they don’t expect themselves to do. Life has this way of leading people down paths they didn’t think options.”

    Sounds like an excuse to break the law.     “huh.” Hunter says instead of what he thinks. He needed these people to like him, at least until he came up with a proper plan. 

    “You know you’re getting adjusted awfully fast.” The boy continued. “Everyone expected you to fight. So why didn’t you?” 

    Dark eyes met Hunters and he couldn’t help but feel they saw through him.

    It was creepy.

    “I-I just” Hunter started but wasn’t sure where he was even going with that sentence. 

    “Hmm” The boy shrugged a little and picked himself back up. “Okay it’s not a big deal.” He took a seat next to the chubby girl to tune back into whatever they were discussing now.

    Which seemed to be if Luz could take on a kraken.

    What a stupid idea.

    The conversation went through several topics. Starting with the justification of past gambling bets and somehow ending up on who has the best horror story of the sea. It wasn’t until a voice echoed from above the stairs for dinner that the conversation stopped. It seemed food was still deemed an important thing amongst pirates.

    Hunter followed the kids that resumed their conversation with a “I bet I can take a great squid.” from Luz. With the others calling her crazy and her going off and a grande tale on the event would happen. 

    The doors underneath the captain's quarters is where dinner was held. In a room crammed with far too many people for its size.. As the kids entered Eda called to leave the door open.The food was served in bowls and everyone seemed to help themselves. Hunter didn’t have a slightest idea what the brown chunky soup was but he knew he was hungry.

    “Did he earn his supper?” A girl with green hair was looking at him through a side eye but was asking the question to Luz.

    “Course he did.” Luz waved it off.

    “He didn’t do anything!” Matt chimned in behind her.

    Luz promptly ignored him and shoved a bowl into Hunters hands. “He absolutely did earn it. “ She patted him on the back before filling her own bowl.

    Hunter stood like an idiot unsure if he would be bombarded if he did take a share.

    His stomach grumbled in protest.

    “Just eat.” A boy with green hair- who looked similar to the girl- took the liberty of filling Hunters bowl for him. “Emiras just grumpy because we cooked tonight.”

    Hunter did not protest, but still wasn’t quite certain he was supposed to be eating. Luz and this boy didn’t really seem the type to have authority on this ship- but this was a pirate ship- He could be wrong.

    There was a small table that many were crammed sitting at eating their food and talking amongst themselves. Then there were others who were sitting on the ground holding their bowls partaking in the conversation at the table or in their own.

    It seemed there wasn’t any room to sit at the table.

    It also seemed Hunter would have to eat in here. As he wasn’t certain he’d get away taking his bowl to eat under the stairs.

    “Tables first come first serve.” Matt remarked behind him. “Find someplace to sit and enjoy.” He shrugged as he left to find his own place to sit near the doctor.

    Alador, Lilith and a few other adults were at the table, along with the child that had been staring at him in the captain's quarters during the meeting- if that could be called a meeting. The kids were on the floor enjoying their earlier discussion.

    So Hunter found himself a corner that wasn’t occupied. 

    Several conversations were buzzing around the room that Hunter caught bits of. Captain Eda laughed very loudly at a remark one the adult males made. Lilith was talking with the brown owl who was sitting on the table eating from his own bowl. Another owl was sitting in Eda’s hair, this one much smaller. The kids were listening to Luz weave a story- or tell a story- Hunter wasn’t sure if this one was true or another ‘ Imagine it’ scenario. 

    It was the tiny child that wasn’t talking to anyone that caught Hunters attention. 

    Mostly because Hunter seemed to have caught his. 

    As his eyes met the gaze of the child, Hunter realized more about this creatures appearance. In the dimly lit captains quarters his hood did a good job hiding the strange black scales that now shone in the lantern light of the room. The childs hair was white and messy but the hood did a good job concealing that. His teeth were sharp as he opened his mouth to ask Eda a question.

    Then the little child made his way to Hunter. He took a seat and looked up to Hunter. 

    “Hello!” He loudly said, baring his sharp teeth in a smile. “I’m King! “

    “Hunter.” 

    “Oh I know who you are.” King took a big bite of his soup and proceeded to talk with his mouth full. “Whole crew is talking about you. Is why Eda wants me to stay in her quarters.”

    “But you’re allowed to talk to me now?” 

    “She’s less scared of you after you cried all day.” King remarked with a happy hum.

    Hunter forgot about the fact everyone had witnessed that. He could feel his cheeks heat up and he wasn’t sure it was right to feel ashamed around them. It wasn’t like their opinions should matter anyway, they thought thievery was justified. 

    “Camila says you seem traumatized.” King wiggled a bit in his spot trying to adjust his level of comfort. "Were you really thrown overboard?”

    Hunter froze that familiar hard to breath emotion building inside him again.

    The same one he felt when he was being held by Terra.

    When she was threatening him, giving him a choice on how to die.

    Water seemed like the easier way to go.

    “Eda! I Broke him!” King screamed, jumping up and running back to the table.

    The waves had been so harsh.

    He thought he was dead.

    Belos wanted him dead.

    He didn’t want to think about it.

    He was okay.

    He just needed to bring in a whole crew without being suspected.

    That was easy

    He’s done far more difficult things.

    He just didn’t have room for error anymore

    He’d screwed up too much already.

    A hand on his shoulder nearly made Hunter jump out of his skin.

    “Breath with me.” It was Camila giving him a warm smile. “In” She demonstrated. “And out”

    Breathing exercises? What was that supposed to help?

    But those kind eyes were hard to refuse. So he followed along until his breathing normalized and found himself a lot less distressed.

    Okay that was actually a nice trick he’d have to use later.

    “You okay?” Camillas voice was similar to honey. Nice and sweet. Hunter didn’t like how comforting it was.

    “I’m fine.” He answered, “Not hungry anymore.” He needed to get away from this woman. She had some strange magical ability that made him uncomfortable. “I’ll wait outside.” He added as he was leaving now remembering that he was supposed to have someone assigned to watching him.

    “Do I have to follow him? I didn’t finish my food.” Matts voice whined.

    “Nah, I think he needs some space.” Camila responded.

    “He’s had space all day but okay.” Luz was the last voice he heard before Hunter found a spot he didn’t have to listen to all the noise.

    A place to think.

    How does one capture and secure sixteen pirates without any help.

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CALLIE & CHARLENE — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

location :    evening / post-challenge / terrace

featuring :   @guttcd

CHARLENE

Her mind was still reeling from what happened in the dressing room. With all that excitement she found herself in desperate need of a breather and maybe a moment to process everything,  so she made her way up to the terrace. Once she makes it up there, she immediately spots Callie. “Doing some stargazing, are you?”

CALLIE

turning to glance over at charlene, she offers her a small smile, shaking her head. "nah, just catching my breath." it's pathetic to admit that she had come up here to think about frankie, try to make sense of all the information thrown at her in what had been known as their spot. she's grateful for the distraction, waving charlene over, while her arms rest against the railing. "are you waiting on someone else to come up here?" nobody really goes to the terrace alone.

CHARLENE

“so you’re saying i can’t try to impress you with my knowledge on constellations?” she did mention she used to be a total nerd right? “no I just… needed to catch my breath too. crazy night huh?” once charlene joins joins callie’s side, she gives her hip a small bump with her own. “are you?” waiting for someone she means.

CALLIE

"i'm not saying that," she laughs, sitting up a little straighter. it's certainly be a welcome distraction right now. "how much knowledge are we talking about?" callie knows why it's a crazy night for her, but she can only assume charlene feels the same from it being her first day and all. she gives the girl a nod. "nope, just me."

CHARLENE

“Enough to tell you the myths behind them. I used to be in the astronomy club in high school.” Her eyes set to the sky, squinting slightly as she searches for constellations. It’s been a minute.  “I wish they let me bring my old shitty telescope. I don’t get to stargaze much in Manhattan.” A small wind passes through them, causing Charlene to shiver slightly. Thankfully,  had changed into her pijamas, now sporting boy shorts and an oversized Earth, Wind and Fire tshirt. “Good. Being around everyone is fun and all but I like our little one on ones. Did you have fun tonight?”

CALLIE

"really? that's very nerdy of you," she teases, eyes glancing up at the sky when charlene does. "this must be a neat first date trick. actually no, you probably can't see the stars in new york, huh?" obviously not. despite all the production lighting around them, it's not hard to see them up there. charlene's comment makes her smile, once again not sure if she's hitting on her or if it's solely friendship. she's beginning to feel like it's the former, but frankly, she likes the attention. "for the most part, yeah." she takes a deep breath. "got into a bit of a tiff with naomi, because apparently that's what i do now."

CHARLENE

“I warned you, didn’t I?” She remarks with laugh. “Nah, I usually have to go out of the city for that. Make a whole trip out of it. It’s fun though. The Leo constellation only pops out during spring so I can’t show you that one.” She looks disappointed by the fact. Charlene takes a pause on the star gazing to look at Callie. “You and Naomi?” She frowns. “ Was it because of something that happened tonight? You don’t have to talk about it you don’t want to.  I know I talk a lot but I promise I can be a pretty good listener too!” Or so she likes to think.

CALLIE

"how often do you do that?" she asks, trying to paint the picture in her head. not that she can picture much of new york, but all the photos make it seem so bright, like nothing else can shine through. "what about the aquarius one?" she offers, "nobody ever did tell me what they're known for." her eyes cast back down to look at charlene, offering her a strained smile. "yes and no," she admits. "mostly, she told me that frankie hit on her two nights ago. y'know, while we were together. not together together, obviously," she adds, with a roll of her eyes, "but... you get me. sorry, i'm a little bitter."

CHARLENE

“Not as much as I’d like to since I work most nights. This is like, the first time in months that I’m gonna go to bed at a decent time. I’m exhausted.” In many ways. Not just because of the threesome. “I could show you the Aquarius one in a few days! That one pops out later in the summer. I think the best word to describe Aquarius are… free-spirited.” Yeah that felt right but it was hard to talk about herself when she was too  focused on what Callie was saying “I get what you’re saying. Shit, Callie. I’m sorry. Are you… How are you feeling?“

CALLIE

"right, that's got to be hard for your social life," callie muses. "do you sing at the same place always, or are there a few different venues?" all she remembers is her talking about a specific boss, so maybe one? "free spirited?" eyebrows raise lightly, a little teasingly. "is that what you are?" she knows charlene's just trying to help, but she makes a face at the apology. not like it's charlene's fault. "kinda feeling like a mug," she admits, lips blowing out a bit. "but i'm glad i know. kinda puts being here into perspective. nothing like finding out you're more single than you thought."

CHARLENE

“I have a pretty solid social life. It’s kind of nice cus I get most of the day to do stuff. It’s my romantic life that took the hit.” She laughs. “Just the one venue. It’s pretty hardcore  — I’m not allowed to perform at another bar unless im promoting my usual one” which kind of sucks but hey, at least the work was steady. “Just a little” she punches her index and dumb together, looking at Callie though the tiny little gap. “Enough to get me in trouble, sometimes.” Instead of placing her hand back  and the railing, she placed it on Callie’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. Seeing Callie like this was close to heart breaking and Charlene wishes she knew what the best thing to say was. “She should have communicated that to you. It’s shitty that she didn’t.” Charlene didn’t know Frankie but she can’t help but think that she’s a fool for fumbling the bag with Callie. “You deserve someone to be all in for you, Callie. Seriously. If she’s not able to do that then… you’re probably better off.” Was that harsh? She didn’t want it to be but she can’t help it after seeing how Callie was the whole day. Clearly missing Frankie.

CALLIE

"when was your last relationship?" she asks--a basic love island question, so may as well get it out of the way now. "so, like a residency?" her brows raise, impressed. "will tonight be the night you sing for me?" it had been a gamble bringing frankie up to charlene, a near stranger who isn't totally her friend and isn't totally trying to get with her, but she's glad she had. it feels nice to dump it on someone with no connection to frankie, and hardly a connection go naomi, except for toe licking and neck kissing. she hasn't forgotten that. "no, i mean..." callie sighs. "she had, yesterday. she basically told me if someone came in she was interested in, she wanted to get to know them and me. but... that's the kinda thing everyone says, you know? it's easier when it's a hypothetical person that may never actually come. but her hitting on one of my closest friends here, and failing to mention it? it's muggy." and she's so mad frankie isn't here to be angry with her properly, because now it means they can't make up. she has to just sit in this anger. "yeah, maybe," she sighs, looking back up at the stars. "it makes being here so much harder, though. and i wish it didn't."

CHARLENE

“I’ve uh, never been in one.” She sighs. A part of her found the fact a little embarrassing but it was better for her to just own it at this point. “What about you? When was your last relationship?” Her eyes brighten at Callie’s suggestion “You want me to sing for you? Really?” It wasn’t often that she got a chance to sing for just one person. She had always wanted to, like when Danny sings to Sandy as they dance in Grease. Something about it felt so romantic to her. “God, I wish we had a piano.  Then I could really show off. You probably wish you had a surfboard too, huh? I wish I could see you in action.” Charlene is patient as Callie speaks, nodding along every now and then to show that she is listening. “Yeah. I think I remember seeing that. She should have told you Naomi was one of the people she wanted to get to know. So then Naomi said Frankie made a move on her two days ago but she didn’t would be open to talking to other people until yesterday?” She frowns. “That’s not fair to you. Especially when you’ve been spending the whole day missing her. Like, why didn’t Naomi  say anything beforehand?” Surely there had to be a reason. Naomi was with Callie’s brother after all. “Hey — it’s okay for you to be annoyed with this and to find this whole thing overwhelming. It’s disappointing but it’s not your fault. You deserve to be here and to find someone who doesn’t make you feel this way.” Another squeeze of her shoulder.  “And you will. You’re seriously like, the coolest girl I have ever met Callie. Frankie was lucky to have you and it sucks she didn’t realize that sooner.”

CALLIE

knowing there's nothing to really say about that that wouldn't feel patronizing, callie just nods. "about a year ago," she admits, always feeling weird talking about her past relationship, despite being the one to bring it up. "yes," she laughs, having mentioned wanting to hear her earlier in their other convo. "i don't care what, really. but mate, seriously," she nods, "i'd kill for a board, especially on beach days. i can't remember the last time i went this long without surfing." except she can, but she won't relay the broken leg story again. "god, seriously?" she cringes, knowing everyone’s seen it. "how bad was it? i was afraid to ask for details." maybe it's worse asking charlene, but oh well. she's comfortable with her. there's no reasonable answer to charlene's questions so she says nothing, just shaking her head. "thanks," the smile she offers is small, but she does mean it. "i don't know about coolest you've ever met," she laughs, clicking her tongue, "but i'll take, like, top five." doesn't love hearing frankie's name in past tense, though. "i'm really glad to have met you," she admits, meeting charlene's gaze. "so far you're one of the best things to come from casa." though tbh low bar.

CHARLENE

Shes grateful that Callie doesn’t hit her with the usual onslaught of questions she tends to receive. “How did it end if you don’t mind me asking?” Figure if she’s willing to talk about Frankie then maybe she would with her past relationships. “How long have you been surfing again? Your entire life?” A moment of silence hangs in the air as Charlene considers how to respond to Callie’s question. “It was kind of confusing? Honestly I didn’t think Frankie liked Naomi very much. Kinda feels like Naomi is everything Frankie dislikes, but after the spin the bottle Frankie was like, ‘I want to keep kissing you’ and then said admitted to having a crush on Naomi.” The details might be muddled but she thinks she got the major points out. Charlene responds to Callie’s smile with one of her own. One that grows when the other girl laughs. “Coolest person I’ve met in the villa?” She tries again, nudging her with her elbow slightly. Something about the way Callie looks back at her as she says she’s happy they have met causes Charlene’s breath to hitch. For a moment her mind goes blank and all she can think about is how pretty Callie looks. Her tongue darts to quickly wet her bottom lip, mouth suddenly feeling a little dry. “I’m glad I met you too. Really… really glad.” She giggles. “Would you say one of the top five best things?” She removes her hand from her shoulder and  looks away from her for a second, eyes darting to the villa. “You and Romi were planning on sleeping outside right? I don’t want to get in the way of that but if… its too cold out there for you, you’re more than welcome to hop into my bed. Only if you want. Or like, need to of course! No pressure.”

CALLIE

she grimaces, because somehow charlene's asked the one question she's been trying to avoid about relationships on the outside. "like shit," she admits, with a short laugh. "it was one of those on/off things that lasted longer than it should've... and i don't know, i think at the end of the day, she just didn't care about me as much as i did about her. not in the ways that matter, at least." which is probably why this frankie stuff hurts so bad, because it's cutting her on a healing wound. surfing is an easier conversation, a small smile sliding on her lips. "basically. my first lesson was when i was seven. i've loved the ocean forever, though. it runs in the family." hands grip the edge of the terrace railing as she listens to charlene describe the interaction, a blow to her chest at the word crush. "i shouldn't even be surprised," she laughs without humor, shaking her head. "naomi's got everyone obsessed with her. can't exactly blame them, either. look at her." charlene knows what she's talking about, if the toe-sucking was any indication. "i'll take it," she laughs, shifting positions so she's laying on her stomach, stretched out on the terrace bench, both elbows propping her up as she faces charlene. callie squints playfully up at her, as if trying to consider it. "top three," she admits, though thinking about it now, charlene may be number one. it's been a minute since she clicked this well with someone new here. frankie, probably, but that was a much different type of connection. though it's not like callie didn't enjoy kissing charlene in the challenge, though it went so quickly, it's hard to remember much about it now. "you don't think you're sharing a bed with anyone tonight?" she asks, surprised. "you should ask naomi. i think she'd really appreciate it." a pause. "but thanks, i appreciate the offer too, seriously. but we'll be fine."

CHARLENE

Charlene may not be able to understand the highs and lows of a relationship ( or high school football ) but she did know the feeling of caring for someone and not having it reciprocated in the way you’d hope. It was gut-wrenching. Aggravating . “Stressful. I know it’s point out the obvious but… you don’t deserve that. Doesn’t really do much to take away the pain though, does it?” Her lips press together into a tight line, brows furrow in thought for me moment before she finally looks back at her. “That’s so cool! So is your entire family just like, this group of super bad ass surfers?  Are you close with all of them?” Her brows furrow once again at Callie’s humorless laugh. “That doesn’t mean it should happen though. Naomi is cool and all but she’s just a person.” A very pretty and charismatic person sure but still. Now she wonders if she looked like she is obsessed too after the toe thing. Honestly she couldn’t even remember what the dare was. Just heard she had to suck a toe and panicked. “Top three. I’ll take it.” She grins, clearly overjoyed by the words and the fact that it was coming from Callie of all people. She didn’t seem like the type of person to say something they didn’t mean. At the bed sharing question, Charlene simply shrugs. “Maybe. If everyone is as obsessed with Naomi as you say then surely she’s not short for options. Besides, I’m not sure if I have it in me to lose another bed competition.” She’s talking about Jenny. “Maybe I’ll ask someone to share on a friendship basis. Like another bombshell or something. I kinda feel bad that most of the ogs are sleeping outside.”

CALLIE

"yeah, thanks," she flashes a smile. "and i know. it just took a while for me to figure it out, as it usually does." she hasn't been in any other serious relationships besides maddie; maybe if she has, she wouldn't feel the need to be so serious about finding someone, but callie knows what it feels like to be burned. "oh, no," she laughs. "just my brother and i. but my dad is a fisherman and my grandparents have their own boat, so we all just really love the water. but we're all close, yeah. i grew up with my grandparents," she explains, in case it wasn't clear, "and my dad." it wasn't meant to be a dig on naomi, but maybe she's still feeling annoyed about the way she left off earlier. callie waves her hand away. "yeah, i know. but she's great, really. if you're interested in her... well, never mind. she's dating my brother. don't graft her," she laughs, "but she's a good friend, usually." it's said mostly as a joke though, because while she's not particularly looking to hang out with naomi tonight, her loyalty goes beyond a single argument. "and i know she's only going to share a bed if it's someone she doesn't think will stick it on her, and her and romi aren't good right now, as you can see, so..." she trails off. why is she talking so much about naomi? "so if you want a friend in your bed, i mean, she's an option. did you ask someone else already?" she hopes she's not the bed competition she lost.

CHARLENE

Charlene smiles back, and a part of her wishes she had more experience with relationships. At least, enough to offer some sort of comforting words. She appreciates Callie opening up like this though, so she doesn’t want to ruin it by prying too much. “Your brother seems really nice. I wish I had a sibling. Being an only kid is like, super lame.” Charlene notices the ‘usually’ bit, but makes no comment on it. “Hm... Is everyone obsessed with Naomi or are you?” She teases, making a show of it by bumping her fist playfully on her upper arm. “I noticed some tension between them but… I have no idea why. I thought they were really close.”  She shakes her head. “Nah, not officially. Just you.” It wasn’t a lie. She technically didn’t ask Jenny to share a bed outright.  “Well,  the offer stands if you change your mind. I know you have a lot on your mind today so I promise I’ll be the perfect gentlewoman.” One hand is on her chest, over her heart and the other is raised in the star trek symbol. “Unless you don’t want me to be. The ball is in your court tonight, Cal.” Would she like to at least cuddle Callie? Of course, but something about making a move on her when she just opened up about her current problems with Frankie felt slimy.  "Have you ever slept outside before?"

CALLIE

"he's the best," she nods, feeing a small tug in her chest for whatever dylan's doing right now. "like me, but he's way nicer." callie flashes her a smile to show that she's joking, although it's not far off. "okay," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. everyone, she wants to say, but charlene's made it clear she's harped on the subject of naomi long enough. she was trying to be helpful! "what else could it be about: josh," her eyes roll again, and it's nice to be able to talk to someone about him without having to stay nice about it. one can only feign interest for so long. "they'll be fine eventually, i think. i just hope it doesn't last this whole time, because i'll go mad." callie's already counting on herself forgiving naomi, because it's too inconvenient not to. that won't make her any less upset about the situation. "were you gonna ask anyone else?" considering the naomi aversion charlene has made pretty apparent, callie has no idea who she's trying to graft, though she's starting to get the feeling that she's on the list. "if romi and jude end up sleeping together, i'll probably join you," she nods, "but if you ask anyone else in the meantime, go crazy." because she'll feel really bad if charlene doesn't ask anyone else and callie ends up sleeping outside anyway. "alright," she huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. "i'm warning you now, i wouldn't be very cuddly tonight. i think i'll end up falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, i'm so beat." if only she knew rip. "oh, a bunch of times. kenny and i liked sleeping out there," she smiles wistfully at the memory, at how long ago it feels, "and frankie and i slept on the terrace the other day. it was a lot comfier than it sounds. but i also like camping." so she's used to sleeping on the ground in far worse conditions. "it's nice because you get real privacy--and when dylan and naomi were together, it was that or sleep with ear plugs."

[throatcoat]

//chapter 11// //hopes and dreams and trying to stay somewhere in reality//

i sit on the cement steps, my back against the metal railing. the autumn air makes me want to bury my whole face in the oversized scarf on my neck. i am alone again and my face feels hot with tears threatening to spill out. i do not want to cry. my ear buds are pressed tightly in, Bright Eyes' Motion Sickness blares out, i can hear it even when i remove the one from my right ear. i am watching the dry leaves fall down at my feet, and i am half listening to my ipod, half listening to the other kids who dotted the hillside during lunch hour.

15 minutes earlier, i had asked a boy i knew from church, who i thought would be kind enough to say yes, to the homecoming dance. the laugh came out first, the confused look on his face made my collarbones burn, as if he was about to ask, "how dare you?" instead, he asked me if i really thought he would say yes to that, someone like me? i did not say a word as he stared at me. i felt pathetic as he walked away. i knew if i had been any other girl, the answer would have been different. that unfamiliar tummy-drop hit and i almost felt like i would throw up.

i never felt jealousy over people, but experiences. there was an envy in wishing i could be loved the way everyone else seemed to be, in making friends who wanted to do everything with you. i remember the one of the first times that my stomach soured with jealousy. it was the summer before my sophomore year, and i watched as my two best friends replaced me with something different. i did not understand why i was left behind, but it made sense in some ways. i clicked through the photos on facebook, one by one, them at the lake, laughing with the girl who i looked nothing like. i wanted to know what the water felt like that day, but instead i was picking up the broken toilet pieces in my parents bathroom. i wondered when things had changed, and in some ways, i felt cheated.

for my 16th birthday, my dad had grabbed the old foosball table from his firecamp. he set it up in the cleaned out garage and told me to invite the boys, a friend or two. i did not know how to tell him that my two best friends did not really talk to me much anymore. i did not know how to tell him now i had no friends, not even lanie. she was too busy with brandon and boys. he asked me about jeremy, maybe i could ask if he wanted to come down from minnesota. i guess he forgot that jeremy was a ghost now, he did not even get to turn to 16. i did not know how to tell him that parents won't let their kids over, they won't even let them talk to me. the second time i felt envy was seeing everyone else's 16th, the big parties, the booze, smiles, surrounded by everyone i had spent my entire life around. mine was a store bought lemon meringue and my sister and cousin wearing wigs in photos, trying to make it seem a little better than it was.

sometimes, i would go places i knew others would be. the county fairs, the parties i was not invited to, the school dances in hallways, every football game. i would sit there and want so desperately for someone to say hello. i would watch the other girls my age in matching outfits, i would watch the boys give them drinks, i wanted someone to dance with, even for a moment. instead, the only thing that kept me company was the cigarette dangling from my lips.

i wonder what changes in people after third grade, i wonder who decides what makes something wrong no matter how they change and try to adapt. i wonder what was wrong with me specifically, because i would try and try and try.

one day, i sat in the bathroom for five hours, learning how to make my eyes wider, my features lighter, wanting to leave as pretty as all the other girls i would stare at in the halls, in the magazines, tumblr. i used to beg my mom to take me to the western store, just so i could get the same bedazzled bootcut jeans that all the other girls would be wearing, the same justins and perfectly curled hair. i dyed my hair blonde and practiced smiling in the mirror until my face hurt. i would practice every facial expression until it looked right, until i could be understood with just a raise of my brows. i changed everything about myself. the envy was not in competition, but the want and need and desperation to be accepted.

mostly, i made myself sick. in the bathroom, between meals, i started to take up running. i did the things my grandmother taught me, my father said worked for him. i wanted so bad to be loved and accepted, but as the bones protruded and the teeth fell out, my smile was no longer beautiful. it never was enough anyways, fat girl, thin girl. they went from oinking noises outside the stalls to fake gags. it did not make me pretty like the other girls, but it gave me something else to focus on. something i could control.

i used to think i was pretty before the envy started.

now, i just feel used up and disgusting. i never stopped feeling like the insecure teenaged girl i probably always will be, at least, in someway.

it is hard not to fall back into the same patterns as that teenaged girl.

the sitting alone and smoking alone and refusing another morsel.

the ripped at the knee tights and home hair cuts.

the cigarette clinging to the clothes and the running nose.

she has urges just like anyone else.

[crab-people-overlord]

I’m finding tumblr confessions w wendy slander so interesting because what is this, reddit lmao? I haven’t been apart of the Tumblr SP community as long as I have the Reddit one simply because I’ve had Reddit for much longer, but it was truly a breath of fresh air to come here and not see the constant Wendy hate.

This is no hate to OP or anyone who doesn’t appreciate Wendy, as everyone is entitled to their own opinion and can favor whatever characters they want to. But I genuinely don’t understand actually hating her.

Yes, Wendy gets jealous really easily. You know who else does? Stan, and not just to Wendy (he gets so petty and jealous in episodes like ‘Follow That Egg’ and ‘Cupid Ye’). He also is pretty emotionally distant from her (👍👍, also ‘but I haven’t talked to her in weeks!’ at his confusion over the first break up) and one time is the one to break up with her before starting a business with his bros, telling Clyde he was gonna be ‘drowning in bitches’ (lmfaooo im sorry but that part always gets me. like our boy Stan seriously needs to tone it down there lol).

They were never meant to be presented as a perfect couple- they are 9 year olds on a COMEDY where the writers constantly write their main characters as doing crazy shit much like the actions mentioned above for Wendy. Both Wendy and Stan are pretty equally bad at being in a relationship- and you know what? That’s okay. Them being so shitty at it because they are literally children is often the whole point of the jokes. Literally all the kids do very unhinged things, even your neutral moral good folks like Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters. Doesn’t mean they’re supposed to be hated for it.

Also, the whole Kyle and Wendy being the exact same is kind of overblown in my opinion, BUT at the same time there is some truth to it. They are so similar in that Kyle ALSO flies off the rail at every tiny little thing, and yet I don’t see as many people being willing to admit this is both a strength and a flaw in him in the same way so many immediately jump to paint Wendy as automatically overbearing and bossy rather than a brave moral center the way they do Kyle. I’ve always found this double standard fascinating.

And going back to what I was saying about Wendy and Kyle’s similarities often being overblown- I think this is a massive oversimplification of Wendy’s character and don’t view her as also being a moral compass as ‘redundant’ by any means. She approaches things differently than Kyle in a way that I think is refreshing. I don’t think she’s perfectly written and I think like all the girl characters she is majorly underutilized, but there are some differences in the way she handles moral crusades over Kyle. I’d say in recent seasons especially we’ve seen a strong emotional intelligence paired with it to know when to stop. This is why we don’t see her verbally attack Cartman as much, or like in the Smurfs episode where she initially refuses to even engage with it until it was impossible, but even then she handled it in such a calculated and fantastic way.

She’s also been shown to be very good at working behind the scenes patiently by herself like in Fractured but Whole as Call Girl- and it expands in her natural flirtiness in the game, which goes back to some of what OP describes as her flaws, but I see her flirtiness as a funny neutral aspect of her personality. (she’s a very flirty person lol. Love her flirty interactions with MC in the game when they’re a boy as well as the ways she flirts with Toolshed and Mysterion in battles. And before anyone gets mad at her for this, her flirting is really not all that much different from Toolshed’s suggestive banter with Human Kite in the game lmao)

I don't think the reason people hate Wendy is for "being like Kyle" (which kind of makes her redundant) but for her jealousy and hypocrisy. She openly flirts with Bridon, KISSES CARTMAN!, dumps him for Token, did the mass breakup and other things without regard for Stan's feelings AND YET she flies off the handle at every little thing he does wrong.

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

Chapter 9 You Can Feel it on The Way Home

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The group of 1st years walked out of the written portion of their Defense Against the Dark Arts test. Scorpius, Albus, Rohyn, and Chris were all grumbling about how annoying that test was. While Anne, Holly, Robyn, and Charlotte were rolling their eyes and making fun of them.

“My siblings always said that the end of the year exams were hard, but I haven’t really struggled with any of them...yet.”

Holly nodded, “I agree. Olive and Oli always said that they were difficult. But Anne’s right, they were really easy.” Charlotte and Robyn nodded along.

Albus scoffed, “Easy for you four to say! We felt like we were dying in there!”

Scorpius sighed, “We still have the physical test.”

Albus scoffed, “That’s so much better Scorpius, wow, I think I feel so much better.” He tried to keep a straight face, but ended up laughing. Everyone else quickly joined him. “How do you people keep a straight face while being sarcastic?”

Anne shrugged, “I won’t lie, I sometimes can’t. But most of the time, it’s pretty easy.”

“Have you met my mother, Albus? She’s so goddamn sarcastic all of the bloody time.”

“No, I have not and I would like to keep it that way for a bit. I’m never taking Arithmancy.”

“Well, I’m hungry and would like some food.”

Albus, Scorpius, and Rohyn agreed with Chris’s statement. As Robyn rolled her eyes and muttered, “Boys.”

Anne just shook her head, “You guys are always hungry.”

“I’m part Weasley so that’s my excuse.”

“I’m a growing boy, I need to eat.”

“You’re a growing idiot Scorpius.”

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Scorpius and Albus watched as Anne walked out of the room. “How was it? What do we have to do?”

She rolled her eyes, “You’d die without me.”

Scorpius shrugged, “Yes, but that’s not the point.”

And just like Holly and Robyn, she crossed her arms and said, “1.) I’m not going to say what you have to do because 2.) it’s easy.”

Albus ran a hand through his hair, “C’mon Anne, you want us to pass, right?”

“Yeah,” She sat down next to them, “On your own.”

“You’re no fun.”

She rolled her eyes again, “Whatever you guys.” And grabbed her Potions textbook from her bag and started studying with the other girls as they all waited for the rest of their classmates to finish.

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The first years watched as the 5th and 7th year Slytherins continued to study as they still had the rest of the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. to finish. 

Charlotte shook her head, “I honestly feel sorry for the 5th and 7th years, they have two more days of this.”

Albus nodded, “Yeah, I don’t wanna be them like...ever.”

Rohyn nodded his head, “Same Al.”

“Children!” They looked over to Lorene Zabini as she jumped over the railing of the stairs that led up to the girls' dorms. 

“You’re gonna hurt yourself one day.”

She scoffed, “Tiny Avery, please, I’ve been doing this for 13 years, I’ll be fine, but, that’s not what I want to talk about.”

Robyn raised her eyebrow, “Then what is it?”

Lorene smirked, “How’re you guys gonna deal with the summer?”

“What do you mean?”

“The Quidditch World Cup is this year! Are you guys gonna go to the game, wherever it ends up being?”

Scorpius shrugged, “Depends on what my parents want.”

“If Scorpius and his family go, I’ll join them, even if my family,” Rohyn nudged his twins’ ribs, “Doesn’t wanna go.”

“Same here, even though I’m not the biggest Quidditch fan, it’s always fun seeing my siblings get all riled up for them.”

Albus was the first to give a definitive answer, “Yeah, my mum is doing a report on it again...or she’s editing one. Not sure which, but either way, it will probably be mandatory for me and my family to go.”

Lorene nodded, “Well what about you miss ‘I don’t understand Quidditch’?”

Anne laughed, “I do understand Quidditch! I just don’t enjoy it as my family does.” She sighed as she brushed some hair from her face, “But, I’ll probably go. Will it most likely be because I will be dragged to it by my brothers?” She nodded, “Yes.”

“Why do you even care, Lor??”

Lorene shrugged, “Was just curious cause mum sent a letter saying we have to go since my Uncle Reece may play.”

Rohyn piqued the next question, “What team?”

“Welsh, they made it to the Quarterfinals last week. Then the week we get out, aka in 1 week, we will know if they make it to the Semifinals and if they make it to those then we’ll find out if they make it to the finals. And besides, it’s being held by Britain this year so most of the ministry workers get cheaper tickets.”

Scorpius nodded, “That makes sense, but I can try to convince my parents to take me.”

Charlotte snorted, “Doesn’t take much for you to convince your parents of really much, Scor.”

He rolled his eyes, “Not like you can take Lottie, Uncle Graham is wrapped around your finger.”

“My dad is wrapped around all of us girls’ fingers. We can do no wrong according to him.”

“That’s how it should be. One of your parents wrapped around your finger so you can do no wrong in their book. Works wonders, I won’t lie.”

Did he even have his mum or dad wrapped around his finger? Albus thought about it, he was sure he didn’t. None of them had their mum, but Lily had their dad. They all, including their mum, knew that she could kill someone and their dad would let her go. All she had to do was give him a simple, “daddy” and he would fold.

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Anne laid her head on Albus’s shoulder as Scorpius and Rohyn sat across from them. “Weird to think we’re going home for more than 2-3 weeks.”

“Yeah, and after what happened over Christmas, I’m scared.”

Rohyn raised an eyebrow, “What happened over Christmas?”

Albus sighed, “I just overheard something that I probably shouldn’t have and I’ve been letting it get to me more than I should’ve.”

Rohyn nodded, “Family being assholes over your house?” Albus looked at him surprised, “Charlotte, my older sister Charlotte, overheard some things a few older kids were saying a few weeks around them. Didn’t think it was about you until just now.”

“Huh, I didn’t know you knew how to use your brain, Ro.”

He shrugged, “I don’t often so I can surprise you guys with it. And also, Rob is smarter so I let her do the thinking for me.”

Anne rolled her eyes, “This is why you and Al are such great friends, Ro. This is why.”

But when it came to what happened over break. None of them really spoke of it. Mostly because none of them really found it to be relevant. And they didn’t want Albus to relive what happened. And he didn’t want to either.

Anne sighed, “Do you think that your parents would care much if Scor and I just appeared at your house, Al?”

“Oh wow, you acknowledged that I exist for once. Who knew you could do it.”

She rolled her eyes and kicked his shin from across the compartment. “Asshole.”

He let out a string of curses as Albus shrugged. “My parents like you both so I doubt they’ll care much. You may just want to bring the subject to them. Especially since it’ll be the summer, someone may not be home.”

Rohyn looked at him confused, “Why wouldn’t someone be home? Someone is always home at my house.”

“Because we spend time with our other family members...not excited for that coming up. So if you would like to show up at my house too, that would be alright as well.”

“Anne, Scor, let me know whenever you two will be heading his way, and I shall join you.”

They both gave an ‘got it’ motion and Anne slid her head down and laid it on Albus’s lap. “How’s Lily, Al?”

He shrugged, “She was doing good last I had heard. But I can’t exactly see the exact thing she is feeling through her letters.”

“That’s good.”

Albus nodded, “Yeah, I guess.”

As the compartment door opened, the kids looked over to see Colin Creevy II, Ivy Thomas, and Maily Jordan menacingly staring back at them.

Ivy smirked, “Looks like we did find a compartment. All that we have to do is to rid it of its...stink.”

The four 1st becoming 2nd years glared at them. Maily crossed her arms, “I agree, Ivy. We need to get rid of the snakes.”

Albus stood up, “Why don’t you guys bother someone else! Or are you too busy trying to be James, Oliver, and Frank 2.0 to know how to make your own decision?”

“How dare you say our names you filthy little snake!”

Albus glared at them, “Yeah? And what’re you gonna do Colin? Hit some poor and defenseless kids?” He crossed his arms, “I mean, your brother did beat one up already.”

Colin shrugged, “She deserved it. Her father was a death eater. Just a matter of time before she, and they,” He pointed at the rest of the compartment, “Turn out just like their parents!”

Scorpius was quick to stand and be next to Albus. But before anything could happen they all heard the voice of Prefect Jerimiah Ecerson, “What’s going on here?!”

Maily turned around sharply, “Nothing!”

He raised an eyebrow, “Nothing?” He crossed his arms, “Well, from what I saw and heard, you three were threatening a group of kids that just finished their first year.” He laughed sarcastically, “That’s pretty low. Now go find another compartment to be in or I’ll give you all a detention for next year!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

He raised an eyebrow, “Try me.”

Maily’s smaller frame pushed out of Jerimiah’s way, “C’mon, let’s just go. We’ll find someone else.”

Colin and Ivy followed after her as Jerimiah looked at the four kids, “You kids alright?”

They nodded and he walked away, closing the compartment door. Albus sat back down next to Anne. And for the next few moments, no one spoke. That was until Scorpius spoke in a whisper, “My mum wasn’t.”

“What?”

Scorpius looked at Albus, they all could see the tears pricking in his own eyes. “My mum...she was never a death eater. And by technicality, neither was my grandmother. My father didn’t even want to become one.”

No one really knew what to say in response to that. Albus didn’t even register Anne laying her head back on his lap. Nor did he register her whispering how neither of her parents were death eaters either.

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The four kids had become five as Rohyn’s twin, Robyn joined them a little bit before they reached Kings Cross. They all stood on the platform, trying to locate their family’s.

“I think I see Felix over there.”

“Guess we know where to go.”

Robyn and Rohyn turned to the other three, Robyn gave them a small salute. “Anne, Scor, I shall see you at Aidan’s wedding. And Albus...hopefully I’ll see you at some point during the summer.”

As she walked away, Rohyn smirked, “Give Potter hell for us, eh?”

Albus nodded, “Will do.”

Anne looked at Albus, “I see my siblings running over here.” She pointed to where two little blonde girls, who Albus assumed were her little sisters, were running over here. “Anne-lease! Anne-lease!” The two yelled as they ran over to her.

She smiled and kneeled down, “Eden, Elena, I missed you!”

“We missed you!”

She kissed both of their heads, “Hey, I want you to meet my friend, Albus.” She stood up and pointed to Albus, “Eden, Elina, this is Albus. Albus, this is Elina and Eden.”

“Hi Albus!”

“Hi A-Al-Al. Hi Al!”

Albus smiled, “Hello!”

Eden turned to Scorpius, smile wide on her face, “Hi Scory!”

Scorpius smiled back at her, “Hey Eden! What’re you and your sister doing over here?”

“Our mama sent us!”

“Yeah, like Eda said, mama sent us!”

Anne hummed, “Well, if mum sent you two, I better go with you.” She turned back to Albus and wrapped her arms around Albus, “Promise you’ll write?��

“Everyday, you’ll get annoyed by how much I’ll write.”

She laughed, “I highly doubt that.” She brushed some hair out of her face, “I’ll let you know if I end up going to the World Cup. Bye Al,” She turned to Scorpius, “Bye Scorp.” She then took hold of her sister's hands and ran off with them.

Albus looked over at Scorpius, “Those had to be her youngest sisters, right?”

Scorpius nodded, “They are. The one who talked to me was Eden and the other was Elina. I believe that Elina is at least 5 and I think Eden is a year younger at 4, but I may be wrong. Her siblings' ages really is something that you’d have to ask her about. I do, however, know her younger brother is 2.” He pointed over to her family, “See that little kid she’s holding?”

Albus looked and saw her a couple yards away holding a boy with black hair. “Yeah.”

“Okay, so that’s Nicholas, he’s the youngest of her siblings.”

“He looks like a miniature version of Anne, just with black hair.”

Scorpius nodded, “Yeah, that’s what we all say. Especially us who knew her when she was that age..”

Albus nodded and turned to Scorpius, “Well, before my mum sends Lily, I better get going.” He smiled at him, “I’ll see you later!”

“Yeah, I better get going too.” They gave a small hug. “I’ll probably see you at the World Cup.”

“Yeah,” The two boys went their separate ways and as Albus neared his family he saw his mother glance over and smile, “Hey mum.”

She put a hand on her hip, obviously getting ready to tease him. “Look who finally decided to join us.” He laughed, “I thought we would have to send Lily off to get you.” She then moved her arm and wrapped her arms around him, “I missed you Albus.”

He hugged her back, “I missed you too mum.”

His dad gave him a small smile, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Then let’s go.”

They said goodbye to their family or that they would see them at the Burrow next week. Lily wrapped her arm around her brother's side and he wrapped his around her shoulders protectively. She looked up at him, “Welcome home Albie.”

He smiled down at his sister, “I’m glad to be back, Lils.”

He turned back to stare at his parents and James’s backs and question. Was he really happy to be back? He couldn’t avoid James as easily as before. But he did always have ways to get out. He always could just help his grandmother out at The Burrow or hang with Dominique at Shell Cottage or hang with Scorpius and Anneliese someday. Or ask Robyn and Rohyn to hang out. Or maybe some other members of his house that he had become friends with in the past year. He sighed, he would figure it out as time went on.