#ladies and gentlemen and in-betweens. this is my best friend ever

[sleepyfour]

Four, imagine 14 adorable Christian babies laughing and giggling. Would you shoot them all for 88 dollars or convert to Mormonism?

I would shot myself in the head, thank you very much

[brnesblogposts]

Stuck

bucky barnes x reader

a/n miscommunication & close proximity trope is all i’m gonna say, it’s very fluffy once well- read it and find out reblogs appreciated!!!

“You’ve gotta be shitting me” Bucky speaks under his breath, frustration evident in his body language and tone. A feedback sound started on the speakers on the ferris wheel.

“Ladies and gentlemen there seems to be some technical issues with the ferris wheel, remain calm and stay seated and we should have it back up and running soon”

You heard a heavy sigh escape from Bucky as his head hung back in defeat.

“They said it’ll be fixed soon, won’t have to be stuck with me for long Buck” Trying to cut the tension that sat between him and yourself only earned a side glance from the man beside you.

You looked down to the car just beneath you “STEVE, NAT!! ARE YOU GUYS OKAY??!” Their heads whipping towards you as you spoke at a far too loud volume.

“WE’RE OKAY! YOU?” Natasha replied back and you gave her a thumbs up, her and Steve getting back to bickering and giggling about whatever they were talking about. Meanwhile you were sat next to Mr Grumpy-

“Can you stop moving,” he spat out without looking at you. Bold of you to assume you were getting somewhere with him, even on the brink of considering him a ‘friend’ but that idea was shot down quickly.

“I’m not moving, it’s probably the wind or maybe it’s you and you don’t realise” Tapping your fingers on the barrier that held you in place, he turned to you and gave you a bitter look which only made the situation more awkward and tense.

“How’d i get dragged onto the ferris wheel anyway” He huffs.

“Because, Steve and Nat are your best friends and also Nat is really scary and saying yes was easier than saying no” You looked down at the two as you spoke, their flirting ever so obvious even from your height.

A few minutes passed where nobody said anything, you both avoided eye contact and it gave you time to reflect on what you could’ve done to make Bucky so impassive to you, you’d barely talked to him because if you tried he disregarded you or made an excuse to leave as soon as possible. You really wanted to be his friend too. It’s awkward when the four of you go out and Steve and Nat obviously want to do things together as a couple making you stuck with Bucky and him with you. At least being civil is all you want, for Bucky to be able to hold a conversation with you longer than a few seconds.

“Are you cold?” His voice broke you from your thoughts, you were shivering and you hadn’t realised as you were so deep in your head. You looked at the goosebumps on your arms and turned to him,

“I guess I am, yeah.” you laughed at your ignorance for not noticing your body temperature drop. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Bucky starting to take his jumper off.

“What are you doing?” You furrowed your brows at his action, there’s no way he was about to give that to you, he doesn’t even like you, you don’t think so anyway based on every interaction you’ve had with him ever.

“I’m giving you my sweater?” Now he was confused, it was quite obvious to him what he was doing, why else would he take off the jumper and sacrifice himself so you could be warm? He’s a gentleman first if anything. He got it over is head and handed it you, you took a second to take it as you were flabbergasted at his sudden kindness towards you.

“Oh.” You broke your gaze from him down to the jumper “Thank you,” you smiled gratefully and put the jumper on. The sleeves swallowed your hands, which helped because they were freezing before. Then you looked back at Bucky who now sat next to you in nothing but a black t-shirt “Are you not cold?” Once again furrowing your brows in his direction.

“Not as cold as you” He was looking straight ahead at the city view from your spot at the top of the ferris wheel. Reading his expression was impossible and you were really trying to—

“Okay well uh— thanks again.” You repeated your thanks as you snuggled into the jumper that now enveloped you, “So.. kinda awkward, huh?” You tried cracking a joke laughing a little as you did so which made Bucky turn to face you, analysing his features which you didn’t notice softened as he saw you smiling.

Bucky coughed awkwardly “Uh-“ He let out a small laugh too “Looks like Steve and Nat aren’t bothered by this disruption at all” His tone was lighter.

“Those two wouldn’t notice the world ending while they’re gazing at each other like that” You laughed again, Bucky liked that sound.

“So in love, it’s sickening” He retorted with a shake of his head and a smile which earned a glance from you, just a brief one before you looked back down at your sweater paws as they rested on the barrier, Bucky has noticed and he found it endearing, he felt warm whenever he saw you smile or heard you laugh and every time your thigh accidentally touched his due to your close proximity he swears a bolt of electricity travelled through him making his heart beat faster.

“I think it’s cute” You had a small pout on your face as you spoke, still looking down towards your two friends “imagine being stuck on a ferris wheel with someone you love, not the worst thing in the world in my opinion, it’s kind of like an impromptu date where you have no choice but to talk because the other option is incredibly awkward silence” You fiddled with the sleeves of the jumper.

“I guess, but what if you were trapped on a ferris wheel with someone you liked who you knew didn’t feel the same, that’s awkward all on its own” He was playing with a thread on his jeans as he spoke, you noticed.

“How would they know if the other person didn’t feel the same? Had they asked?” You inquired as the tension between you grew once again because the situation was too close to home.

“Isn’t asking embarrassing though?” Bucky asked breathily, like he was nervous.

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t?” He looked at you.

“I mean the worst that can happen is they say no and you’re sad for a bit but you’d move on eventually” You smiled but you weren’t looking at him.

“Right, yeah” He coughed awkwardly again and the silence resumed until he broke it about a minute later “Uhm” clearing his throat again Bucky decided it was now or never “Are you doing anything Friday night?” He closed his eyes for a brief second because there was no going back now.

“No, why?” You looked at him and smiled, maybe he’d finally be your friend, that was progress and you could work with that.

“Would you uh- like to get dinner with me? Like a date..?” He avoided your gaze as he asked.

“What” It caught you off guard and you responded without thinking.

“Fuck” He swore to himself “sorry forget I said anything, I don’t know what was going through my-“ He began to ramble.

“Bucky no I mean, I thought you didn’t like me” His head turned to face you as he thought about your words.

“What? No I do like you” He furrowed his brows thinking back on the interactions you’d had where he hadn’t realised he’d been so nervous it came off as rude. “Shit i’m sorry, i’ve been an ass to you now that I think about it, I wasn’t trying to though, I thought I was uh- I thought i was disguising my attraction to you well because i didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I guess it came off dickish” He internally slapped himself at his mistake

“Oh, OH” The realisation and his admission hit you “Awe, Bucky,” you laughed at how silly it all was, if you’d have just talked to each other sooner this could’ve been avoided “Bucky I would love to go to dinner with you” You smiled at the man.

The ferris wheel suddenly began again and you were on your way down, both smiling like idiots and laughing whenever you’d glance at each other, two idiots that had liked each other this whole time who didn’t know it. You both stepped off the car and down the stairs smiling and giggling still and approached Natasha and Steve,

“What the hell happened up there?” Natasha laughed because she had never seen the two of you so cosy before, Steve raised a brow but you two only burst out laughing again and started walking ahead of them and snickering as they both stared in confusion and disbelief.

[kamen20ghost]

Arcfall fail

Jaune sister had come to visit and he was hanging out with his best friend ren and girlfriend cinder who she meeting for the first time.

jaune: Hey guys this is saphron. This is cinder and you both know ren. I’m get something to drink do you guys want anythin.

Saphron: waters good.

Jaune: Ok. *Walk out of the room into the kitchen.*

Saphron: Hi! *Looks over to cinder.* your really pretty

Cinder: *Intimidated* duh sarha was it?

Saphron: Saphron

Ren:*Look between the Girls with a smile on his face.* This going to be so good.

Cinder: so… how long have you know jaune?

Saphron: practically my whole life.

Cinder: huh that weird.

Ren: Wait for it.

Cinder: He’s never mentioned you before.

Ren: *Pretending to hold a mic like a commentator.* Cinder comes in with a right hook will saphron retaliate.

Saphron: Funny I could say the same about you.

Ren: Saphron holds her ground and the crowd, waited for the next move.

Cinder: Slightly annoyed. Haha funny girl, huh. So how’d you meet?

Saphron: my mom introduced us. How long have you know jaune?

Cinder: for like 3 years now

Saphron: Huh doesn’t ring a bell actually, I don’t think he’s ever mentioned you. At least not by name.

Ren: Saphron wipes, the floor with cinder. Will she recover?

Cinder: I doubt he would talk to you. I’m the only girl in his life you bitch.

Ren: oOoOoOoo the crowds settles as the stand off continues.

Cinder: This is my boyfriend’s apartment.

Saphron: *Understands what happening.* Ooooooooo…

Ren: Ladies and gentlemen saphron has connected the dots will cinder catch on?

Cinder: *Still oblivious.* That right, I’m his girlfriend you tramp. I don’t know what you think you’re doing here but you need to leave.

Ren: *Grinning at how cinder messed up big time.* The stakes raise, does cinder realize what she doing?

Saphron: *Having fun before the revel.* You know what I think I have heard of you.

Ren: *Really excited.* The crowd waits for the final shoe to drop

Cinder: *Is angry.* Of course you have. Because I’m the only woman in his life, now leave.

Saphron: *With a smirk on her face.* Hey jaune can you text mom and let her know that i’m here.

Jaune: *Comes back from the kitchen with her water and heard what saphron said.* Already did and here you go also I’m glad you’re getting along with my sister. I was a little worried not gonna lie.

Ren: The crowd goes crazy as cinder stands there with her dick in her hand.

Cinder: *Surprise mix with worry.* Sister?!

Saphron: *Grabs her drink.* Thank you jaune and yup

Cinder: *Trying to do damage control.* Wow you’re so pretty.

Saphron: Tired of Cinder’s BS. Nope too late. *Turns to her brother best friend.* Ren which one is she?

Ren: *Looks over to Cinder smirking.* Saphron makes her final move.

Cinder: *Very confused.* Which one what do you mean which one?

Saphron: I’m trying to figure out which one you were on the roster. Is she the rebound or the one who sharts in her sleep?

Ren: *Is bowing repeatedly.* All hail saphron she is the god of retaliation.

Cinder: look I’m so sorry! Please don’t tell jaune!

Ren: ladies and gentlemen in an unseen sight. Cinder grovels for forgiveness will saphron accept?

Saphron: *Smirking evilly.* This is gonna be fun.

Ren: oh my god that terrifying you should really be worried.

Cinder: *Hopefull.* So am I forgiven?

Saphron: For a price.

Cinder: Oaky fine I’ll pay anything. What’s the price?

jaune: *Was texting with his mom so didn’t notice what was happen.* hey mom wants us home for dinner. You ready? *Makes his way to the front door.*

Saphron: yup ta-ta Cinder I’ll see you later. * Follows after jaune.*

Ren: *Chuckling.* You’re so screwed.

Cinder: *Waves them off and glares at Ren.* Ren what the fuck?

Ren: ok let not pretend you did not have that coming.

Cinder: why didn’t you warn me that she was his sister.

Ren: let’s also not pretend like where friends okay

Cinder: ugh whatever

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | feb 29 address | words 1881

hi, so this one is so fucking long, i don’t even know how it happened. anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it :3

first part | previous part

Reg

So

Will you be there tonight?

James looked at the message he received almost half an hour ago and for the hundredth time deleted his response.

‘Of course I’ll be there’ sounded too eager. ��Yeah’ was out of question with it being too dry. ‘I’ll try to make it’ was just mean, like when you have a big event at school and your parents say that exact line, and you just feel like shit. So he sat there, on his couch, contemplating how to answer the man he apparently fancies. He thought the crush went away with them going separate ways after school, but oh well. With just one dinner, all the feelings came back, making him feel like a teenager again.

He deleted another answer when Regulus texted him again.

Reg

You know I can see you typing then changing your mind over and over again, right?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his chance to keep this from getting any weirder.

James

yeah i know sorry about that

and answering the first question yes ill be there

:)

With that, he threw his phone as far away from himself as he could and went to have a crisis while taking a shower. And don’t get him wrong - he really wanted to be there, to see the art Regulus makes, but at the same time he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He liked Reg, he wanted to get to know him again after all those years they haven’t talked. And yet, he was still afraid he would fuck it up somehow.

“No you won’t” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “You won’t, just pull yourself together. And don’t act weird, just… be who you are. If he doesn’t like it, back off.”

After that little motivational talk, James started to get ready properly. He did his skincare routine, tried to (and failed) tame the nest on his head, also known as hair, and went to the closet to find something suitable for the occasion. How does one even dress for opening?

Having no better option, James decided to do the most stupid thing he could do.

“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked without any greeting. On the other side he heard the most feral laughter ever and just groaned at it. “It’s not funny, I really don’t know!” the laughter became even more hysterical, so James just stood in the middle of his closet, waiting for Sirius to calm down.

“Oh god, this is too good” his best friend chuckled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to impress my brother or what?”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone, I just… what should I wear? To not look like an idiot?” more giggles from Sirius.

“Yeah, well, me and Moony are going in our usual clothes, so maybe something in between?”

“You mean I should go as a slutty grandpa?” James grumbled. His bestie just barked another laugh at that.

“Yes, exactly! Hope I helped, gotta go, see you there” and the call ended.

It actually did help, to his surprise. He put on a maroon turtleneck, paired it with suit trousers and his favourite red converse. The entire outfit, although simple, seemed to emphasise his muscles, giving the exact result James was aiming for. He put three golden hoops in his ear and finally felt ready.

Grabbing the phone from the armchair it landed on, James check if Regulus sent any new messages - he did.

Reg

I’m glad.

Don’t overdress, it’s a casual event, nothing fancy.

Do you know where to go?

Should I send you the address?

?

Hello?

Are you alive?

James, it’s been more than an hour, are you alright?

James smiled at all of this, quickly replying with ‘yes everythings good the shower took longer than it should pls send the address’.

***

He arrived at a small local art gallery, where the opening took place. As soon as James got out of his car, Remus and Sirius spotted him, practically running in his direction. The shorter man, dressed in a silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and tight jeans (all black, of course), jumped into his arms, screaming excitedly, like he hasn’t seen him in a while (since yesterday). From behind, Sirius’ fiancé rolled his eyes, smirking at their antics.

“Fancy seeing you here, Prongs” Remus said cheekily, when the long-haired man came to his side. It was James’ turn to roll his eyes.

“Are we coming in or are we just gonna stand here and freeze?” Sirius asked, snuggling closer to Remus.

“You should’ve dressed accordingly to the weather. I’m feeling petty so - Moony, would you mind giving me a fag?” James chirped sweetly, batting his lashes at the taller man.

He didn’t give him the cigarette, what’s with his shivering partner, so they just walked in to the gallery.

James spotted Regulus immediately. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white collar sticking out from under it, black trousers and low Docs. He looked innocent and hot at the same time. He could see the younger man noticing him, too, when his lips turned into a little smile.

“Hi, Little Star” Reg snorted at that, and that was all he had to do to get himself a wide grin from James.

“Hello, James. Thank you for coming” came the slightly amused answer. They scanned each other for a second. From up close Regulus looked even better, James thought.

“You look good, I mean, like, very good” Reg chuckled softly at that and the other man melted a little.

“You look good, too” younger man replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

Their moment was interrupted by Sirius barging in, saying how proud of his little brother he is, while ruffling Reg’s hair. Even though he didn’t like it, Regulus hasn’t voiced his displeasure. It was nice of him, really.

Not long after, some professor welcomed everyone from the middle of the room, talking about all the hard work his students put into this exhibition and how glad he was to see so many people coming to appreciate that work. Some ovations. Then they were free to admire the pieces. Most of them were paintings, but there were also sculptures and some photographs.

The theme of the exhibition was ‘love’, so the students presented how they perceived it - some in a cute way, whit elderly couples sitting on a bench or some places they loved, but there were also darker ones, presenting the topic as suffocating or painful. James felt sorry for all those people who suffered because of something that should have been beautiful.

When they finally reached Regulus’ pieces James felt something warm crawling inside his chest. He didn’t immediately understand them, since Reg created abstract art, but the longer he looked the more he could see. On the first one there were spots of paint that must’ve been two cuddled figures in the dark place, surrounded by a little light, just around them, like a halo. James thought it must represent how Regulus felt about his brother, what was confirmed as he spotted Sirius’ eyes glistening in the bright lights of the gallery.

The second one was brighter, like it was some kind of meadow maybe? There also were smudges of paint in different colours - some of them lighter others darker. Those probably were Regulus’ friends and James had an urge to comment on that one.

“That’s so cute. They must’ve loved it so much” he said, looking down at Regulus. “Where are they, by the way?”

“They will come later, when there’s not so many people so we can really discuss others works” the younger man replied simply. “We’ll probably just end up laughing at them, really” he added with a shrug.

At that James pretend to be outraged, gasping and putting a hand to his chest.

“Oh! Am I not worthy of laughing at other people’s art with you? Tell me how can I be granted this privilege, I’ll do anything!” He kept up his act, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders, bending his knees like a sufferer begging for water.

The younger of Black brother looked at him, trying real hard to not look amused, but his eyes were giving him away.

“You’re pathetic” he said, not even a little bite to it. To be honest he sounded a little like he was enjoying James’ antics.

“Yet, you like me so much you managed to rob your own brother of my number” James said it like he was plotting something. “And you wanted to rob me of my time, the audacity.”

“Please stop” the shorter man buried his face in his hands. “Don’t mention it ever again” he added, a little muffled by the hands. He had really nice hands, James noticed.

“Oh, I will not stop till the day I die.”

They moved to the third piece and- oh. James might not be the brightest person alive, but he knew what was on the last painting. It was similar to the other two they saw earlier, smudges of paint in different shades creating two figures. The figures were hugging, not like the first ones, but more like lovers trying to become one. One person was rather pale, contrasting with the other who looked tanned. Their hair was black and deep brown, respectively.

James looked at it with awe, felt the butterflies waking up in his stomach and flying freely all over his body. He looked at Regulus, but the other man hasn’t met his eyes, staring straight ahead at his work. James noticed he turned a pretty shade of reddish pink on every bit of his face. His own lips turned into a big fucking grin. He wanted to reach out, touch Regulus, hug him, anything really.

Unfortunately, from behind him came Sirius’ gasp and then excited “Oh my god, Reggie, you painted me and Moony? Oh, that is so lovely, can I have it later?”

James, Remus and Regulus looked at the man at the same time, each one with a deep frown, not believing how delusional Sirius is. As if they shared a brain cell, all three of them nodded in agreement to not lead him astray.

Regulus cleared his throat, and turning to his brother he said “Yes, that’s you and Remus, and no, you cannot take it.”

As the older turned to stare daggers at the younger, they just started bickering about who should have the painting, Remus and James looking at them with amusement.

After some time Regulus’ friends came and the three older man ushered to exit so the younger guys could have fun together. Just before they left, James approached Regulus one last time, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Sirius and Moony, huh?” it earned him an eye roll and a sheepish ‘shut up’. He just smiled wider and leaned down to whisper in Reg’s ear, feeling the black-haired man’s breath hitching “Text me when you get home.”

With that he walked backwards in the general direction of the exit, still looking at Regulus who looked positively stunned. James winked at him and Reg, after waking from the haze, flipped him off. James just chuckled at that loudly, turning to the door.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

I see you have your requests open. Maybe something about reader getting majorly injured? Like car accident or something. And the boyfriend Eddie hearing about it?

Request by @mugloversonly 💌💞

Eddie found out about your accident in the middle of Hellfire. The club was knee deep in the current campaign, he has thrown himself into it since you had been gone for two days at a cheer competition.

He never expected that the first time he would fall in love (after many cynical years of believing it to be a load of bullshit) that it would be with someone from the dark side.

But you were different from Jason and the rest, Eddie fell for you instantly as you did for him. Six months later and he was still in a blissful state. He missed you like crazy and he couldn't wait to see you tomorrow when you were back from the competition.

Suddenly Dustin's walkie talkie crackles to life and he hears Steve Harrington's voice.

"Dustin, I just heard from Robin who's friends with Alice on the cheer team. Princess was in an accident" Eddie doesn't hear much after that. In fact his blood runs cold and he immediately jumps into action.

"Gentlemen and lady, he nods to Erica' We will have to reconvene another time" all he can think about is getting to you.

All he heard was the word accident and he was taken back to when he heard the news that his mom died. He feels as numb as he did at six years old when he realised his mom wasn't coming home.

His eyes blur and he wipes the tears away hastily. No. You would be fine this wasn't like that. He wishes he'd asked how you got injured but Eddie reacted before he could do so.

He drives to the hospital in blind panic and argues with the nurse on reception that confirms you arrived at the hospital half an hour ago.

The frustration is building. He just wants to see you and hold you. Before he can argue some more Chief Jim Hopper has his hand on Eddie's shoulder to calm him.

"It's okay son, she's fine. I'll take you to see her okay?" Eddie nods as relief seeps into his bones.

"What happened?" He demands and Jim explains that when you and some of your cheer friends went for a celebratory dinner after winning the competition, a reckless driver nearly drove into your path. You moved at the last second but fell on the pavement and broke your arm.

"I've already arrested the little punk" Hopper confirms before Eddie can think of making the dickhead driver suffer.

Hopper has to restrain Eddie the minute he sees the guy being led out of the ward he was on in handcuffs, there's not a scratch on him and Eddie feels his anger rise again.

Only the thought of seeing you keeps him calm.

As soon as he sees you he's at your side at once. You're fast asleep, arm in a sling and he feels a rush to protect you from anything that could ever hurt you. He never wants to see you lying on a hospital bed again, the thought physically pains him.

Gently he takes your hand and reaches down to kiss your forehead. This wakes you and you smile brightly even though you must be in pain.

"Eddie" he exhales in relief when your beautiful eyes focus on him. He's so happy that you're awake but he's still furious at the dickhead who put you in here in the first place.

He's not a violent guy but if he ever got his hands on the asshole, then there would be hell to pay.

"Princess, I was so worried" a moment passes between the two of you where you both cling to each other, soothed by each other's presence.

"I'm okay, my arm is broken and I have a few bruises but I'm fine, might need my handsome boyfriend to play doctor for a couple of weeks" you tease and he chuckles, he'd do anything for you.

"I'll be the best doctor you've ever seen sweetheart, might spoil my patient a little bit though" (well a lot)

He will make sure you're comfortable, loved and that you don't have to lift a finger, this whole situation could have been a whole lot worse and he's just grateful that his princess will be okay.

♥️♥️♥️

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | mature | 2.1k | tags: mutual pining, Eddie/OMC (nothing explicit), memory of the past | second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past | @steddielovemonth prompts Love is keeping a spare sweater/blanket in the car because they always get cold by @steddieasitgoes and Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask ❤️by @steddieas-shegoes | AO3)

Steve thinks that making out with Eddie on the dance floor at Dustin and El's wedding is probably not the most polite thing to do. Especially as the best man.

But boy, is it hard to stop once they start kissing, twenty years of longing and dreaming all flowing into an almost desperate need to get closer and closer. Eddie kisses Steve like he wants to crawl inside him so he'll never have to leave again, and by God, Steve wants him to. Now that he's finally feeling Eddie, tasting him, he's not sure he can ever give it up.

It reminds him of Christmas Eve '93.

He was in Hawkins for the holidays, staying with Claudia and Dustin, as he had done every year since he and Robin had moved to Chicago in '87. His parents usually spent the holidays in Florida anyway, claiming the weather was more to their liking. He had a standing invitation to join them there, but Steve never took them up on it.

He'd rather spend Christmas with his real family.

So every year, on the day before Christmas, their little close-knit group would come over to Joyce and Hopper's house and gather for a family dinner. It was a tradition, almost an unspoken rule. Christmas Eve was spent at the Byers-Hopper residence.

Even Eddie would come, come hell or high water. In fact, he once told Steve that it was part of every contract he had signed since their first record deal in '88. Eddie would have time off between December 23rd and New Year's. The rest of the year was pretty unpredictable; they never knew when they would get a chance to talk to Eddie on the phone or even see him in person, but Christmas Eve was set in stone.

The last time Steve had seen Eddie in person had been at Dustin's graduation in May. Eddie had come all the way from LA just to see Dustin graduate, and Steve had been so excited to see him. More so than usual, since Steve had just graduated from teaching after drifting aimlessly for a while before deciding to go to community college to become a teacher.

He was also single for the first time in a long time. And he had thought that maybe this could be their chance. For a future together. Because Steve could teach in LA just as well as he could in Chicago. Or maybe Eddie could make music while living in Chicago; the city had a great music scene and recording studios as well. It wouldn't matter where, just that it was them.

Steve had never stopped hoping.

That's why he'd wanted to ask Eddie out while they watched the kid they kinda co-parented graduate. Only the words had died in his mouth the second he realized that Eddie hadn't come alone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tom. Tom, these are my friends, Dustin, Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, El, Robin and Steve."

"You're a friend of Eddie's too?" Dustin had asked the guy, and Steve marveled at how dense their token genius could be sometimes.

Tom had smiled at Dustin and taken Eddie's hand. "His boyfriend, actually. Is that okay with you guys?"

No, Steve had wanted to say, piss off.

But he hadn't. Instead, he had avoided Eddie and Tom altogether, barely exchanging more than a few words with Eddie and ignoring the hurt look Eddie gave him whenever Steve pretended to be too busy to talk to him. It was for the best, really.

Their Christmas Eve gathering was a family affair, no outsiders allowed. It meant that Steve would at least not have to deal with watching Tom all night, enjoying what Steve himself had hoped to have one day: Eddie's love.

But even without Tom physically being there, he was like a ghost haunting him. It wasn't even that Eddie talked much about him or anything like that. In fact, he was too busy asking Steve questions about his new job as a middle school teacher and about the cat he and Robin had adopted and how their crazy neighbor was doing.

It made it easier to forget about Tom. The eggnog helped, too, and by the time he had finished his fourth glass, he was leaning heavily against Eddie's side, warm and cozy and surrounded by his still familiar smell. It almost felt like back in '86, before LA. When they drove Eddie's van to the quarry and lay on a mattress in the back with the doors open, looking at the night sky.

Eddie always kept a spare blanket in the van, just for Steve, because Steve always, always forgot his jacket. By the end of September, when Eddie had left, the blanket had begun to smell of them both.

"This is nice," Steve said, his tongue loose and his inhibitions low. "Just like the van, remember?"

Eddie's arm was on the back of the couch behind Steve, and he used it to pull Steve even closer. "Yeah."

And then, in a lower voice, "I missed you, Stevie."

When Tom stood in the doorway to pick up Eddie, reality came crashing down on him.

Everything went downhill after that.

Because after Eddie and Tom left, Steve decided he couldn't stay a minute longer either. He couldn't handle the laughter and joy, and especially the worried looks Robin was sending his way. So he told everyone that he was walking home to get some fresh air and to clear his head of the eggnog.

"Are you sure? I can drive you. Or you can stay with me at my parents'; you know they wouldn't mind."

"Thanks, Robbie, but I want to be alone for a little while, okay? Just for tonight. We'll talk tomorrow, I promise."

She gave him a long, searching look before nodding and pulling him into a tight hug. "Take care of yourself, okay? I need my best friend."

His downfall was the bar on the way to the Henderson house, because he had just enough money in his pocket to get sufficiently shitfaced.

And just enough spare change to call Eddie from the pay phone outside.

It rang for several long minutes, and Steve was almost ready to hang up and try again when a sleepy voice on the other end grumbled, "This better be important."

"Eddiiieee," Steve cheered, "thought you wouldn't pick up. Thought maybe you were too busy screwing Tom to answer the phone." Steve slurred his words badly and wondered if Eddie could even understand what he was saying.

"Jesus, Stevie, you're drunk as a skunk! What happened?"

"You," Steve whispered, and then louder. "'Nothin'. Just, y'know, spending Christmas Eve alone and drunk. Got to get used to that, I guess."

There was a long silence on the other end, and Steve would have thought Eddie had hung up if not for the sound of his breathing.

"Eddie?" Steve had to ask, the silence between them worse than anything he could imagine.

"Where are you?" Eddie had asked suddenly, and Steve had just enough time to tell him before the line went truly silent and the dial tone rang through the speaker, the phone demanding more coins Steve didn't have.

Cursing under his breath, he leaned his head against the glass of the phone booth and pinched his nose to keep the tears at bay.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, Eddie's hand was on his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Steve, hey. Stevie, come on, wake up. Time to get you home."

Blinking up at Eddie, Steve was sure he must be dreaming. "Eddie? What -?"

"You sounded like you needed someone, so I came. Come on, you must be freezing, man, you're shaking."

"Am I?" Steve asked, his voice sounding dazed, and Eddie sighed. With an arm around Steve's waist, he led him over to his old van. The one he'd left behind after his first visit to Hawkins after moving west, realizing it wouldn't survive the trip back. Wayne was taking care of it so that it would still be able to drive short distances in and around Hawkins, ensuring that Eddie would always have a ride when he visited.

"Your chariot awaits, my prince," Eddie said, helping Steve inside. It still smelled like it did back then. The inside of the old van had a distinct aroma that mixed the musty scent of the worn upholstery with the lingering hints of herbal sweetness and Eddie's cologne. It felt like a snapshot from his memory, as if no time had passed since he had last sat here.

God, Steve had missed this car.

He patted the dashboard clumsily but lovingly. "I missed you, baby."

"Did you just tell my car you missed her?" Eddie asked incredulously.

Steve pouted at him as Eddie turned the ignition and the engine roared to life. "She's a lady, Eds. You said so yourself. And she was always there for us."

Eddie's eyes were soft as he looked over at Steve.

"You're right, Stevie. She was." And then he leaned to the side and turned in his seat to rummage in the back until he emerged with a burgundy blanket. He draped it over Steve with gentle hands until only Steve's head was sticking out. "You're still shaking."

Steve was too stunned for words, and maybe that was better, because Eddie had shifted into drive and pulled onto the blissfully empty streets of Hawkins.

It was Steve's blanket. The one Eddie had put in the van for him.

The drive over to the Henderson's was a quiet one, both men lost in their thoughts. It was only when Eddie pulled up to the curb in front of the house that Steve spoke again, his brain a little more alert than when he had called Eddie.

"Thanks, Eds. You didn't have to do that," he told Eddie as earnestly as he could while feeling like the car was still moving underneath him.

"I know. I wanted to, though. I'll always want to, you don't have to ask."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's you." He said it so simply, as if it were just another fact. The sun rises in the east, monsters exist, and Eddie would always be there when Steve needed him, even when he didn't ask.

"Kiss me," Steve begged, suddenly desperate in a way he couldn't understand. All he knew was that if he let Eddie go right now, this moment between them would be over and he would have lost Eddie.

Again.

"Please, Eddie." His voice broke at Eddie's name.

A soft touch on his cheek, feather light as calloused fingers caressed his skin before a warm hand cupped his cold face.

"I can't," Eddie whispered even as he leaned in, his eyes so dark they looked almost black.

Steve leaned forward as well, willing to meet Eddie halfway, something he wished he'd done so much sooner.

"Why?" Almost inaudibly.

"Because I don't think I could stop if I kissed you now," Eddie replied, pressing a tender kiss to Steve's forehead, right between his eyebrows. "Go inside, Stevie. Sleep it off. You'll feel better in the morning."

And Steve went, if only to hide the tears on his face.

He didn't feel better the next day. Or the day after that.

It was a year before he spoke to Eddie again.

"Remember Christmas Eve '93?" Steve asks Eddie after they finally break apart.

Eddie's eyes are glazed and it takes him a second to get his bearings. He makes a questioning sound, clearly trying to catch up with where Steve's mind had gone, but then his face clears.

"Of course. God, you have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you that night. It took everything in me to let you go."

"I wish you had. I wanted you to."

"I know, sweetheart. But you were also really drunk and upset, and I had a boyfriend. And even though he wasn't you, I didn't want to hurt him. He didn't deserve that. But most of all, I didn't want to make you the other guy. I remember how much you hated your dad cheating on your mom, and I couldn't make you a part of something like that."

Steve kisses him again to show Eddie that he understands and that he's grateful. Because it's true, he wanted Eddie to choose him, but not like that. Not by hurting someone else like that.

"But I loved you then. Which I guess wasn't fair to Tom either, but I just didn't know how not to."

"I know. I think a part of me knew then, too. Which made it hurt even more."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. What did you say in your toast? 'If you're willing to take the long and winding road, you know that whatever's at the other end is worth it.' You are worth it."

Later, in Steve's hotel room, sweaty and sticky and still catching his breath, Eddie vows to show Steve every day that he's worth it. That they're worth it.

[blueraineshadows]

Brothers Part 12

Garreth Weasley 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️Oscar Weasley

A love rivalry between two Weasley brothers. Oscar is an OC created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission.

🔞 NSFW series. Chapter Master List.

Chapter Twelve - Birthday Boy

A cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and MC looked up from her bowl of porridge to see Garreth arriving, his cheeks flushing pink as he grinned at his fellow housemates. A few party popping crackers were let loose and confetti sprayed upwards, fluttering down over Garreth as his friends all began to sing Happy Birthday to him.

MC smiled as she watched, chuckling as he made a little bow once the song had ended. Gifts and hugs were thrust upon him as he tried to take a seat, and then there was a rousing call for him to give a speech. After all, it wasn't every day that a young wizard came of age.

"Oh, I would just die of embarrassment if you made me do this," Poppy giggled as she craned her neck to get a better look. "The whole school is watching him! Poor Garreth."

It was nice to have her friend sitting with her at the table for a change. More often these days, Poppy sat with Sebastian, which was understandable, but MC missed her being there beside her.

"Poor Garreth?" MC scoffed as she watched him climb up onto the bench so he could stand above everyone else, his arms held out wide as he grinned. She smirked. "He's loving every minute of this. Look at him."

"Ladies and gentlemen, students and professors," Garreth began, with a nod towards the faculty table. Professor Black looked like he had just swallowed a live Billywig, and Sharp appeared to be getting ready to hold his head in his hands. "I would just like to take the opportunity to thank you all for your kind wishes on this most joyous of days, although being woken up with exploding snappers being thrown onto my bed was not how I expected my day to begin."

A rumble of laughter sounded from the Quidditch lads, and Garreth gave them a rather sarcastic round of applause.

"At least you had your pants on this time, Weasley!" Leander called.

More laughter erupted, and Professor Black was on his feet, a rather red-faced Professor Weasley trying to reassure him as she, too, got to her feet. MC and Poppy exchanged a glance before chuckling themselves, MC trying not to picture what that scene might look like or how fluffy and messy Garreth's hair would look when he woke up. She cleared her throat and stirred her porridge aimlessly as Garreth continued his speech.

"Seeing as it's my birthday, and I am now officially an adult, I want to take the opportunity to invite you lovely lot to the Three Broomsticks this evening for some good old-fashioned fun. All in good taste, of course."

He hastily added that last part with a wink as he saw his aunt hurrying down off the dais towards him. Hands grabbed at him to get him down, and he almost toppled in his haste to perform a courtly bow with extra flourish as Professor Weasley began to scold him. The cheer that erupted was deafening as he jumped down, and MC shook her head and laughed.

"You are going tonight, aren't you?" Poppy asked.

"Of course," MC said, returning to her porridge. "Garreth would never forgive me if I didn't. Besides, I've spent the best part of the last few days helping him and Sebastian prepare those special brews. I want to have fun sampling them, too."

Poppy grinned and clapped her hands together. "Oh, it's so exciting, and I am so glad to see you getting out and having fun. I was worried you might not go, you know, because of Oscar..."

MC's smile slipped a little as her gaze returned to the Gryffindor table, her eyes seeking out a different head of red hair. Yes. Oscar.

He was laughing with his friends as they continued to lavish attention on the birthday boy, looking as handsome as ever, and her chest tightened. She had been avoiding him, holding off the inevitable time when they would have to face each other properly again. She knew it had been the right choice to leave him, but that didn't mean it was easy.

Oscar's head turned, and his lovely blue eyes met hers. Their gazes locked for a moment, a flicker of sadness and longing in his that made the tightness in her chest increase. She felt her cheeks warm, remembering softer moments shared with him, but they were over now. She managed a small smile, polite and maybe a little sad, too. Then, she dropped her gaze, not wanting to prolong eye contact.

It was the most interaction they'd had since she had ended things, and she knew it would be impossible to avoid him at the party later. She didn't want to make things awkward, nor did she want to fall out with him. She had needed the space apart, but would it hurt to be friends? Would he want that?

Finishing up her breakfast, she got to her feet with the intention of getting some library time before her first class of the day. As she passed by the Gryffindor table, a hand shot out to grab her arm, she halted and looked down into twinkling, green eyes. Garreth’s smile filled his face, and she couldn't help but return it.

"Happy Birthday!" She said, her smile turning into a laugh. "Great speech, by the way."

"Why, thank you!" He got to his feet, arms spread open, fingers gesturing for her to get closer. "Come on, where's my birthday hug? You're not escaping out of here before giving me one."

MC stared at him, lips parting. It was just a hug, nothing to get all worked up about, they had hugged before. And yet, her cheeks warmed as she stepped forward into his arms, her hands gripping lightly at his back as he enveloped her in warmth and a tight squeeze.

He rocked them slightly, his scent filling her nose, her body far too aware of being pressed against him, especially in front of the whole school. It didn’t make her panic, though, or feel the urge to pull away. If anything, she wanted to lean into it more, burying her face into the warm, inviting crook of his neck and soaking up the safety she knew she would find there. Instinctively, her fingers gripped the back of his robe a little tighter, subtly squeezing him back.

He made a humming sound of content and then pulled back, a wide grin on his face, their eyes meeting with softness. "Best birthday hug so far."

"So far? Are you planning on receiving many more, then?"

"What can I say? I love a cuddle, and today is the perfect excuse to indulge in some," he said.

Evidently, as his arms were still loosely around her. It was very difficult to not be caught up in their effortless warmth. Ever since the moment they had shared with the Thestral in the forest, there had been an even stronger closeness between them. It was unspoken, but definitely there.

Realising their embrace had probably lingered for too long had her eyes straying over Garreth’s shoulder to where the Quidditch boys were sitting at the table. Oscar was watching them with those lovely, blue eyes of his. Only they weren't sparkling with his usual good humour and charm. They were sad and dull, narrowed as he watched them. MC became all too aware of how closely she was standing with Garreth, and despite her and Oscar parting ways, guilt still pulled at her.

MC cleared her throat and slipped out from Garreth's arms, giving them a little squeeze before she stepped back, smile fixed in place.

"Can I come and find you later before the party?” She asked, wanting to give him his gift in privacy.

"Of course!” He beamed. “I will be collecting the party brews later this afternoon after classes. You know where to find me.”

Indeed, she did.

....*....

The common room was cosy with a roaring fire, and students were milling about. Oscar rubbed his hands together, warming them up after walking back from the beast enclosures. His cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, but he had enjoyed being outside with the animals. There was something very enjoyable about spending time there lately, and he had found himself returning often.

As he passed by the fireplace, he caught sight of Garreth perched in his favourite spot, his journal open, and his head bent forward as he wrote in it. Beside him sat a box of Honeydukes sweets, no doubt a gift, and Oscar's lips twitched with a smile. He remembered many birthdays before this one where Garreth would get so excited to see boxes of sweets waiting for him.

Before they came to Hogwarts, Garreth would leap from his bed on his birthday, not even pausing to pull socks onto his feet against the freezing cold, before bounding down the stairs to see what waited for him on their scrubbed kitchen table.

Garreth always found the joy in life. Their family were by no means well off, unlike other pure bloods. They were simple farmers with a modest home. While gifts were more practical or homemade, Garreth found them pleasing enough, his eyes lighting up and his smile wide as he hugged his thanks. Even now, a proper adult as of today, Garreth accepted the love and attention bestowed upon him with smiling eyes and returned every hug and best wishes with enthusiasm.

Oscar paused to study his brother for a moment, a man now, his shoulders widened, and his legs long. His freckled hands blessed with long, graceful fingers, his normally rounded cheeks slimming down into chiselled, handsome lines that made girls turn to look. He had never thought to envy his younger brother before. But today he did. He envied his jovial outlook, his ability to look on the bright side. He envied the light-hearted outlook he had with no pressure on his shoulders to be the best. He was grateful for his lot, warm and generous, with a heart so big he had room for anyone who was willing to share it.

No wonder MC looked at him the way she did.

Oscar swallowed down the disappointment, still trying to come to terms with the loss of MC, and it wasn't helped when he witnessed moments such as this morning in the Great Hall. Garreth had received hugs from fellow students, but none had lingered as long as the time MC was in his arms. Their eyes had only been for each other, their smiles lit with the same soft warmth.

Oscar had noticed she could barely look at him, and it felt like a punch to the gut. He missed her.

Attempting to push those thoughts to one side, he moved around to lean over the back of the settee, reaching to ruffle his brother's soft locks and he got the familiar slap to the hand. He grinned at twinkling green eyes.

"How's the birthday going, brother? Are you all ready for tonight?"

"Absolutely! The brews are ready if you want to make a purchase before we head out," Garreth said, closing his journal and pocketing his pencil. “I'm going to fetch them shortly.”

"Purchase? But, I'm family! Surely, I qualify for a freebie."

Garreth chuckled and shook his head. "Business is business, Oscar. Seb and I worked our socks off to get those brews ready. We expect to turn a profit tonight, and we won't do that by giving them away for free, family, or not."

Oscar eyed Garreth as he stood, pondering over this underground potion business he had on the go. Instead of complaining about their family’s lack of gold, or just going without as they had often been forced to do growing up, Garreth was taking matters into his own hands and trying to find his own way. Oscar wasn't sure he liked the idea of him doing it with that smug Slytherin, Sallow, but he was proud of Garreth nonetheless.

"Carry on like this, brother, and you'll be putting old Pippin out of a job," he said.

Garreth came around the settee to stand with him, a little smirk on his lips. He gave Oscar a wink. "Maybe that's the grand plan."

Oscar chuckled and put his arm around his shoulders as they headed for the dormitory stairs. If it was his grand plan, he didn't doubt him. He was sure Garreth could achieve whatever he put his mind to, and Oscar would support him in any way he could. What else were big brothers for?

....*....

With two varieties of alcohol punch brews on offer, Garreth was feeling rather pleased with their efforts as he and Sebastian finished off filling the potion bottles and putting them in little crates. The profit to be gained if they sold them all would be worth the hours spent.

The cheeky grin he shared with Sebastian as they looked at their hard work was worth it, too. Despite the grumbles from Oscar and Leander, Garreth appreciated the friendship he had developed with Sebastian and wasn’t about to give it up.

"This has actually been rather fun making these," Garreth said. He gave his Slytherin friend a pat on the back. "I appreciate all your help, mate."

Sebastian smiled and rubbed his hands together. "I've had fun too, if you must know. I wouldn't be opposed to doing this more often, especially if we cash in. I've got some ideas on some other potions we could offer if you fancy it."

"Sounds good to me," Garreth nodded. "Let's get these stowed away safely ready for later, an enlarged pocket charm should do the trick. We can take some each and sell them quietly. Best not upset Sirona after she has generously allowed us to take over the Broomsticks this evening."

The rarely used bathroom continued to be their brewing hiding spot, but if they were going to do this long term, they would probably need to find a better place of operations. Garreth was thinking over some options when the bathroom door opened, and they both turned to see who had entered, their eyes wide with panic at the prospect of being caught.

It was MC, her smiling face a most welcome sight as she closed the door behind her. She had a parcel under her arm, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a green ribbon, that she held up with a twinkle in her eye.

"Hello, gentlemen. I have a special delivery for the birthday boy," she said, coming closer towards them and eyeing the little crates. "Oh, these look good. Are you all done? I was going to offer my help."

"Yep, all done," Sebastian said, fluffing the hair on the back of his head. He looked between her and Garreth and smiled. "In fact, I might leave you to chat and get going seeing as we're done here. I have some other errands to run before dinner."

Garreth caught the cheeky wink Sebastian flashed at him before he headed for the door and felt his cheeks warm as he realised that Sebastian probably didn't have any errands at all, he was merely giving him a moment alone with MC.

As the door swung shut behind Sebastian, Garreth turned his gaze to her, his tummy fluttering. She was looking lovely, her hair partly pinned back from her face with soft strands framing her pink cheeks. She held up the little parcel towards him with a shy smile.

"This is for you," she said. "I wanted to give it to you before everything got all crazy with the party."

"You didn't have to do this," he said, taking the parcel from her with a pleased smile. "My lovely hug this morning was like a gift in itself."

Nevertheless, he tugged at the green ribbon excitedly and slid it free before tearing open the brown paper to reveal a leather bound book. The cover was soft and supple beneath his fingers, the leather of fine quality. Opening the book revealed smooth, blank parchment pages, and he looked up at her in surprise.

“It’s a new journal,” she said, biting her lower lip nervously. “I noticed how quickly you were filling your current one up, and I thought I would get you a new one for all these new potion ideas you keep having.”

He looked down at the journal again, his heart swelling. She had noticed such a thing and acted on it. Something that was so very personal to him, and she cared enough to respect and encourage it. He closed the book with a soft thump, his fingers smoothing over the soft brown leather. Then, a gasp left his lips at the monogram imprinted into the corner of the leather, his own initials - G.W.

“You put my name on it,” he said softly, tracing his initials with a fingertip.

She smiled, her cheeks pink as she nodded, and then she stepped forward to flip open the front cover. “I also wrote on the inside, I hope you don’t mind.”

“For Garreth, on your seventeenth birthday. You may have come of age, but don’t stop dreaming. I believe in you. Happy Birthday, love from MC xx”

Garreth read over the words a few times and actually felt his throat tighten up at the sentiment. She believed in him, and not only that, she had written the words inside his new journal where he could see them every day. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would form. He took a breath and rubbed his fingertips against his forehead as he tried to get a grip on the emotions swelling in his chest. How could one person make you feel so much?

“Is it alright? Was it too much?” She touched her fingers to her lips, her eyes worried as she looked at him. “You can remove my words if so…”

He met her gaze, eyes actually stinging a bit, and he blinked back the dumb tears as he pressed the journal to his chest.

“I love… it, I love it,” he said thickly, almost spilling out the truth of what was hidden in his heart.

He loved her. He loved her for being so warm, so thoughtful, for being the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and sticking by him. There were so many reasons he could list as to why he felt her in every beat of his heart, but right now, he loved her for believing in him and putting that statement down in ink.

At her little sigh of relief, he pulled her in close, crushing her to him in a bone squeezing hug that still didn’t convey the mass of feelings in his chest. The journal was gripped firmly in one hand, his other hand had found its way into her hair, the locks soft as they spilled through his fingers. He buried his face into it, breathing her in as he held her tightly, their bodies pressed so close he could feel the soft curves of her breasts crushed against him. He heard her soft gasp, felt her hands grip his robe as she hugged him back, his face nuzzling close to her ear. He closed his eyes, suspended in time as he held her, not wanting to let go.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he whispered, his breath teasing at the hair around her ear. “This hug beats all other hugs today, including your one from this morning.”

She shivered, her hands clutching at him more tightly, her breath a soft rasp near his own ear. He wasn’t sure, but had she whispered his name? His blood seemed to sparkle and fizz at the thought. Holding her was feeding the addiction, he couldn't get enough and always, always he wanted more.

His fingers pushed deeper into her hair, the tips grazing against her scalp as his lips pressed to the delicate shell of her ear. Emboldened by the fact that she wasn’t pulling away, he pressed further kisses over her ear until they found the delicate skin underneath. She was trembling, the fresh scent of apples filling his nose as he savoured her softness under his lips.

Breathing a little faster now, his lips moved to her jaw and the soft curve of her cheek before pressing slowly and softly near the corner of her mouth. It was bold, his heart racing, but he just couldn't stop himself.

“Garreth…”

He heard her properly that time, her breath hot against his face as she breathed just as hard as he did, her hand had cupped his face and her lovely eyes burned so close to his that there was no way he could stop himself before his mouth claimed hers.

The soft press of his lips was met with an eager press of her own, the kiss lingering with an aching need that had him seeking for more. Kissing her again and again, starved and hungry for that sweet softness he had been craving for so long. Daring to swipe his tongue against her lower lip was so worth it when he was rewarded with her soft moan, her lips parting to welcome him and he didn’t hesitate before sliding his tongue into her mouth with a moan of his own.

Her response was almost overwhelming after waiting so long to experience this kind of intimacy with her, their bodies couldn’t be any closer and she clung to him, their kiss deepening further until there was nothing else but her. So lost in the feel and taste, Garreth didn’t realise that they were moving until they hit the wall with a thud, MC pressed up against it as his hips pinned her tightly.

He didn’t want to stop, his body was aflame with want for her, but he paused, pressing his forehead against hers as they both tried to catch their breaths. His thumb traced her cheek, sliding down and over her lower lip that was damp and swollen from his kiss.

“Wow…” he whispered. “That was… I could do that forever.”

Her eyes were glazed with a fire that called to him as her lips curved into the sweetest smile. It made his ache sharpen, and he pressed another kiss to those soft lips, already craving more. Her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as he nibbled at her lower lip, but as she opened her eyes, he could see the hesitation. That fiery haze was clearing, and he knew what she was going to say. He pulled back, fighting the disappointment that was about to sweep over him as he nodded.

“Garreth, I…”

“It’s alright,” he said, seeking out her hand and holding it firmly in his grasp, bringing it up against his chest where his heart thumped a maddening beat. “I know, it’s too soon. I understand.”

“I’ve already hurt him once,” she said with a wince. She shook her head regretfully. “I can’t stomp on him further. It’s not fair. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, cupping her face again, swallowing down his disappointment. “I understand. Oscar is my brother, I don’t want to hurt him either. I lost control of myself. It’s me that should be apologising.”

“No,” she whispered, her fingers tracing over his cheek. Her touch was feather-light as she explored the shape of his face, trailing over his eyebrows and nose, her thumb brushing over his lips as she followed the movements with her eyes. “Don’t ever apologise for kissing me like that, Garreth. I could never regret such a thing…”

He stared at her, holding his breath. “What does that mean?”

“It means that this is everything I knew it would be, but we have to wait,” she said, biting her lip. She met his gaze, her eyes searching for understanding. “We can’t hurt Oscar. Let’s just give it some time.”

This was all sensible talk, of course, but he wasn’t sure he had the patience for it. Especially now he knew what it was like to kiss her and hold her like this. She didn't regret it, she wanted it too. The urge to jump and cheer was so vivid it almost brought tears to his eyes.

His joy would be his brother's pain, though. She was right. The thought of stopping was unbearable, unthinkable.

What if they didn't have to stop?

“We could be discreet,” he said hopefully, a smile lifting his lips. His eyes twinkled at the idea, his fingers sliding up into her hair again to cup her head. “When we are alone, we can be like this. We can keep it our little secret for a while. What do you think?”

To have her in his arms like this and face the prospect of giving it up tightened his chest. He held her closer, begging with his eyes and gentle strokes in her hair. This is what he wanted. It was everything. It would be the best birthday ever if she agreed to be his.

He could see the cogs turning in her mind as she thought about it, a war raging behind her eyes that he wanted to win. Of course, he loved his brother, and hurting him would be the last thing he would want to do.

But this was her.

He had wanted her for so long, and Oscar knew it. He wouldn’t have told him to stay away from her if he didn’t. Was it so wrong to want to win for once? Oscar always came out a winner. When would it be his turn?

“Can I try and convince you?” He grinned. He bent to press a kiss to her lips, trailing his mouth to her jaw and savouring the soft gasp she made as he pressed teasing kisses to her throat, his tongue sliding against her skin in a daring taste. The soft sound she made as he gently sucked her neck was everything.

“You don’t need to convince me,” she said, her voice a little breathless as she guided his face back to hers. “But this is what I mean about having self-control around other people. If I say yes to you, and we do this, we can’t touch each other in public. Nobody can know about this…”

She groaned and put her hands to her face. “Oh, Garreth, we would be lying to everyone! Can we really do that?”

“It’s not lying,” he said, gently removing her hands from her face. “Not really. We’re just keeping it for ourselves for a while. A special secret just for us. But, if you really don’t feel comfortable with it, then we don’t have to. I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do, MC. No matter how much I want to be able to kiss you. I’ve waited this long, I can wait for a while more.”

“How long have you been waiting?” She asked, her voice almost a whisper.

He felt his cheeks warm, his gaze flicking down to where his hand was still holding hers before lifting back to meet her eyes. “Since you asked if I could write to you over the summer break,” he admitted.

He had been delighted when she had slipped him her address, even if it did mean he had to commit to actually writing letters, he didn’t mind doing it for her. Every letter she had sent he had saved, they were all in a large envelope that he kept safe, returning to them every now and then to read over what she had written. Along with all the mentions of her in his journal, he’d never written so much about a single person before.

So much of her was threaded through his existence. His writing, his art, and his everyday thoughts were all circled around her. Even the air he breathed needed to carry the scent of her these days.

“I kept all of your letters, you know,” she said. “Every single one I saved. My favourite is the one with the hummingbird drawing at the bottom. It’s so beautiful.”

His lips curved into a shy smile. “Well, they are beautiful birds. Small and mighty, a bit like you.”

“Oh, Garreth,” she said, shaking her head, a fond smile on her lips. She kissed him again, a soft brush of lips. She stayed really close, their noses almost touching as she met his gaze. “Do you think you can keep our secret during the party tonight?”

“So, that’s a yes? We’re really doing this?” He asked, eyes lighting up.

She nodded, smiling. “We’re really doing this.”

He made a whooping sound of delight, giving in to his joy, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist to lift her clean off her feet and swing her around. She laughed, her arms finding their way around his neck, the feeling that she was right where she belonged strong in his heart.

….*....

“You are looking rather cheerful this evening, MC,” Poppy said as she smoothed her hand over her dress and smiled at her own reflection in the looking glass of the ladies' toilets. She threw MC a curious glance. “What’s put you in such a good mood?”

MC’s smile was secretive, the warmth in her eyes fed by the glow that was desperate to burst out of her chest. She touched her fingers to her lips, still thinking about Garreth’s kiss from earlier, and couldn’t help the wider smile that lifted her lips. It was so tempting to admit the truth and tell Poppy what had happened in the bathroom earlier, but she held back. Her and Garreth had promised to keep it their secret for now, and there was something very special about it being just for them.

“I’m just enjoying the evening,” she said, adjusting her blouse. “It’s time to move on.”

“Oh, does that mean you are going to dust off the top five list? Who will be next for a kiss?” Poppy giggled, her eyes narrowing with interest.

MC’s blush was dark, and she waved Poppy off. “Don’t start with that nonsense,” she scoffed. “I thought you would have forgotten all about that now you have Sebastian.”

Poppy gave a little sigh, her mouth twisting thoughtfully. “Maybe. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Seb is lovely,” she said carefully. “But, I’m not sure if it’s really anything long term.”

MC gaped at her. “But… Poppy, you slept with him!”

“I know, and it was so good. I don’t regret Seb being the first at all,” she said, her cheeks flushing a bit. Then she shrugged, her face turning regretful. “I just don’t see him being the last. Something just doesn’t feel right, and I think he knows it, too. Please, don't be angry. I wasn't sure how to tell you.”

A wave of sadness washed over MC. Her two best friends together seemed like the ideal situation, but the thought of them not being happy was the last thing she expected to hear. She stared at Poppy, thinking over the bright eyes and flushed glow she had been sporting lately and wondered what had gone wrong. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been so hard to imagine, especially after the way things had ended up for her and Oscar.

It was hard not to have the initial instinct to defend Sebastian. He had been hurt enough, and she didn’t want to see it happen again. Looking at Poppy, a girl who had been her first close female friend, she wondered if she would be able to choose a side if it came down to that. She could only hope that Poppy was right in her assumption that Sebastian felt the same way.

“I'm not angry, Poppy,” she said, placing her hand gently on her arm. “But, you need to talk to him. The longer you leave it, the harder it gets. Trust me.”

“I do plan to speak with him,” she said. “But not tonight, and don’t you say anything to him, either. I know how close you two are.”

“I won't say anything, I don’t want to get in the middle of it,” MC said firmly. She had enough problems of her own without getting tangled up in theirs. “Come on, let’s get back to the party. I haven’t bought my special brews from Garreth yet.”

Poppy smirked and pulled two little bottles from her dress pocket, holding them up with a wiggle. “It’s a good thing I thought ahead then,” she said, handing one to MC. “Bottoms up!”

Downing the little drink, MC gasped and coughed, putting a hand to her chest as the brew burned all the way down. “Bloody hell!”

Poppy giggled through her own spluttering before grabbing MC by the arm. “Come on, let’s go and dance. We need to find you a boy to kiss as well.”

“Poppy, no…” MC protested, but it was pointless. Poppy may be small, but she had no problems dragging MC back out into the pub where the band was in full swing.

The Three Broomsticks was packed to the rafters with students and locals, and the band was playing music that got your feet stomping. There were already plenty of patrons dancing, the atmosphere one of good-natured fun with paper streamers decorating the room. The bar was busy, two or three people deep in places, and Sirona looked rushed off her feet, but her smile was wide as she served her customers.

Despite the crowded pub, MC was already seeking out the whereabouts of Garreth, finding him holding court with his friends. His gaze immediately locked with hers, and he gave her a soft smile. Ever since she had arrived, they had been catching each other’s eyes across the room, unable to stop seeking each other out as the memory of their kiss played out in her thoughts. A line had been crossed now. All she could think about was having another taste of his kisses, her gaze pulled to his mouth, her body warming with an ache that pulled hot and fierce.

Did it show on her face when she gazed his way? Their eyes would meet, and that ache would flare, her lips twitching at the corners before she dipped her gaze away, that little smile lingering on her lips.

It was impossible. He was so close and yet so far, within reach and yet he was like forbidden fruit, her hands fidgeting with the need to feel his warmth, but held back out of respect for the boy who was at his side.

Oscar had been near him all evening so far and she still hadn’t plucked up the courage to speak to him yet, putting it off and keeping her distance from both Weasley boys. All she could do was stare at Garreth with longing and wait for their next stolen moment.

In the meantime, Poppy had pulled her to the dancing area, joining the throng of people taking part in a dance that saw them switching partners as they moved around the space. They started by dancing together, Poppy’s earlier worries over Sebastian seemingly gone as she twirled and skipped with MC.

As the partners moved to switch, Poppy giggled and shoved MC right into the arms of a tall, dark haired chap who gave her a huge smile before twirling her around. He looked vaguely familiar, a seventh year Ravenclaw if she wasn’t mistaken, but before she could get a chance to speak to him, the couples were swapping again, and she found herself in the arms of a pretty, blonde witch.

The dance was fast, and combined with the effects of Garreth’s potent brew, MC was breathless and flushed when she found herself in the arms of Oscar. Breath catching, she stared up into his familiar blue eyes, his hands warm and firm at her waist as they spun in the dance. His smile was aimed at her, as disarming as ever, and she gave him a hesitant smile in return. The last time she had been in his arms, it had been far more intimate, but that was behind them now.

“You look lovely,” he said near her ear. There was something dark and longing in his eyes as she looked up at him, and she swallowed hard, resisting the urge to pull away from him.

She lowered her gaze, unable to look at him as the weight of Garreth’s kiss lay over her. That was where she longed to be, after all, with Garreth, and she feared the truth would be laid bare in her eyes. It should be Garreth’s hands at her waist, leading her in a dance like he had that day in the centre of Hogsmeade.

Oscar's fingers gently caught her chin, tilting her face up towards him. “MC…”

“Don't,” she said quickly, the look in his eyes saying more than enough. It made her chest squeeze, fearing she might have to say the words that had hurt him all over again. “Don't say anything, please.”

The effort to hide his disappointment played out across his face, but he nodded, continuing on with the quick steps of the dance until she was whisked away into the arms of another, his words swallowed down and left unspoken.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she met his gaze. Whatever he had been about to say was better left unsaid, no matter how difficult it was to see the loss on his face. It was time to move on.

Losing the enthusiasm for the dance, MC excused herself from her partner and made her way from the dance floor, a tight band squeezing around her chest. The air felt too hot and restrictive, the noise and press of bodies had become overwhelming and she needed some air.

The night sky was littered with stars, the air crisp and fresh against her flushed cheeks as she sought a moment in the darkness, the soft glow of various lights in the village adding to the cheerful charm of Hogsmeade. MC rubbed her arms, her skin chilled through the thin fabric of her blouse, turning as the door to the pub opened again behind her.

Garreth appeared, alone and so very handsome in his burgundy shirt and dark, grey waistcoat, his mop of hair tumbling about his freckled face. He paused, a hesitant smile on his lips as he regarded her.

“I saw you with Oscar,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. As he spoke, his breath misted in the cold air. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

The urge to run to him, to throw her arms around him and bury her face into his neck, seemed to consume every nerve ending in her limbs. She flexed her fingers, forcing her feet to remain planted on the well-worn cobbled street. Someone could see, and lips would whisper. Keeping the secret was going to be harder than she thought.

“Can we sneak away? Do you think we would be missed?” After asking, a small laugh slipped past her lips, and she shook her head. “What am I saying? You're the guest of honour, of course you will be missed.”

Garreth smiled and moved closer towards her. “If that's what you want, just say the word, and we will go.”

He pulled a hand from his pocket, reaching out to touch his fingers to hers. His eyes held more warmth than any flame as he looked at her. They could go right now. She pictured it, grabbing his hand and running to the nearest Floo point. They could be gone in moments, their lips free to kiss, their hands free to hold each other away from all the prying eyes.

But she wasn't so selfish that she would drag him away from his own birthday party.

The door swung open again, and Leander stumbled out, laughing as his friend Elijah staggered out behind him, chasing off any imagined dreams she may have of making a sneaky getaway. Clearly, they had been indulging in a few of Garreth’s potent brews and were well past the tipsy point. How everyone was going to sneak back to the castle without being caught was a mystery MC didn't fancy solving.

“There he is! Hey, birthday boy,” Leander cheered, pointing at them. He took in the scene, and MC went to remove her fingers from Garreth's, but he grasped them tighter as he turned to look at his friends. “What are you up to, Garreth, eh? Are you trying to get yourself a birthday kiss or something?”

Elijah chuckled and nudged Leander's shoulder. “I thought Nellie was going to do that.”

Leander shook his head and put his finger to his lips. “Shh, no. Nellie wants to, but Garreth wants to kiss MC, but that's a secret. Don't tell her. Or Oscar…”

MC looked at Garreth with an eyebrow raised. So much for being discreet. He gave her a sheepish look and rolled his eyes.

“Fuck sake, Lee. Can you not keep your trap shut for five minutes?” Garreth grumbled.

Leander still had his finger over his lips, giggling as him and Elijah swayed on their feet. “Garreth, shh. She's right there.”

Elijah mumbled something about leaving them to it and pulled Leander back towards the door, both of them almost falling over their own feet as they managed to get the door open in another fit of giggles.

MC removed her hand from Garreth's and folded her arms, trying to give him a stern look, but it was hard. He looked too adorable standing there looking guilty, his cheeks flushed pink.

“Did you tell Leander about us?”

“No, at least not what happened today, but Leander has known how I feel about you for a while.” He was fiddling with the buttons on his waistcoat, the toe of his boat scraping against the cobbles. “I'm surprised he hasn't blabbed before now to tell the truth.”

“I see,” she said, tilting her head slightly. She narrowed her eyes, pretending to ignore the flutter in her tummy at his admission of having feelings for a while. “So, Nellie wants to give you a birthday kiss, does she?”

Garreth shook his head, green eyes earnest and wide. “I wasn't going to let her, MC. I swear it on the sword of Gryffindor. You're the only girl I want to kiss.”

MC fought back her smile, the tightness in her chest seemingly gone as she looked into those green eyes, the sweet natured person behind them holding a magic aura that just seemed to make everything feel that much lighter and safer. Whenever she felt lost, he pulled her back, his light a warmth she couldn't help but follow.

It was so easy to believe him. There was no doubt that he wouldn't let Nellie kiss him, and even though the very thought of it made her tummy twist with envy, she felt safe that it wouldn't happen. She felt safe with Garreth.

“So, I don't need to be hexing Miss Oggspire just yet, then?” She teased.

“No need at all,” he said.

He took her hand again, lifting it to his lips so he could press a quick kiss to the back of it, and smiled, green eyes twinkling now. “A little taster for what I want to do once we can be alone. For now, let's get back to the party before Leander tells the whole pub I want to snog you silly.”

MC smirked. “Maybe I will get to hex someone after all if he does.”

He chuckled and took her arm. “Come on, let's get you a drink. There will be no need for any hexing. You leave Leander to me.”

….*....

To dance with MC, just a simple touch to her waist and a look into her eyes, and all the feelings Oscar had been trying to push down came bubbling back up. He still wanted her.

Stupidly, he had taken it too far and touched her face, opened his mouth, and nearly made a fool of himself. The swiftness with which she had shut him down told him plenty. There would be no going back.

There was no escaping the lingering glances between her and Garreth either. Maybe it was because he was looking for it. Garreth’s journal and Trixie's words still plagued him, and he couldn't help but watch out for little signs. They were circling each other, staying further apart than usual, and yet their eyes seemingly found a way to keep a connection.

When MC had left the pub after their dance, he had fought against the urge to follow her, and then Garreth had made his way towards the door instead. Oscar watched his brother disappear after the girl he had lost and shook his head. It would be like holding back the tide trying to deny what was under his nose, and he really wasn't sure how he felt about it.

Jealous, perhaps, jealous and annoyed that his own brother would take his girlfriend. Torn, because of his natural instinct to want his brother to be happy, too. He knew Garreth felt inadequate at times, and Oscar had wished for him to find his way. Why did that have to be with MC, though?

Wallowing in his own self-pity, Oscar headed for the bar in search of a whiskey. Drowning his sorrows was likely a dumb choice, but right now, it seemed to be in order. He was on his second shot when a familiar waft of perfume filled his nose, and he looked down at a pair of eyes currently settled as a deep, midnight blue. Trixie always had a smile for him, those pretty little lips curved upwards with sinful promise.

“You always look pleased to see me, Trix,” he said, twirling his glass on the bar top. “Can I get you a drink?”

Her smile widened a touch. “I'll take a whiskey, seeing as you're offering.”

Oscar signalled for another shot and leant against the bar, eyeing the dark-haired girl beside him. He didn't flinch back as she lifted her hand and gently brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead.

“Why so sad, Oscar? It's supposed to be a party,” she said softly.

“You were right,” he said with a sigh. “I think MC and my brother are inevitable.”

“I'm sorry, honey,” she said, her hand lingering to touch his cheek. “Try not to let it bring you down, though. Sometimes, things don't work out how we want them to. We just have to find ways to move on.”

There was something very sad behind her eyes when she said this, and it made him study her thoughtfully. She had always been a means to an end if he was being honest, a tumble in the sheets, and then gone. She had never been one for the deep and meaningful side of things, and yet lately, she had been softer than usual.

It was a side of herself she rarely showed. He felt bad for using her, his realisation from the other day catching up to him. His actions had consequences, and he wondered if he had ever hurt her feelings. If he had, she had never shown it. Trixie was always hanging around near the Quidditch ground, and she always had a smile for him. They had never made any promises to each other, and that way, nobody should have gotten hurt.

The whiskey glass appeared on the bar for her, and he reached out to pass it along, her own hand moving to pick it up, too. Their fingers brushed, eyes meeting with a smile.

“Is that what you did after us?” He asked. “Did you just move on?”

Trixie merely smiled and held up her whiskey glass in salute. “Here’s to moving on,” she toasted.

….*....

Garreth had been urged up onto a table top in full view of everyone, the band playing along as the pub sang Happy Birthday to him. All the attention was becoming a little overwhelming after a whole day of it, and all he could think about was MC’s suggestion about slipping away somewhere on their own. His eyes sought her out in the crowd of school friends around him. Her smiling face was the only one he wanted to see.

As the clapping and cheering thundered around him, he jumped down from the table and saw Nellie Oggspire waiting eagerly for him. A momentary flicker of panic lit through him after what Leander and Elijah had mentioned, his eyes glancing at her hopeful eyes and smiling mouth. There was nothing wrong with Nellie. She was perfectly lovely, but there was only one girl for him. Just as he was pondering how to put her off in a gentle, kind manner, a flurry of brunette hair and strong arms saw him being pulled away through the crowd.

“Come on, birthday boy,” Sebastian chuckled, slapping him heartily on the back. He leant in close to Garreth to speak quietly into his ear. “That was a close one. Nellie nearly pounced on you then, and you don't want that when a certain Hufflepuff is giving you the soft eyes. MC has been staring at you all night. Got something to share, Garreth?”

Garreth gave Sebastian a side-eyed look, his cheeks colouring up wonderfully as they pressed through the crowd. Relief at avoiding Nellie mingled with the realisation that it would be very hard to keep this secret from Sebastian.

“I don't know what you mean,” he said carefully. “Thanks for saving me, though. Nellie is lovely and all, but not my type.”

“Don't you worry, mate. I've got your back,” Sebastian said with a grin. “Why don’t you ask MC for a dance?”

Garreth glanced over to where Oscar was chatting with Trixie. They were laughing, Oscar leaning in close, his most charming smile on his lips as his hand touched her elbow. Ever since he had spotted them together, he had felt tense and agitated. He wondered if it was jealousy. After all, it wasn't that long ago that he had been sneaking into broom cupboards with Trixie.

It wasn't jealousy, though. No. He was pissed off.

Garreth had been the master of restraint all day since his kiss with MC in the bathroom and all to save the feelings of his brother. Well, Oscar didn’t look too bothered now, with his hand tracing up Trixie’s arm.

“Your brother just can’t help himself, can he?” Sebastian said, following the direction of Garreth’s gaze. “I hope that wasn’t going on whilst he was with MC. Trixie is always sniffing around him.”

“No point worrying about it now,” Garreth said with a sigh, turning to search out MC. “Where is MC? I might just ask her for that dance after all.”

Sebastian patted his shoulder and smirked. “Go get her, Weasley.”

Approaching MC shouldn’t have made him nervous, but he could feel the tremble in his hands as he drew nearer. He felt like everyone was watching him as he put a tentative hand to her elbow. Maybe Oscar would come and drag them apart, try to stop them. Garreth would like to see him try. He would fight for her this time. All that training with Sebastian had given him a boost of new confidence.

MC's eyes met his, a smile lifting her lips as she turned from her chat with Poppy. “Hey, Garreth.”

“Erm, I was wondering… May I have the next dance?” He asked, holding out his hand towards her.

The seconds seemed to stretch as she looked down at his hand, her teeth catching at her lower lip in a way that made him want to snatch her up and run away with her. Poppy was watching, her face splitting into a wide grin as she gave MC a gentle nudge.

“Oh, how charming! MC would love to, wouldn’t you?” Poppy gave MC another nudge with a little giggle. “He even has freckles.”

MC’s face flooded with colour, delicate pink staining her cheeks and neck as Poppy continued to urge her forward. Garreth gave them both a puzzled look. What did his freckles have to do with anything?

However, MC was placing her hand into his, handing over her mug of Butterbeer to Poppy as she gave him a shy smile. “I would love to dance with you,” she said softly.

It was the perfect excuse to be able to place his hands on her, holding her waist and her hand, as they twirled about the floor. Joining in with many other couples doing the same, it was easy to get lost in the crowd, and he risked holding her a little closer.

“What’s so special about my freckles, then?” He asked, leaning close to her ear to speak above the music.

He caught her smile as she leaned in to answer. “Would it interest you to know I have a ‘thing’ for freckles? I find them very attractive.”

“Is that so?” He lifted his arm to twirl her around, his arm sliding about her waist to hold her even closer. “Then it might interest you to know I don’t just have freckles on my face.”

His mouth twitched in amusement as her wide eyes glanced down at his chest. He brought their clasped hands up between them, displaying the back of his with a playful smirk. “I also have them on my hands.”

There was that gorgeous smile of hers, her laughter bringing the sparkle out in her eyes. It felt good to see it, even better knowing he was the one who put it there.

Her smile faded, though, as her gaze drifted towards the bar. A shadow flickered in her eyes, and he turned to look at Oscar and Trixie still there together. He felt his stomach tighten, and he turned them both so MC had her back to the bar.

“Just keep your eyes on me,” he said softly. “I've got you.”

They moved with the music, their bodies grazing against each other in the most teasing of brushes, each touch building on the flame that flickered inside of him. She did as he said and kept her gaze on him.

As the song came to an end and they paused to clap, MC moved as if to leave the dance floor. Garreth reached for her, his hands sliding about her waist from behind, tugging her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. “That was only half a dance. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Garreth,” she gasped, twisting to look at him. “Isn’t this a little daring? People can see us, you know.”

Oscar could see, more like, but Garreth found he didn't care. He turned her fully so that she faced him, his hands securely holding her waist now. “One more dance with me, or we can sneak out of here. Either way, I fully intend on keeping my hands on you.”

His heart was racing at his boldness. He didn't want to push her too far. However, he couldn't seem to hold back. He was tired of holding back for others.

“Oh, really?” She said, her eyebrows lifting. “You're sounding rather confident, Mr Weasley.”

He leaned in, eyes fixed on hers, his blood on fire as his hands subtly squeezed her waist. “Are you telling me you don't want more of what happened earlier?”

Her hands gripped his forearms, her eyes darkening as her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. It was fascinating to watch, and so very arousing. That delicate pink blush stained her cheeks again, and her lips parted so invitingly that he was barely hanging on to his restraint. How many nights had he lain awake fantasising about her looking at him in this way? He’d lost count.

The music started up again, and her hands slid up to his shoulders as they began to move. Her eyes never left his, and when he twirled her around, their fingers sliding against each other’s as he held their hands above their heads, she immediately locked gazes with him again when he pulled her in close. She had not spoken again, merely choosing to dance as the tension slowly built between them.

His hand splayed out against the small of her back, fingertips grazing the waistband of her trousers as her hips moved with the music. Slowly, the other dancers were beginning to fade out. The pub was packed full, and yet it felt like it was only them in the room. Leaning in, his head next to hers, he felt the tickle of her hair against his cheek. The floral tones of her perfume were intoxicating, his eyes drawn to the graceful curve of her neck, the smooth skin just begging to be kissed.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to kiss you,” he said. “Everyone else be damned.”

“Then I guess you had better get me out of here,” she murmured softly.

His heart hammered against his ribs, her eyes deep pools of longing that promised to drown him. “Meet me outside, across the street from the entrance. Five minutes.”

She nodded. “I’ll be there.”

Garreth shifted back, lifting his arm to twirl her once more before pausing to bend and press a kiss to the back of her hand in a polite, courtly bow. He lifted his eyes to hers, his gaze loaded with the promise of their meeting.

With one last longing look, he let her hand go and left her. He needed to find Sebastian and make his excuses. It was time to get out of here.

….*....

She was breathing far too fast, the air in the pub suddenly very hot as she pushed her way through people towards where she had left Poppy. It wasn’t panic that was making her chest thud wildly. It was anticipation. Her blood thrummed with it as she arrived beside Poppy, and her cheeks flushed.

“Will you be alright if I leave?” MC asked, pressing her hands to her cheeks in an effort to cool them. “I’m going to call it a night and head back.”

Poppy grabbed her arm and pulled her into a quieter corner, her lips twisting up into a smirk. “Please tell me it’s because you’re leaving with Garreth.”

“Whatever do you mean?” MC moved her hand to her forehead, trying and failing to look innocent.

“Pfft, are you kidding me?” Poppy chuckled. “I genuinely thought he was going to kiss you on that dance floor. You could barely take your eyes off each other. And now, you're in a hurry to get out of here. Come on, you're not fooling me.”

MC winced. “So much for being discreet,” she groaned. “Okay, yes. I'm leaving with Garreth.”

Poppy gasped, grabbing her hands as a huge smile split her face. “I knew it! Sebastian has not outright said anything, but I am not silly. Garreth is on your kiss list, isn't he?”

MC felt the heat scorch her neck and bloom on her cheeks. She nodded, biting down on her lower lip. “I want to kiss every freckle he has,” she confessed. “All of them. Every single one.”

Poppy squealed in excitement and hugged MC, practically jumping up and down. MC hugged her back, a little relieved to have finally admitted it out loud to someone. There was still the nagging doubt, though.

“Does this make me a bad person?” She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I mean, is it too soon after Oscar?”

Despite seeing Oscar getting cosy with Trixie at the bar, that nagging guilt still plagued her. Telling herself that she didn't care what he did now, she tried to forget the image of him touching Trixie on the arm. She would be lying if she said it didn't sting a bit. Her gut feeling had been right all along. It wasn't meant to be.

Oscar seemed able to move on, which meant she should be free to do the same. Garreth was waiting for her. All she had to do was reach out and take what her heart craved.

Poppy's smile faded slightly, and she took hold of MC's hands again. “Does it feel wrong to be with Garreth?”

“No,” MC shook her head immediately. “It feels right and has done for a while. I just didn't want to hurt Oscar more than I already have.”

“Oscar is a big boy. He will be just fine,” Poppy said, patting her hands. “You weren't together that long, and it wasn't too serious. We're young, MC. We are discovering ourselves and what we want, and that's okay. You need to do what feels right for you, and if that means you leave here with Garreth tonight, then you go for it.”

MC swallowed against the tightness in her throat, squeezing Poppy’s hands gratefully. “I love you, Poppy.”

Poppy smiled. “I love you, too.”

Poppy's eyes then lit up mischievously, and she opened her little bag, digging deep before pulling out a small vial of potion. She slipped it discreetly into MC’s hand. “Take this with you. Just in case.”

“What is it?” MC opened her hand to take a look at the pale, pink potion. Poppy covered her hand back over it with a smirk.

“Let's just say you will need it if things get particularly hot and interesting between you and Garreth,” she whispered, her eyes twinkling. “It will stop you cooking up a little Weasley.”

“Poppy!” MC gaped, her whole body flushing as she clutched the little vial to her stomach, glancing quickly around them. “For Merlin's sake! Where did you get this?”

Poppy smirked. “It's sensible to be prepared, MC. Sebastian and I took precautions and made sure to have a ready supply, as should you, if you want to take the next step. Even if you don't use it tonight, keep it on you. Make sure you drink it the same day you let him take you. It should cover you for 24 hours.”

MC felt a rush of heat, titillated at the feel of the potion in her grasp, a sensual throb pulsing between her thighs at the thought of Garreth taking her. She smoothed her thumb over the vial and then slipped it into her pocket, taking a steadying breath.

“Thank you,” she said, nodding.

“Go on,” Poppy said, nodding towards the door. “I will cover for you like you did for me, so don't worry about coming back to the dormitory tonight. If you want to stay with him, then stay. Even if you just sleep. Be happy, MC. You deserve it.”

With one more quick hug, MC left Poppy in the Three Broomsticks, heading out into the cold, night air to meet with Garreth. Her pulse fluttered in anticipation as she hurried across the cobbles to where Garreth was waiting against a stone wall.

He held his hands out towards her, and she took them, letting him pull her close against the lean warmth of his body.

“It's not quite midnight,” he said, his arms circling her waist. She put her arms around his neck, fingers curling into the soft locks of his hair. “That means it's still my birthday. I was thinking, how about another one of your amazing hugs? Maybe it will be even better than this afternoon.”

Pressing herself up against him, MC smiled before touching her lips to his. She felt the excitement, the heat that stirred deep within her, and she didn't doubt it at all. This is where she wanted to be. “Take me to your dormitory, and I will see what I can do.”

She heard his breath catch, his darkening green eyes staring intently into hers.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, that feeling of safety that came from being in his arms only proving just how sure she was.

“I just want to be with you,” she said softly. She brushed the wavy strands of his hair back from his forehead, savouring the feel of it sliding through her fingers. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay,” he smiled. He held her tightly. “Hold on to me and relax, MC. I will get us to the gates of Hogwarts.”

MC clung to him, her head against his shoulder as she felt the thick swirl of his magic envelope them, and Hogsmeade vanished in a dizzying spin of black as he Apparated them away.

To be continued....

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At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in September with MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 7 Days before Valentine (1/12 WeTV)

Hm... This was not what I expected. The acting was a little bit over the top. I don't know if I can stand Sunshine. The feeling this first episode gave me was kinda off. I don't know. Right now I don't know if I want to keep watching it.

2. BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen (1/3 on Gaga)

This series gives me so much joy! I wasn't expecting this being so funny! It is hilarious, a little bit cringy, but for the right amount and not over the top. It is really a blast. The characters are lovable and the managers are the best 😂 I am really enjoying myself with this one.

3. Cherry Magic (3/12 on Youtube)

I love the japanese version and I try to not compare those two with each other. So far I am doing quite well. I liked the first epiosde. I like Tay as this absolutely whipped character. And for now I am hating GMMTV for a lousing contract and the Japan's network for copyright strinking the series so we international fans aren't able to watch the series anymore on legal sites...

4. Cityboy_Log (11/? on Youtube)

Soon-to-be Idols, actors and models vlog their days of photo shoots and meetups and how they fall in love with each other. It is surprisingly good and the acting is excellent. It really feels like a "real" vlog and that is what we are all here for. I really enjoy those four men on my screen.

5. Cooking Crush (2/12 on Youtube)

I have to admit beside Not Me, I am not the biggest fan of OffGun. Their slapstick humour is just not mine. I can't get the right feeling for this series right now. I will wait and see how it turns out with more episodes... Guess I'll drop this one soon if I am not watching the next episode and catch up on the already aired ones...

6. Dead Friend Forever (1/12 on iQiyi)

Do I like horror? Nope, not at all. But so far I had fun with the first episode. Everytime there was some suypence I just looked away and as long as there are no creepy sounds I am good. The plot gives such a typical highschool/college horror vibe and I kind of like it.

7. For Him (1/12 on iQiyi)

I don't know if I will keep up with this one. Actingwise it is not that bad. We have to wait a bit for a deeper story. Right now it is just friends with benefits and I really hope there is something more to come. But a safe-sex-policy! I like that. And I forgot about this one... Guess it was a little bit much these past weeks. I don't know if I'll drop this at the end of the month or not...

8. Last Twilight (8/12 on Youtube)

I got fucking emotional when Mhok read from The Little Prince and they had this whole big conversation through the book and I am in tears just thinking about it. The Little Prince is very special to me. The series is so soft and so good! The friendship that they build up, the trust between them, the looks, the tension! I love it! And Mhok is the biggest green flag, disguised as a red flag ever! He is the warmest person ever!

9. Pit Babe (7/13 on Youtube)

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have an Omegaverse! I am still in shock! I usually don't dive into the omegaverse, but I did read some webtoons. I am curious how they'll play it out. What the hell was this conversation about wanting kids? Is there mpreg? Why do I have to think about such stuff... It would be something different indeed. But perhaps they wanted to have some fun with us...

10. Playboyy (6/14 on Gaga)

I am intrigued! I needed to call my best friend and tell her about what I have seen. Not just the amount of sex and masturbation and wet dreams, but the way it is filmed. I am intruígued! It looks like a romantic dream combined with porn. It is so artsy and it feels like watching a ballet. In it the dance explains the plot and here the sex, the camera, the lightning and everything around the plot describe the plot. It is so good!

11. Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun (3/8 on Gaga)

Toki is a little bit over the top for me, a little bit too goofy, but the obverall first impression was not that bad. And to be honest who didn't have a crush on a teacher during their school time? Mine was my german teacher in 10th grade. He was young and he wore leather pants. He was cool and really good at his job. I loved learning at that time.

12. The Sign (6/12 on Youtube)

I am already in love with this series! Mystical elements, a good chemistry between the actors, some fighting, naked men... What else could I wish for... Oh yeah, and an accidental kiss 😂 But I still enjoyed it so much!

13. Twins (9/12 on Gaga)

I don't know what it is. The story is... nothing special. The acting is okayish. Sprite's/Zee's facial expression need some time to get used to. And yet, I like this show! It is one of my most anticipated watches of the week. I like First and I LOVE enemies to lovers 😅 It is one of my weak spots!

Finished in December

Series

1. Boys Like Boys (10/10 on Gaga)

This taiwanese dating show accompaniese eight men on their six days journey to find love. All the contestants were so lovable and nice and unique. I enjoyed this show very much! My romance-heart had been fed over the past weeks with this show and with the last episode it got a suger overdose 😅 Because this is a dating show and not a regular series, my rating is a little bit simpe. I liked it so it gets 10 out of 10 points.

2. Bake me please (6/6 on Gaga)

This series is so good! It gave me a good feeling over the weeks. Even though the drama in episode five was a little bit too manufactured and a bit too much, I enjoyed the show. It made my sundays something special and gave me a real warm feeling. I can just recommend it to watch (perhaps binge it while eating delicious cake and drink some hot chocolate). I will miss it! And I liked Ohm and Guide together! Peach was such a sweetheart and his smiles made me smile. Guy... I loved you, than I hated you and in the end I just liked you... You lost me in episode 5... Because it made me feel so good, I give it a 10 out of 10.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped/On-Hold in December

Looking forward to in December

I Feel You Linger in the Air Special: Scent of Memory - Trailer (Dec 17th)

Cherry Magic - Trailer (Dec 9th)

It's complicated - Trailer (Dec 14th)

Colorful Melody - Trailer (Dec 16th)

Dead Friend Forever - DFF - Teaser (Dec 23rd)

BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen (Dec 24th)

1626 (Dec 24th)

Wuju Bakery - Teaser (Dec)

Night Dream - Teaser (Dec)

[ziasann]

star-crossed streets (first draft)

AU where Neuvillette is a running Presidential Candidate for the Court of Fontaine in the upcoming elections. Furina is a rising actress from the Opera Epiclese on her way to receive her own prestigious Teyvat Star Award. 

Neuvillette only ever knew her name uttered by the mouths of other gentlemen.

“Miss Furina!” 

The backdoor of the reserved VIP club splayed open, gorging out two figures of a man and a woman. They weren’t a couple, but it was obvious with how the inebriated man leered after the gorgeous lady that she was the object of his drunken infatuation for the night. 

The silver and blue-haired woman called Furina, however, did not seem as enthusiastic as the lad. Her face was painted with a forced smile and crossed eyebrows towards her admirer.

Furina…

She was the soloist earlier at the beginning of the party, wasn’t she? Neuvillette recognized those striking indigo eyes and her gentle voice when she introduced herself after her splendid performance. 

“Alas, sir, I am not very much interested in dating or so…” Furina politely refused as the man encroached further to her small form.

His fellow politicians were excited when they heard the Lady Furina would sing for their party. Navia, his running mate, had a friend who had another friend acquainted with the famous songstress Furina. She was able to pull some strings and invite her to their celebration tonight. 

According to the latest polls, Neuvillette was the leading candidate in the Liffey Region. The entire campaign deserved some drinks and reveling after weeks of persevering work. A boost to their morale for the harshest weeks were yet to come.

Neuvillette, after finishing his rounds of greeting friends and colleagues, had enough socialization. He stayed in the shadows of the smoking area at the back alley, a lit cigarette between his fingers, unseen as he watched the singer and her pursuer before him.

When the stranger grabbed Furina’s gloved wrist, Neuvillette dropped his stick and stepped in. His boot squashing the half-smoked cigarette under his heel. 

“Lady Furina had clearly explained her disinterest towards your affections, sir.” His presence was not welcomed as he spoke over them, the minimal light shining over his features as Neuvillette emerged out of his hiding place. “If you still decide to pursue her, we can take this matter easily to the Court.”

“M-Monsieur Neuvillette!” The man stammered, eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of him. “There is no need to raise this tiny issue at Court, I was merely hoping that Lady Furina would grant me some time of her day.”

“And she had refused you already,” Neuvillette retorted. The way Furina settled her riveting gaze towards him almost had Neuvillette shuddering. “Either you apologize to her right now, or the judges will grant you some time of their day soon.”

“My sincerest apologies, Miss Furina,” the bloke humbly bowed to the singer. “I could not help myself with such beauty and voice of yours.”

A woman worthy enough to commit a crime for, Neuvillette mused. How dangerous.

“It is fine,” Furina dismissed, but her eyes never averted from meeting Neuvillette’s stare head-on. “Please leave me alone now.”

The rejected man scampered away from them, his hurried steps toppling over the silence between Neuvillette and Furina. 

Her brows were still slanted, and there was no smile of relief on her lips after thwarting her nuisance away. Her unusual reaction befuddled Neuvillette.

“Is there any other problem, Miss Furina?” Neuvillette asked. Maybe this wasn’t also the best place for a conversation, the road reeking of smoke and alcohol, the cold air buzzing with club music from the speakers indoors. 

“I can handle it,” Furina glared, the softness on her tone was replaced with haughtiness. In a blink, the angelic atmosphere she exuded inside the club had dissipated in a wisp. “It’s not the first time.”

Gone was her pleasing personality, she was rough all around the edges. Her drastic change in behavior astounded him, he swore she was charming the people inside earlier with her meek smiles and amiable exchanges. 

He couldn’t imagine Furina biting back, but here she was. 

Neuvillette couldn’t stifle a chuckle or two in the desolate vicinity, no wonder the man moments prior was fascinated by her. He doubted that the man had caught a glimpse of Furina like this. 

“W…What’s wrong with you?!” Furina accused, crimson blooming on her cheeks. The fierceness fading in her skin. “Never have I ever seen a Presidential Candidate making fun of his constituents like this!”

“I find it amusing, your act of a fine, proper lady during the party,” Neuvillette confessed. “You had me fooled into thinking that you needed help, when it is obvious you could have handled your persistent admirer anytime.”

“I was only saving his face,” Furina huffed. “If I reject him in front of his friends, he will never recover.”

“Which would not bode well for your popularity as a rising actress, would it?” Neuvillette observed.

“It would not,” Furina affirmed, then glanced at the pavement behind him where his shadow was drawn. The flat cigarette sticking to the ground. “In the same manner that your smoking habits would have a negative impact on your approval ratings as a future President of Fontaine.”

For a second, Neuvillette impulsively thought he could quit the nicotine if Furina asked. Maybe the wine they clinked their glasses with at the party was stronger than it seemed. 

“Well,” Neuvillette admitted, a bit too honest even though he shouldn’t. Not when the elections were nearing, and every weakness of his could be exploited. 

“It’s better than the people.”

A statement that could be taken out of context by the journalists, or the citizens. Every sentence he declared, every comment he stated since his filing of candidacy for presidency had to undergo the scrutiny of his advisors. A single approval or denial could destroy the entire career he had carefully built over the years. 

Neuvillette expected the worst, one less vote since Furina found out he was not perfect. Maybe she’d tattle to the news outlets tomorrow and his team would battle a scandal early in the morning with a hangover. But she only smirked beguilingly, her cerulean eyes teasing under the moonlight.

“I agree, anything is better than the people around sometimes,” Furina seconded. “Now we know each other’s secrets.”

“That, we do,” Neuvillette nodded, and the longer he talked with her, the more he was in peril. “I bid you luck in your nomination for this year’s Teyvat Star Award.”

He sauntered towards the backdoor, ready to enter the bar again and return to his campaign managers. Wriothesley and Sigewinne would worry too much if he wasn’t in their sights for more than an hour. 

“Thank you, Mister President,” Furina leaned by the bricked wall. As much as Neuvillette would like to, they could not barge into the club without attracting the attention of the tabloids both in the politics and entertainment sectors. Furina would either wait a few minutes more before going in or leave the night altogether. 

“Congratulations again for your win in the Liffey Region, and I wish you the best in the upcoming elections.”

They wordlessly bid their farewells to each other, their masks and persona donned again in order to achieve their respective dreams. A sacrifice but a necessary one. Neuvillette couldn’t remember the last time he was this transparent and honest to another person, maybe during his time in the university. 

He was glad he was witness to a side of Furina the world could never see. She was destined for far greater things, as he was also trudging on the path less traveled by the common folk. 

Neuvillette wished they’d never meet again.

Or else, he would hopelessly fall in love with her.

[rulerzreachf4n7]

I hate how people who don't ship Huntlow make it like this extremely stupid and unnecessary ship that makes zero sense and everything about it is terrible and it's forced and bland and overall a shitty ship

And today lady's and gentlemen, non binary folks in the back, is the day I prove them all wrong >:3!!!

A brief disclaimer, I am not nor do I consider myself a toxic shipper, I am just simply stating why the reasons don't make any sense in my eyes, so please don't come at me for my opinion

And with that let's get to the reasons!

Terrible first impression

Hunter got a crush on her too quickly

It's forced and rushed

No chemistry

Willow only serves Hunter for support

They're better off as friends

Okay so right off the bat if you've ever watched any episode containing Hunter and Willow you'd know all of these reasons are fucking stupid

Recently on my first post made on Tumblr was a TON ship rating, and some dumb fuck gave me attitude and said "girlie, have you ever been in the fandom?" And I was like thinking to myself, yes bitch ever since 2021, I don't really have time to respond to people in my inbox cause I'm not looking to fight with some bitch on the internet for my opinion, and I just went through their profile a bit and found a post either they made or reblogged about how Huntlow is supposedly "unrealistic" and I didn't even finish it due to how dumb the reasons were, which are the ones on the top that I remembered.

1. Terrible first impression

I actually hate it how they make it out that they met soooo terribly, cause if I remembered correctly in ASIAS how they met is Hunter being chased by puddles and Willow yanking him down with a vine, automatically making it so terrible and making her soooooo damn unlikeable, may i remind you this barley had an affect on Hunter, he was just scared and confused for like one second of the episode then just leaving Willow until he saw the pamphlet say "the best and the brightest" which lead him to join the Emerald Entrails, yet again, sure, their first encounter isn't a good one but Lumity's first impression was by Amity deadass shaking Luz back and forth, both equally terrible first impression yet the both ships still come to be canon >:3

2. Hunter had a crush on Willow the moment they met/too easily

I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE THIS REASON, they keep on overexaggerating their interactions, cause first of all, no, he didn't develop a crush on Willow on the spot, most likely in between Reaching Out and Kings tide, although Hunter isn't in Reaching Out he's only shown talking to Luz through Penstegram, and how they think Hunter already had a crush is by, I'm assuming, in ASIAS in the ending where Hunter saves the Emerald Entrails and Willow says "cmon guys, we need to find a replacement, after all, it's only 52 weeks before Caleb's next day off" while smiling, and Hunter blushes slightly, automatically that's a red flag cause I absolutely hate it when people think blushing is only exclusive to romantic attraction, IT'S GETTING ON MY DAMN NERVES, the most realistic reason to why he'd blush is he was probably embarrassed/flustered that Willow would still let him be in the team after nearly kidnapping them to be in the Emperor's Coven.

3. It's forced/rushed

Omg, y'all, you can uncancel your show now!! NO YOU DUMB FUCK YOU CAN'T, SORRY POOKIE DANA CAN'T BE MAKING EVERY EPISODE ABOUT HUNTLOW IF YOU WANT IT TO BE MORE NATURAL SO DAMN BADLY, it's not rushed, in my opinion it's not rushed at all, with how much time skips there are (like the one in TTT, the four year time skips, and the one with Hunter and Willow chatting on Penstegram) it's kinda up to the viewers imagination to realize it's a lot of time they'd have together, and it's not forced, that's the equivalent to you saying gustholomule and aladarius and veesha are forced ships cause they don't interact much together, and like half of the TOH community who don't ship Huntlow and use that excuse most likely ship one of those three ships, fucking hypocrites 🖕

4. No chemistry

Y know maybe, JUST MAYBE, I might be pulling out every damn interaction that they have together...yeah...IMA DO IT BITCH!!!!

They're first interaction is in Any Sport In a Storm where Hunter is pulled down by vines by Willow after he got chased by Puddles, Viney's pet...? I think it's a pet, she calls him an assistant though lol. Hunter uses the fake persona, with the help of Flapjack, (and may he slay in peace with Caleb and Evelyn) of Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams, Hunter isn't interested in flyer derby until it says it'll attract the best and the brightest, they go on to talk about it for a few seconds, then leave

This isn't a really romantic interaction, more just letting these two characters interact for the first time

A while passes and Hunter shows of his cool as fuck flying skills as Gus and Willow hand out pamphlets to the crowds of teens, as Hunter finishes Willow introduces him to the team, Gus, Viney, Skara, and Willow as herself, Hunter is obviously disappointed given they look like they don't have any experience, leading him to walk away and argue with Willow, calling them loosers, and calling himself a half a witch

THIS PART IS VERY IMPORTANT!!! people tend to misunderstand this part, mainly because Hunter isn't a witch he's a grimwalker, but may I remind you this was made before Hollow Mind, he's convinced he's a powerless witch and not good enough LIKE WILLOW, IT DOES NOT HAVE ANY THING REMOTELY TO DO WITH BEING ROMANTIC, IT'S A SIMILARLY!!!

They go on to do the game and obviously win it because of Hunter, and in the part where he was grabbing the flags from Willow people said that he supposedly "wanted to hold hands with her" which is obviously not even true, there's nothing to back this up, and coming from Huntlow shippers too, thought y'all were better than this

Then Hunter goes on to say he misunderstood them and apologized, then to revealing himself as the Golden Guard and the scouts coming to take them away, which leaves Willow to realize she made a mistake

When she's in the cell she says she's made a mistake and calls herself "half a witch Willow" for letting Hunter onto the team

Hunter is obviously regretting this decision while talking to Steve, Steve saying "Steve is beginning to regret his choices" and Hunter says "I think Hunter is too", which he gets on Flapjack to try and save all of them

He stands in front of the team and admits to Darius that they're unfit for the coven and that HUNTER HIMSELF isn't worthy of being the Golden Guard, (now realizing how fucked up that is oh my Titan), Hunter let's Willow and the rest go, which Willow says "cmon guys, we need to find a replacement, after all, it's only 52 weeks before Caleb's next day off" and Hunter blushes slightly

This interaction isn't really much romantic other than Hunter saving Willow and the rest

They're next interaction is Labyrinth Runners where Hunter and Gus meet the illusion of Willow, but Hunter obviously knows this isn't here by first of all, calling Gus "Augustus", and the weird little noise she made at the end (idk wtf it's even called) Hunter knows it's not her because of the way the scout acts, Hunters known Willow for at least a few weeks depending how regularly Hunter texts Willow and when he first started to chat,

Hunter then goes unconscious by the guards and wakes up in the Healing Homeroom, explaining to principle Bump that he's not with the Emperor's coven, talking about the sandwich Gus gave him, showing him around hexside and trying to find the others, and most importantly the breathing technique Willow showed Gus in the beginning of Labyrinth Runners, immediately cutting off Hunter and convincing Bump to let Hunter stay

This interaction could possibly be romantic if you interpret that way by Hunter knowing Willow seemingly very well, kinda like a strangers to friends to lovers typa troupe

Their next interaction is in Clouds on the Horizon, although not talking they show extreme care for one another, while under Gus' spell, Hunter (looking like Luz) tackles Willow to the ground with his dashing powers to save Willow, also when Luz (looking like Hunter) gets captured by Kiki. She's enraged and darting at Kiki but that stupid bitch hid behind Luz forcing Willow to stop, as Luz gets captured Willow is in a rush, panic, and hurry to save Hunter, or so she thinks it's Hunter

No, just because it's not Hunter doesn't mean she doesn't care, she thought it was him, and by her actions she cares along about him! Which makes this possibly or already romantic, they're care for each other is a romantic aspect that could be easily be seen in any type of relationship, whether it be fictional or not

The next interaction is in Thanks to Them, Willow cuts Hunters hair, Hunter is flustered s bit and blushing at Willow, a common sign for CRUSHES IN PEOPLE, they tend to be nervous or anxious around the people they like, so this interaction just reeks of romance, when they're gonna search town Hunter gets in a Cosmic Frontier cosplay, which Willow shuts Amity the fuck up, complimenting Hunter on his outfit, implying she doesn't see anything wrong with it, before they leave Willow says after Hunters done reading Cosmic Frontier she'd like to borrow and read it, making Hunter blush, a sign of having a crush with the context of the moment

Then at the end of Thanks to them after the possession Hunter let's Willow craddle his head, obviously in need of some type if comfort

Not really romantic just fucking sad cause Flapjack died, and may he slay in peace

The next interaction is in FTF where Willow tries to find her dads and Hunter has to take her away or get risked by getting seen by the collector and turned into a puppet

Not much to say other than Hunter doesn't want Willow to get hurt and get collected

When they're in hexside Willow hands Hunter a flyer derby card with him and Flapjack, since Hunter is now showing more strong emotions he's not sure how to react to it, even though he's thankful, which leads Willow to thinking she made Hunter sad and left in a hurry, leading to her breakdown

As Hunter hears Willow self deprecate on herself by saying she's a half a witch and can't control her magic, Hunter immediately snaps and uses his Flapjack powers to cut through the vines and comfort Willow, LEGITIMATELY SAYING HE CARES ABOUT WILLOW, NOT JUST GUS, WILLOW, and saving them both from the cave thingy, dunno what it is

This whole scene reeks of romance and that both Willow and Hunter care deeply about each other, WHICH IS MOST COMMONLY ROOTED IN RELATIONSHIPS

Willow also says in the end of FTF whole doing the little pinky holding with Hunter "Thanks Hunter, you mean a lot to me too" which Hunter replies "Sure...no problem"

And that my friends, is all of their interactions

NOW THE NEXT FUCKING REASON DAMMIT I HAVE SO MUCH TO TYPE

5. Willows only there to be a supportive character

That's...thats literally her fucking personality, granted not her whole personality but it consists of her being the reliable friend for the hexsquad, the group wouldn't exist without her, and she's not just here for "comfort" but this is about Huntlow and not Willow so you can do that analysis on your own time XD

6. They're better off as friends

Well...if you just read my whole entire analysis of they're interactions then no...I don't think they'd be better off as friends... 0_0

AND THAT IS IT MY LADY'S AND GENTLEMEN, NON BINARY FOLKS IN THE BACK YOU TOO, I AM FUCKING TIRED Y'ALL 😭😭😭💀💀💀

[sarahsmi13s]

Lieutenant Rogers - pt. 6

 Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Your Lover Savior Speaking

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

word count: ~4.4k

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the flag smashers, super soldiers, angst, if i miss any please let me know

chapter warnings: language, uranium mission, near death, disobeying orders, dogfighting, proceedure inaccuracy, hangster

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: the mission is here. and once again while we know what happens in the sky and in the control room, what’s going through star’s mind as her friends fight for their lives and might not come home? 

pt. 1  pt. 2  pt. 3  pt. 4  pt. 5  pt. 7

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All the aviators stood on the carrier, stock still at attention. You were in the front by Hangman.

Maverick stood at the front, “It has been an honor flying with you. Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more.”

You kept your head down, clenching your jaw.

“Choose your two Foxtrot teams.” You sucked in a breath. “Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.”

The fact it wasn’t Omaha and Halo loosened the coil in your chest, but it tightened ever so slightly now that it was Bob.

“And your wingman.” Next to you, Hangman straightened and tried not to smirk. Somewhere in the back Omaha held his breath just like you did.

Maverick hesitated for a second before looking up and past you, “Rooster.”

You glanced back at him to see that he was just as surprised. You smiled a little bit, proud of him. Hangman obviously wasn’t happy, but Omaha relaxed and huffed out the breath he was holding.

“The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that’s required. Dismissed.”

****

“Your target is a clear and present threat,” Warlock started. “A secret uranium enrichment site under rogue state control. It’s an underground bunker, tucked between these two mountains. Your route of ingress is heavily defended by surface-to-air missiles backed up by fifth-generation fighters.” 

“Once your F-18 strike team crosses the border, Tomahawk missiles from the USS Leyte Gulf will launch a synchronized strike on the enemy’s airfield here. This will knock out their runway. But you’ll have to contend with any planes already in the air. The moment those Tomahawks hit, the enemy will know we’re coming. Your time to target will be two minutes and 30 seconds. Any longer than that and you will be exposed to any aircraft the Tomahawks may have missed.”

You took in a deep breath, really hating the way sweat dripped down your back.

“This is what you’ve all been training for. Come home safely,” Cyclone said, glancing at the squadron. “Get to your planes.”

Everyone went to the deck and to their planes.

“Star!” You turned and saw Bob jogging towards you. “Bob,” You smiled at him as he hugged you. “Don’t do anything stupid ‘til I get back,” he said, a teasing smirk on his face. You laughed, “How can I? You’re takin’ all the stupid with you.” He shoved your shoulder before going over to Phoenix.

As you stepped on the ladder to your plane, Omaha jogged over.

“Y/N,” you smiled and took your foot off the ladder. “Neil-” You hugged him tightly, even though neither of you were going in the air, you had been chosen for Dagger Spare. 

“Once we get back on land, we’re going to dinner, we're going dancing. All of it.” You laughed and smiled, “You got it.” He pecked your lips and went to his own plane.

As you stepped back up, someone stopped you. 

“Star! Hold on,” he came over as you put your foot back down. “What’s up?” “I told Cyclone and Warlock, I guess they didn’t tell you…” “Tell me what?” He sighed, “Something’s wrong with your plane, we can’t clear her for flight.”

Your heart dropped, “So, even if I was chosen I couldn’t have gone up?” “Yeah… I’m sorry, Lieutenant.” You swallowed and nodded, “I understand, thank you.” When he walked away, you ripped your helmet off.

You were upset that you didn’t get picked, but you were heartbroken at the fact that it wouldn’t have mattered. You huffed as you stowed your ladder and started to walk back into the carrier and try to talk to Cyclone or Warlock.

****

Hangman had watched the entire interaction, but he couldn’t hear it. However when you yanked your helmet off, he had a pretty good idea of what happened.

Jake watched you stow your ladder before walking away with your head down. He understood how you felt, he wasn’t picked either. But now, it looks like you didn’t have a chance to be a part of this mission at all.

He jogged up to you, “Star!” You kept going, but he knew you heard him.

“Star!” He picked up his pace, “Hey-” “What Hangman?” Your tone didn’t have the edge to it he thought it would, it was annoyed, sure, but it was more disappointed than anything. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you getting ready?”

You sighed and glanced back toward your plane, “Something’s wrong with her. She can’t go in the air.” You looked back at Jake, “Wouldn’t have mattered if I was picked, I would’ve been grounded.”

Hangman frowned but didn’t really know what to say.

You had been selected as the first spare to be deployed if needed. But with you grounded, that was now Jake’s spot.

Except, he wasn’t as happy about it as he’d thought he’d be.

“Be safe, Jake. I’ll see you when this is over,” you gave him a small smile and patted his arm before turning and going back towards the carrier entrance.

Just before you got too far, he called out to you.

“What if we went together?”

The words had left his mouth before he realized what he was saying.

You arched a brow, going back over to him. “Are you serious?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I know you can backseat. And I know how much this mission means to you. Probably more than it means to me.” He stuck his hand out, “What do you say Rogers?” 

You fought the smile threatening your lips, but nodded and shook his hand, “Let’s do this Seresin.”

****

Jake turned over his shoulder to look at you, “We ready back there, Rogers?” “We are good to go, Seresin,” you smiled at him.

Maverick’s voice came through the comms, “Dagger One, up and ready on Catapult One.”

Jake grabbed his mask, “Dagger Spare standing by.”

Everyone else confirmed their status.

“Dagger Four, up and ready.”

“Dagger Three, up and ready.”

“Dagger Two, up and ready.”

And just minutes later, they were all leaving the carrier.

You and Hangman listened to comms as you sat on the carrier.

“Hey, thank you for doing this, Hangman. You didn’t have too,” you said, trying to come off nonchalant but he knew it meant a lot to you. “Yeah, I know, Star. But, like I said, this mission means more to you than it does to me. And I wasn’t just gonna let you mope. You’re annoying when you mope.”

You laughed as he attempted to brush it off as something beneficial for him, “Whatever you say Seresin.”

“Comanche, Dagger One. Standby check in.” “Comanche 1-1 set. Picture clean. Recommend Dagger continue.” “Copy. Daggers descending below radar.”

“Daggers now below radar. Switching to E-2 picture.”

“Here we go, enemy territory up ahead. Feet dry in 60 seconds. Comanche, Dagger One. Picture.” “Comanche, picture clean. Decision is yours.” “Copy.”

You looked out towards the water, adrenaline kicking in as you listened to Maverick.

“Dagger attack.” “Tomahawks airborne.”

When the missiles passed over the team, Maverick spoke, “Daggers, assume attack formation.”

“Daggers set, proceeding to target. Two minutes and 30 seconds in three, two, one, mark.”

“Two mark.”

“Three mark.”

“Four mark.”

You checked your own watch, mentally noting the time. “Did you just check your watch too?” Jake asked from the front. “Yeah. Gives me a little control. Knowing how long it’s been and how much time they have left helps me determine my own course of action.” “That the Rogers in you?” “No, it’s the Avenger in me.”

Hangman nodded and focused back in on the comms where they were noting SAM locations.

Bob came over, “We got two minutes to target.” Payback responded, “Copy. We’re a few seconds behind, Rooster. We got to move.”

You inhaled, habitually checking your watch.

Jake mumbled from his seat, “Come on Bradshaw. Don’t get on your perch now.”

“Thirty seconds to Tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip.”

You glanced back out toward the water, “Tell him how you feel, Jake.” “I don't know what you’re talking about, Star.” You scoff-laughed, “Sure you don’t.” You shook your head and bit your lip to keep yourself from saying anything else.

“Dagger, Comanche. We’re picking up two bandits. Single group, two contacts.”

Your breath hitched, “Shit…”

Phoenix came over, “Comanche, what’s their heading?” “Bull's-eye 090, 50, tacked southwest.” Rooster chimed in, “They’re headed away from us. They don’t know we’re here.”

“The second those Tomahawks hit the air base, those bandits are gonna move to defend the target,” Maverick said. “We have to get there before they do. Increase speed.”

“We got you, Mav. Don’t wait for me.”

The only thing heard for a few seconds was heavy breathing.

“Sir, Daggers Two and Four are behind schedule.”

You checked your watch, “They’ve only got a minute 20. C’mon Rooster.” Hangman tensed and shifted in his seat.

“Tomahawk impact in three, two…  Impact. Enemy runway is destroyed.”

“Bandits are switching course to defend the target.”

“Rooster, where are you?” Mav asked, making both you and Jake hold your breath.

“Come on, Rooster. Bandits inbound. We gotta make up time now. Let’s turn and burn,” Payback encouraged from behind.

“Heads up, Phoenix.”

“Sir, bandits are two minutes from target. Daggers are one minute from target.”

“Guys! We’re fallin’ behind we really gotta move,” Fanboy announced. “If we don’t increase our speed right now, those bandits are gonna be waiting for us when we reach the target,” Payback added.

You ran a hand down your face, “Rooster…”

“Talk to me Dad,” Rooster mumbled over the comms, mostly to himself. You weren’t sure if he knew people could hear him and you weren’t sure who had heard him.

But Maverick did, “Come on, kid, you can do it. Don’t think, just do.”

All you heard from Rooster was a deep exhale and then a grunt.

“Jesus, Rooster, not that fast!” Payback exclaimed and you almost laughed.

“That’s it, kid. That’s it.” “Let’s go.”

“Damn Rooster take it easy!” Fanboy shouted, surprised by the pilot's sudden demeanor change.

“Sir, Dagger Two is reengaging.”

You smiled and looked towards Jake, seeing a small, proud smile on his face.

“Thirty seconds to target. Bob, check your laser.” “Air-to ground check complete. Laser code verified, 1-6-8-8. Laser is a go!”

“Watch your heads!” “Holy shit! Shit!” “Payback, you with me?” “Right behind you.”

“Phoenix, stand by for pop up strike.” “Dagger Three in position.” “Popping in three, two, one.”

You held your breath as Maverick and Phoenix popped and dove into the target, the only thing being picked up by the comms was their heavy breathing.

“Get me eyes on that target, Bob.” “Dagger Three. Stand by, Mav.” “Come on, Bob, come on.” “Stand by.” A long beep of a target lock rang out. “I’ve got it. Captured!” “Target acquired. Bombs away.”

Everyone waited with baited breath as you listened for confirmation.

“We’ve got impact! Check, direct hit! Direct hit!”

You clapped your hands and pumped your fist, “Let’s go! One miracle down.”

“Dagger Two, status!” “Almost there, Mav. Almost there.”

Jake’s shoulders rose with the deep breath he took as Rooster and Payback dove into the target.

“Fanboy, where’s my laser?” “Rooster, there’s something wrong with this laser! Shit! Deadeye, deadeye, deadeye!”

You sucked in a breath, “Oh fuck.”

“Come on, guys, we’re running out of time.” “Get it online!” “I’m trying! I’m trying!”

Your heart rate increased and Jake looked over his shoulder at you with wide eyes.

“Come on, Fanboy!” “Nearly there! Nearly there!”

Maverick, Phoenix, and Bob’s heavy breathing broke up the small moment of silence.

“Come on, Fanboy, get it online,” Payback threw over his shoulder.

Rooster had to make a decision. “There’s no time. I’m dropping blind.”

Your stomach dropped and Jake’s eyes got wider before he turned back around.

“Rooster, I got this!” “No time. Pull up.” “Rooster, wait!” “Bombs away! Bombs away!”

“Oh my gosh,” Jake mumbled as he focused in on the radio. You mumbled to yourself too, “Hit the target. Hit the target.”

Once again, everyone waited with baited breath.

“Bull’s-eye, bull’s-eye, bull’s eye!”

Everyone cheered.

You leaned forward and caught Hangman, mid-celebratory dance. “He did it, he fucking did it!” He looked over his shoulder at you, “Holy shit!” You both laughed in relief and high-fived. “Now they just need to make it home.”

****

Coffin corner was chaos over the comms.

Directions and warnings spoken so rapidly you could barely keep up. Missile locks were ringing out through the comms and it increased your heart rate. Calls of ‘smoke in the air’ and defensive maneuvers muddling with everything else; all of it becoming one sound.

Until now.

“Dagger Two defending!” Nothing. “Shit! I’m out of flares!”

Your head whipped up to look at Jake whose eyes nearly glossed over with tears. A brick settled itself in your stomach and your hands felt numb.

“Rooster, evade, evade!” “I can’t shake them! They’re on me! They’re on me!”

Then all you heard was:

“Mav! Mav! No!”

Tears hit the backs of your eyes. Not Mav. God, please, not Maverick.

“Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!” Phoenix confirmed over comms.

You hit your dash, “Shit!” You looked up and took deep breaths, closing your eyes to come up with a plan.

“Dagger One, status. Status!” Rooster tried. “Anyone see him? Does anyone see him? Dagger one, come in!” “I didn’t see a parachute,” Payback finally said. “We have to circle back!”

“Comanche. Bandits inbound. Single group, hot. Recommend Dagger flow south. One minute to intercept.”

“All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you.” “What about Maverick?”

Your eyes shot open, “They aren’t going back for Mav. Hangman we’ve gotta do something.” Jake lifted his mask as you both started prepping, “Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover.”

“Negative, Spare.”

You stopped your movements and Jake threw his mask down. “What the hell!? We can’t just leave him out there! He could still be alive!” Jake sighed, “I don’t like it either, but, orders are orders, Star.”

“Dagger, you are not to engage.” This command was directed at Rooster, but you still felt that it was directed at you too. “Repeat, do not engage.”

Rooster didn’t respond.

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.” Nothing. “Acknowledge.”

Phoenix tried to reason, “Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can’t go back.” It was clear she want to say it, but it had to be said. “Rooster, he’s gone. Maverick’s gone.”

All that was heard was Rooster’s heavy breathing before he turned his comms off.

“What the hell is he doing?!” Jake asked, panicked. You huffed out a breath, “Saving his family.”

It was silent for a few minutes as Rooster turned his plane around to search for Maverick.

The hairs on the back of your neck and your arms stood up and you got a gut feeling something wasn’t right.

“Dagger Two is hit. Dagger Two is hit.”

“Dagger Two, come in.” Silence. “Dagger Two, do you copy?” Nothing. “Dagger Two, come in.” Still, nothing.

Your heart dropped. No, you couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t. Your hand was shaking as it covered your mouth. But you had to stay composed.

In front of you, Jake was shocked into motionlessness; the only movement being the rise and fall of his shoulders.

Finally, after a few moments Jake looked toward the sky, “I never told him. I never fucking told him.” “We’ll get him back, Jake. We have to.”

****

It had been silent for too long.

The other two groups had landed a long time ago and were getting examined.

You shook your head, “I don’t like this, Hangman. Why isn’t Cyclone sending search and rescue?” He shook his head, “I don’t know, but I’m getting tired of waiting.” You arched your brow, “What are you saying?”

Jake turned to you over his shoulder, “I’m saying, we go anyway.” “But I thought you said-” “Yeah, well, I changed my mind.” You smiled, “Alright.” “Now if you don’t want to do this-” “Jake, I’m with you. Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”

You both clipped on your masks and began to taxi.

“Dagger Spare you were-” Cyclone took over, “Hangman, Star, I gave you an order. Stop what you’re doing.”

“Sir, you haven’t sent search and rescue. Rooster and Maverick could still be out there!” You said, not caring about getting in trouble. “We can’t send search and rescue with bandits in the air, Lieutenant Rogers!” “That’s why you send us to fly air cover.” “You don’t stand-”

“Sir, we’re receiving a signal from Rooster’s ESAT.”

Everyone stopped and listened.

“But there seems to be a malfunction.” The comms picked up Warlock’s voice, “Have you lost him?” “No, sir. He’s supersonic.”

You and Jake looked at each other, your smiles showing through your eyes since the masks covered your faces. “He’s airborne. He’s okay, Jake.” Hangman’s brows furrowed, “What is he in?”

“Sir. Overwatch reports an F-14 Tomcat is airborne born and on course for our position.”

Your jaw dropped, “Maverick.” You laughed, “Maverick’s alive!”

“Dagger Spare, be ready.”

****

It felt like forever before you heard anything from Rooster and Maverick.

“Where the hell is this guy?”

Jake nearly relaxed at the sound of Bradley’s voice but it was the panic in it that made him hesitate.

“He’s on our nose.”

Your stomach dropped, “No, no, no…”

“Damn it, we’re out of ammo.” You shook your head, not wanting this to be real.

“Smoke in the air! Rooster, flares!” “That was close!”

“We’re out of flares, Mav!”

“Hangman, they’re in trouble, we have to go now,” you said, snapping your mask back on. “Cyclone-”

“This is not good!” Rooster’s panicked voice cut Jake off. “We took another hit!” “No, no, no, no, no!”

You ripped your mask off, “We have to go, now, Jake! If we wait for orders, they will get shot down. If we go now, we have a chance to save them.” He hesitated. “You were willing to risk your career earlier. Why are you hesitating now?” You sighed, “I’ll take every bit of blame.”

He looked at you over his shoulder, “You’d seriously do that? Risk your career, just like that?” “Yes. Especially if it means saving those I care about.” Jake looked in your eyes and knew you were serious.

In moments, you were airborne with Cyclone reprimanding you over the radio. “Seresin, Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” “Saving our friends.” “I didn’t give you the order-” “With all due respect, sir, you took too long.” He sighed, “Save them and get your asses back on this boat. I’ll deal with you when you land.”

****

As you and Jake flew to their location, all you heard was Maverick screaming at Rooster to eject.

“Rooster, pull the handle! Eject!” “It’s not working!”

Jake pressed harder, willing the plane to go faster.

“Mav!”

Your heart drops when you hear a missile lock through the radio. But then, Jake gets a lock on the enemy and he fires just as they do.

You relax back into your seat, “Holy shit…” You let out a laugh in disbelief, “Holy shit…”

Jake’s grinning behind his mask as he goes through the smoke, “Good, afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions.” Rooster’s laugh sounded through the comms. “And prepare for landing.”

Maverick pounded the glass and gave you and Jake a thumbs up.

“Hey, Hangman, you look good.” “I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m here too, but yeah compliment the pilot.” “Star! You look good too-” You laughed good naturedly, “Save it, bird brain.” All of them laughed.

“It’s good to see you. And Maverick, if you keep pulling shit like that, Nick Fury is gonna make you an Avenger.” Maverick laughed and shook his head before Jake turned the plane, “We’ll see you back on deck.”

****

You and Jake landed, parking the aircraft as Maverick and Rooster landed.

You both got out, hugging each other. “Thank you, for trusting me.” “Star, I’d be a fool not to trust you. I should be thanking you for trusting me as your pilot.” You just hugged him again.

You pulled away just in time for Bob to sweep you up in a hug and spin you around. “Bob! You did it! You guys did it!” 

He sat you down, breathing heavily, “I thought I told you not to do anything stupid? Disobeying orders? Really?” You just shrugged, grinning as Bob rolled his eyes and hugged you again.

You gave quick hugs to the others before Omaha got his hug and kiss. “I can’t wait to get you on dry land again, Y/N.” You kissed him again, “I look forward to it, Neil. But let’s go see Bradley, yeah?” He nodded and turned his back to you, “Hop on hero.” You rolled your eyes, laughing as you jumped onto his back.

When you got there, you stopped by Mav first, seeing the four other strike team members with Rooster.

Neil sat you down and went over to Rooster.

“Captain?” Maverick quickly turned around and smiled at you. “Star.” He pulled you in for a hug, “Hondo told me what you did. What you and Hangman did.” He pulled back to look at you, “Why? Why would you risk your career by disobeying orders?”

You held eye contact, “Because last time I obeyed orders, someone got killed. I wasn’t gonna let that happen again. I can’t lose anymore family.” Maverick could only nod before pulling you back in for a hug, “Thank you.”

He pulled away and patted your shoulder, nodding to the other pilot, “Go see Rooster.” You nodded saluting him before going to see your friend.

When you got there, he was talking to Jake and shaking his hand.

“Chalked yourself another kill.” “That makes two,” Jake said, fighting back a grin. “Mav has five. Makes him an ace,” Phoenix added teasingly.

Bradley and Jake just shared a look and you waited for Jake to make his move.

But he just hugged Phoenix. “Oh- Jake c’mon!” You groaned quietly before going up to Bradley.

“Bradshaw,” you said as you stood in front of him. He smiled down at you, “Rogers.” You sighed before hugging him tightly, him doing the same. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” “Me too.. Me too..”

You pulled away and Bradley looked over at Jake who was waiting off to side for you both to go talk to Cyclone.

Noticing, you pulled him back into a hug that he reciprocated, “Tell him, Bradley. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” You let go and walked towards Jake, sending a smile over your shoulder to Rooster who nodded and went to find Maverick.

****

“Lieutenant Seresin, Lieutenant Rogers.” You and Jake stood in front of Cyclone at attention. “Admiral Simpson.” He took in a deep breath, “You disobeyed my orders to wait, Lieutenant Seresin.”

You took a step forward, ready to take the blame, “Sir, it’s not-”

“I know, sir. But I couldn’t, in good conscience, wait to be told to take off.” You looked up at Jake, “Hangman-” “Lieutenant Rogers and I decided that if we hadn’t left when we had, Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Bradshaw would not have made it home. The responsibility falls on both of us.”

You shook your head, “It was my idea, Hangman. What are you doing?” “I didn’t have to listen to you. It was my choice, Star. I’m just as much to blame.”

Cyclone arched a brow at both of you before sighing to gain your attention.

“While I have everything I need to ground both of you. I’m not going to. You’re both right. Had you waited for my order, we would have lost two pilots today. Just don’t let it happen again. Alright?” Both you and Jake nodded, “Yes sir.” “Yes sir.” “Dismissed.”

Both you and Jake exited the room and hugged each other, “Let’s go celebrate!”

********

A few days later you were all back on dry land and celebrating on the beach with a bonfire/cookout.

Neil had his arm around your waist, “Have you heard from Sam or Bucky?” You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder, “Yeah, it’s been a while though, last I heard they went to Madripor on a lead. They could be anywhere now.” He just nodded and sipped his drink.

Then Jake came up to you. “Star, I need your help.” You walked away from the pit and turned to him.

“What’s up?” “I’m gonna tell him. I’m gonna tell Rooster.” You grinned, “That’s great! I’m happy for you, Jake.” He nodded, hands on his hips. “There’s just one small problem.” You hummed, “And that is?” “I suck at expressing my feelings without being an asshole.” “I think that’s obvious.” He groaned, “Just help me!”

You held your hands up in defense, “Okay, okay.” You looked over at Bradley, “Just tell him. You’re great with words, Jake.” “But what if I fumble-” You noticed Bradley walked over. 

You grabbed Hangman’s hands, “Jake, you’ll be okay.” You squeezed them, “Trust me.” He looked in your eyes, searching for any sign of malicious intent, and found none. “Okay,” he hugged you. “Thank you.” “Go get him, Cowboy.”

You smiled at him before walking back to Omaha. “Is he gonna tell him?” You glanced back over to see them talking to each other and smiled. “I think so.”

Just before you turned around, Jake grabbed Bradley’s face and kissed him. You smiled and turned around, happy for your friends.

They came over not too long later, hand in hand. Everyone noticed but didn’t say anything, only smiling and nodding to the two in congratulations.

Fanboy came over to you, “Star, have you seen the news since we got back?” You tilted your head, “Not really no.” He gulped and showed you his phone, “You probably should.”

You gasped at the title on his screen and pulled out your own phone.

There it was, the article of a lifetime on your lockscreen. It was recent, the article, but the video attached looked about a day old.

You pulled it up and watched it, your chest burning and the feeling of bile rising in your throat.

This was bad.

*********

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Black Crescent Bay

(my NOVEL on wattpad, not to be confused with the short story in my short story collection 'The Ballad of Hollowfaye'! This is just another siren story that also takes place in my fictional town of Hollowfaye. Different characters but same setting.)

Esmarie Kestrel is a human girl. A normal human girl. She's 21, attends Hollowfaye Community College, and JUST wants to make it to the fashion show at the end of her senior year. She's a seamstress, a designer for her school's Theater, and that's ALL she cares about. Who needs math? But also who needs sleep? ESMARIE DOES! So she'd appreciate it if this siren fishboy who calls himself her mate would stop haunting her dreams and giving her DREADFULLY awful romantic visions of their lives together! And while he's at it, he could TAKE her stupid mermaid tail back because EW!

(2)

a party

My best friend is an old lady named Waverly Adler, and her best friend is a middle-aged man named Heath Merrick. Waverly's been divorced twice and made it out, luckily, without any children to waste her life raising. Her second husband did have three children of his own, and she was happy to never see any of them ever again. She moved to Hollowfaye when she was 68, ready to start her life over and go to college, determined to make something of herself.

Heath was an ex-con, ex-drug dealer who'd lost everything including his husband and their five adopted children when they moved to a place only reachable by goblin tolls and portal-circles made of mushrooms and flora.

I figured he was still micro-dosing whatever drugs he used to do when he explained his sad life story. It wasn't far off. Plenty of people in Hollowfaye had issues dealing with reality.

On the third day that I was too exhausted and anxiety-ridden to endure any of our lectures, Waverly stopped by my apartment with a carton of cigarettes and a bottle of rum.

"Get dressed," she demanded, and gasped when she saw the ghastly circles under my eyes, "And clean your face up, girl. You're gonna scare everyone away." She pushed past me and inspected my disatrous humble abode with a scoff. "Goodness me, what have you been doing in here?"

I tried to shut the door, but Heath stopped it with his beer belly. He shoved his way through with a smile which quickly fell when he saw me and my surroundings.

"What happened here?"

"Homework," I muttered, and moved stray fabrics from one side of the floor to the other side with the tip of my toe.

They both tsk'ed me. "Well... We're going to a party." Heath looked at Waverly, "You did tell her that we're going to a party, right?"

Waverly gestured at me before sitting down on the velvet sea-blue sofabed. She set the rum in the cup holder and pulled out a cigarette and placed it saltily between her lips.

"I did, but she won't listen to me."

It was only then that I registered their outfits. Heath was in a powder blue tux from the seventies with a ruffled black button-up and a fuschia bow tie, Waverly was in a neon chartreuse-sequin formal gown that looked like it belonged in 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes' or  'The Divorcee'. I couldn't even form a comment before Heath was ushering me into the bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet and got to work beating color into my face and beating the color out of my bags.

He didn't touch my hair. Well, he did. Just curled some of the tresses around his fingers with a smile before he said, "We'll leave this be. It really frames your face."

"Thanks... But I cannot go to a party tonight. I'm distressed. And overwhelmed. And I'll just ruin the night for both of you."

He scoffed, "Please," he lined my lips with a jewel-tone plum liner, "you don't possess the skills to ruin my night." As he was glossing on a blood-red lipstick over the plum color, he shouted to Waverly, "Doll, find her an outfit and some shoes!"

There was rustling in my bedroom and then the sound of shoes being thrown across the floor and drawers being pulled open and slammed shut. I was scared of what I'd find when the door opened. But then there was Waverly with a wide smile and the chiffon sage green and slate gray dress I only just finished the night before.

"This is just gorgeous. You have to wear it tonight."

I blushed, "Thanks. You should've seen how long I struggled with the boning of the corset."

She looked down at it and held it up to her chest, staring at herself in the mirror and adjusting the red in her otherwise white hair. "This will just work wonders on your bust, won't it?"

I blushed harder. This time out of embarrassment. I hadn't done that intentionally in the design, but the corset did create a look that was nothing short of a miracle on my flat chest. It gave the illusion that there was something there worth grabbing. The asymmetrical waterfall skirt, however, was intentional, and it made my buns look like the finest in the bakery.

It wasn't my proudest creation, but it was up there.

I was almost excited to wear it, and then Waverly pulled out the vibrant red thong she'd paired it with. My smile fell at once.

"What? Just in case,"

I shook my head, but Heath held me still as he finished sculpting my eyebrows, "I never wear that."

"Never say never. Besides you might find yourself a handsome beau tonight, and you'll be quite disappointed in yourself if you decide to wear your granny-panties instead."

"Listen to that one, Sweetheart," he gestured at her with the tip of the makeup brush, "she knows allllll about granny-panties, don't you, hun?"

Waverly let out a hmph and dropped the red-violet wrap-up chunky heels on the ground, "A lady never reveals her age."

She had. Literally the first day we met. She was 69 next spring.

It took only a few more minutes for Heath to add the finishing touches to my face. A touch of highlight on the tip of my nose, some sparkly setting spray, and a spritz of Chanel No. 5 on either side of my neck and behind my ears.

"Gorgeous! Now let's get you dressed."

I stopped them as they both reached for me, "I'm quite capable of doing it myself, thanks." I put it all on in a flash, forboding the thong, and opting to just let my cheeks hang free. It would at least rid me of a burdensome panty-line around my hips.

"Where is this party anyway?" I asked as we were leaving.

Heath explained it was some celebratory thing to cheer on the one of our sports teams. He forgot which one, and we all figured it was unimportant anyway. We all thought sports were for people who WEREN'T us. Waverly grabbed the rum and the cigarettes on her way out, and we pre-gamed on our way to the New England, eggshell yellow colonial-house where there was nowhere to park and barely anywhere to stand.

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tombs and trolls : scene 1

HEYYYY YOU GUYS!!!! quick disclaimer before you start reading. this is a LONGGGG project, so please don't expect quick updates. I have like three scenes done, and it usually takes a few weeks to grind these out. I'll be happy to take requests for these (although, smut will not be accepted) and see any fan content on this. I can also post picrews/backstories to all the characters if you'd like.

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NARRATOR: (walks on stage) Ladies, Gentlemen, and the random bee that will torment the audience for the majority of this show, welcome to my universe. (the lights will focus on each character as they’re mentioned) Today, we follow the literal face of chaos (JAMES looks up and waves, not a single thought behind his eyes), a troubled princess (MARION does a small but humble curtsy), the “heartthrob” (QUINN winks and points finger guns at the audience)(beat) Okay, don’t ask me, I was given ten dollars to say that. Next we have your average cottagecore girlie (MYLAH twirls around, smiling), a chaotic fighter (CARRAN starts to walk forward but trips and stays where they are) , and a clueless victorian child.

OLLIE: (offended, putting her hands on her hips) Huh?

NARRATOR: Did I stutter? Now don't interrupt me, I’m in the middle of the best monologue you’ll ever hear. Anyway, before THIS one interrupted me, I was going to say… wait, what WAS I going to say?

QUINN: You were going to talk about how EVERYONE in this group thinks I’m the HOTTEST one here.

NARRATOR: I will NOT be falling for that again. Anyway, these few, uhm, very, INTERESTING individuals, are on a mission to find the coveted enchanted necklace of spotify.

MARION: I’m telling all of you peasants, THIS is the way to go!

OLLIE: (While the conversation continues, OLLIE exits the line of adventurers and starts picking flowers behind the group to make a bouquet)

CARRAN: (shaking their hands mockingly) OHHHH, of COURSE little miss princess always knows best!

MARION: YOU think you know better?

JAMES: (Raising his finder nerdily)  Um, actually 🤓

EVERYONE (excluding JAMES and NARRATOR): SHUT UP JAMES!

NARRATOR: Wow, it’s like I'm not even here. (they walk around the stage in between the people as they continue arguing [as the next lines are being said]. The narrator exits the stage after they walk around each person)

OLLIE: (completely clueless) You guys, look what I made! (she happily shows her creation)

QUINN: Oh, for me? Thanks, sugar 😉

MYLAH: (grabs the flowers) let me see those. (she examines the flowers and gasps) Ollie, this is a very rare spider lily! Not a lot of these grow! You can’t just pick them!

OLLIE: I'm sorry 👉🏼👈🏼

MYLAH: (sighs) I forgive you. I understand that not everyone has the same knowledge as me when it comes to flowers. (she gives the bouquet back to OLLIE)

NARRATOR: (off stage) What if that flower was poisonous?

OLLIE: (screams and drops the flowers)

NARRATOR: (chuckles) Wow, you guys will really fall for anything.

OLLIE: (comically furious) You’re actually so annoying. I hope you fall in a ditch somewhere in the middle of night and accidentally EAT a poisonous flower-

JAMES: Okay, okay, why don’t we calm down a wee bit? (he pulls Ollie in for a hug and pats her on the head)

MARION: (annoyed and disgusted) Okay, while you two... LOVEBIRDS do your thing, we have something much more important on our hands. We NEED to have a plan on how we’re going to look for the enchanted necklace of spotify.

CARRAN: Marion, you’re always SO desperate to get things done. Why can’t you sit back, and just… enjoy the environment around you?

MYLAH: I second that.

QUINN: (looking around) I do suppose it’s very pretty here. But not as pretty as you. (they turn around and wink at MYLAH)

MYLAH: (Trying to hide her flustration) Oh, won’t you stop. (She swats her hand playfully)

MARION: Can everybody stop flirting with each other for one minute!?

CARRAN: (Proudly) I wasn’t flirting.

MARION: We all know why, Carran. You’re not confident enough to flirt.

CARRAN: (registers the insult, but doesn’t respond verbally)

JAMES: (Now out of the hug with Ollie) Do any you have a map? Ollie and I want to know how close we are to a flower shop.

MARION: I do!

MYLAH: Can I see it?

(MARION unrolls the map and holds it out. CARRAN jumps in and cuts the map into two with their sword.)

MARION: What was that for?

CARRAN: Do we REALLY need a map? Why can’t the adventure guide us instead?

MARION: You are insufferable.

OLLIE: How are we going to navigate this without a map? What if we get lost? Or get eaten? Or poisoned? Or lost? Wait, I already said lost. (she puts her head in her hands, continuing to fret)

MAROIN: (rolling her eyes) See what you did? (she quickly pulls out her wand and the map is fixed immediately)

CARRAN: Well, you fixed it.

MYLAH: How about we try to be safer, Carran?

CARRAN: (after taking a bit to think about it) Perchance.

MARION: (rolls her eyes) Alright, here’s the map. What path are we thinking?

JAMES: (pointing to a spot on the map) We should take this one because there’s a flower shop along it.

OLLIE: YES! LET’S DO THAT ONE!

MARION: No, we can’t take that route! That’s the long way! We don’t have enough time to take it! We need to take THIS one!

CARRAN: And cross right through that troll patch? No thank you!

MARION: So what do you propose we do? Take the long way and find that someone has already taken the necklace? If people know that we’re out looking for it, they’ll start looking for it too.

CARRAN: We could just… not mention the necklace to anybody other than ourselves?

MARION: (facepalms) Carran, how STUPID can you be to think that we’re the only people that actually know about the necklace? Also, what kind of fighter are you that you’re afraid of trolls?

CARRAN: What kind of sorcerer are YOU that you don’t cast a spell on all of us to just do whatever you say?

MARION: My magic teachers didn’t exactly teach me how to do that.

MYLAH: Okay, may I interject this? Why don’t we break up into teams of two? We could cover more ground that way. I’ll go with Quinn.

OLLIE: And I’ll go with James!

JAMES: Yeah!

CARRAN: I am NOT pairing up with Marion!

MARION: And there’s NO WAY I’m pairing with Carran!

MYLAH: Well that’s just too bad. Everybody else is paired with. You’ll have to deal with it 😗

MARION: Ugh!

CARRAN: (mumbling) I can’t believe I’m teamed with Marion, out of all people 🙄

QUINN: Well, I’M just SO flattered that Mylah chose me. No offense to you guys. You guys just don’t get me the way Mylah does.

MYLAH: All I did was compliment your hair and you then haven’t left my side.

QUINN: Well, I’m not seeing you complaining. (They put their arm around MYLAH’S shoulder.)

MARION: So now that all of you guys are just GUSHING about how much you love your partners while I’m left with this one, (she points at CARRAN, who mouths “bite me” to MARION,) can we PLEASE figure out which way we’re all going to go?

OLLIE: (Raising her hand immediately and jumping) I want to go the flower way!

JAMES: (Looks at her and smiles, nodding along with her.)

QUINN: Mylah, what are your thoughts on going down the path with the river? 

MYLAH: (surprised) How did you know that rivers are my favorite type of nature to walk by?

QUINN: (looking at MYLAH straight in the eyes) Just a hunch.

MYLAH: Are you always like this?

QUINN: I can be HOWEVER you want me to be 😉

Mylah: (Squirms out of flustration)

MARION: Well, it looks like we’re left with the forest.

CARRAN: Can’t we just go to the tomb?

MARION: And how are we going to get to the tomb? Magic?

CARRAN: You’re a horrible sorceress.

MARION: Are you going to keep complaining or are you going to listen and follow my plan?

CARRAN: Well, will you shut up if I do what you say?

MARION: Fine!

CARRAN: Fine!

(Both exit the stage annoyedly)

QUINN: (Their arm still around MYLAH’s shoulder) Why don’t we go to the rivers now?

MYLAH: Sure!

(QUINN and MYLAH exit the stage)

JAMES: To the flower shop?

OLLIE: To the flower shop!

(They hold hands and skip, exiting the stage. The curtain closes)

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[bitterspoons]

Metal bones and Magnets

Tinker-Belle Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem! OC (eventually)

Summary: In which we meet our OC Belle and Pietro is both an enemy and a hero.

Word Count: 1.6k

this is the first part /// next part

“Hello lovely people!” Belle waved to her recording iphone as she buckled her heels on. “Ladies in Gentlemen and everybody in between— I am currently on the Quinjet because you guessed it, we found another HYDRA base!”

She grabbed her camera and posed with her best friend, Tony. “Tony! How do you feel about my new fighting shoes?”

Tony looked down at Belle’s new platform heels with little pom-poms. “Very gimmick-y Belle. Be careful— you’re gonna be more iconic than Spangles over there.”

“I’m always more iconic than Capsicle.” Belle rolled her eyes, flipping her hair. “I’m obviously the better blonde.”

“No, no— That’s where you’re wrong, Lady Belle.” Belle pointed the camera at Thor. “I am clearly the superior blonde.”

“Okay folks— we’re approaching the base. Tink— start stretching.” Bruce warned as they could feel the jet start lowering.

Belle stretched her wings out and let them pop through the golden armor that Tony had built. Her fairy wings fluttered around— letting her float into the air to avoid turbulence.

“You forgot your intro again!” Clint reminded the girl who was doing flips in the air to get warmed up.

“Right! Hello! If you don’t already know me— My name is Belle but you probably know me as Tinkerbelle. I’m the result of illegal human experimentation and Tony Stark found me a few months ago.” She looked at the camera and smiled— doing her rehearsed introduction. “He gave me new and improved metal bones and healed my broken wings.”

“I helped out at the Attack on New York— using my acrobatic skills, swordplay and flying to defeat the Chitauri. Ever since, I’ve been an Avenger and have been keeping a video diary. We’re about to land so I’ll see you when we’re on the ground!”

Clicking off her camera— she made sure her green mini dress wasn’t wrinkled and fluttered her way near the exit. “I’ll scope out the area with Stark!”

Iron man and Tinkerbelle flew out of the Quinjet— and began to make their way closer and closer to the building. Belle touched her intercom. “The place is surrounded— we’re going to regroup and attack in numbers. We haven’t been seen yet.”

- - - - - - - - - - -

With that— The Avengers drove in. Each on fighting HYDRA agents and making their way to victory.

Belle and Stark began quickly bolting towards the main building.

“SHIT!” Stark exclaimed— bumping into an invisible force field.

“Language!”

“Jarvis? What’s the view from upstairs?” Belle asked, banging her fist across the force field before getting shot at.

“The building seems to be surrounded by a type of energy shield…It’s more advanced than any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s sceptre must be here.” Thor informed. “There’s no way Stricker could power this defense without it. At long last…”

Belle floated down to the ground where she began to fight all the soldiers on outside of the base.

“Long last is lasting pretty long boys…” Natasha commented.

Belle shot up to the sky— wings flapping quickly as she sped towards the forrest. “Clint— there’s a weak spot on the bunker that’s shooting at you. Just shoot forwards.”

“Thanks.” Clint said after hearing an explosion. “I think we’ve lost the element of surprise.”

Belle let out a shriek as a blast went whizzing last her head. “The absolute nerve!” Belle hurled a grenade at the bunker that tried it.

“I’m sorry— nobody else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?”

“I know,” Steve hurled his shield, knocking a few people to the ground. “Just slipped out.”

“Stark, have you gotten the force field taken care of yet?”

“Closing in, JARVIS— am I closing in?”

Something caught Belle’s eyes as she flew closer to the base. “Guys— I just saw something dart out of the base. I’d watch out.”

Clint who just got knocked to the floor— wished he got a warning earlier.

“We’ve got an enhanced on the field. Belle— your move.” Steve announced.

“On it.” Belle zipped to the forrest.

“Clint’s been hit! Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" A loud crash. "Thank you!”

Belle flew around the forrest as fast as she could— scanning the area around her from the skies until she saw something blue flash below her.

Flittering— her wings jolted her to the ground in an instant. Her eyes darted between the trees until she felt a breeze behind her.

She grabbed their hand and backed them into a tree, grabbing their shirt by the collar before finally looking at them. She took her sword and swiped it across his cheek.

“Nice catch” He winked before throwing her to the ground.

Winded, Belle groaned before touching her intercom. “I’ve met the enhanced. He’s speedy, cute and has frosted tips?”

“What the the 80’s?” Stark commented— letting them know the force field was down.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys— I think we’re gonna need Evac.” Natasha reported.

“I can get Barton. You guys find the sceptre.” Thor instructed before flying off.

“And for gosh sake— watch your language!” Belle mocked— flying up again and breezing through the front doors of the building.

Tony had found a secret room in the building— Belle was clearing out the building; her silent wings were very useful for sneaking around and disarming people.

Sneaking into rooms— she would silently disarm and knock people out until soon everyone is the room was harmless.

“We’re locked in out here.” Natasha reported.

“Get to Banner.” Steve suggested. “Time for a lullaby.”

Belle walked through one of the doors— completely disregarding the warning sign on the door.

And in her defense, there were warning signs everywhere.

Now in a place like this— boobytraps are expected. But after walking through the place for a while and not seeing anything, Belle was breezing through the places.

And in her defense— this wasn’t a boobytrap.

Instead— Belle walked into a room and she felt her intercom being tugged off her.

Belle turned around to see where it went when she saw a giant disposal.

A magnet was held above a conveyor belt as it picked up metals from the trash. Belle saw her intercom stuck to the giant magnet.

And in her defense— Belle is an idiot.

Walking over to the disposal, Belle suddenly felt a pull towards the disposal— so like the idiot she is, she went closer.

Watching the metals from soda cans being pulled up into the magnet and slowly turning flat and into melted metal— it was mesmerising.

It wasn’t until she was walking along on the conveyer belt when she realised she was in trouble.

Her elbow smacked into the magnet.

Soon enough it was her whole arm.

And soon she remembered that her metal bones stick to magnets.

Now very panicked— she began to tug at her arm, silently begging for the magnet to be weaker than it was proving to be.

Seeing her intercom on the other side— she made an attempt to reach for it but when her other elbow got stuck to the magnet— slamming her back onto the magnet too she stopped trying.

She could see the emergency power off but for some reason it was across the room and there was no chance of her reaching it.

Belle tried thinking of all the ways to get out of this less than ideal situation when she folded her wings.

“Schieße!” A german curse flew out of Belle’s mouth as a searing white hot pain rang throughout her body.

She watched as her intercom melted and began freaking out.

So like any other prepared avenger— she began to shout for help.

After a long while with no reply and her voice very worn out and tired— she hung from the magnet, very disappointed that this is how she died.

She had barely accomplished anything— she hadn’t taken down hydra like she wanted to or published her video diary as a documentary. She hadn’t even fallen in love yet or met Clint’s family like he promised.

When finally— something flashed in her teary vision.

Something alive and blue.

She heard machines turn off and she could feel her body falling from the stupid burning hot ceiling magnet when something caught her.

Belle curled into a small ball as her saviour carefully hugged her. “Thank you…” she whispered, opening her watery eyes and admiring his face.

“No problem.” He said back, wrapping her in a blanket and picking her up.

“I’m sorry… I cut your pretty face…” Belle traced the spot where a red cut lie on his cheek.

Before she knew it— Belle was in front of an empty Iron Man suit and now alone.

Belle carefully got up— tears streaming as her back and arms ached in pain as she climbed into the suit.

“JARVIS—turn on intercom.”

“Intercom— on. Several burns detected. ”

“Guys? I lost my intercom and i’m badly injured. Bruce can fix burns right?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Oh— they’re flatlining! Call it!” Tony walked it holding two smoothies.

Clint and Belle laid down next to each other. Belle was on her stomach as her burns were being healed by creating new skin tissue.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna live forever!” Clint smiled. “I’ll be made of plastic.”

“You’ll be made of you, Barton.”

Belle looked up from her iphone. “You interrupted my duolingo. And one of those smoothies better be mine.” She pointed at Tony’s drinks.

“Right, because we need you learning 50 new languages. Remind me which ones you speak?” Tony gave her a smoothie.

“English, German, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish and if you let me continue my duolingo— Sokovian.” Belle took a sip of her drink. “Strawberry Banana? You know me so well.”

Natasha shot her a look after Belle said Sokovian, eyebrows raised. Belle blew a raspberry at her.

“Helen, I expect to see you at the party this afternoon?”

Helen gave a polite smile. “Unlike you— I don’t have time for parties.” She coughed and asked not-so-discreetly

“Will… Thor be there?”

end of part 1

[delilahdoesthings]

iThink I Wanna Marry You

Read full fic here

Carly had never been so nervous in her entire life. She smiled at her reflection. Today was going to be the best day of her life. Because today, Carly was going to marry the love of her life, Freddie Benson. 

Carly was wearing a strapless lace dress with a satin belt around her waist. Her hair was half up, half down and her veil reached the floor. In other words, Carly looked hot. But would Freddie think so? A sudden spike of doubt ran through her mind. 

“Damn, Carly.” Harper walked in. “You look hot.” 

“You really think so?” Carly asked anxiously. Harper gave her a look and from across the room, Millicent rolled her eyes. 

“You know you look good so don’t even start with that.” Harper said. “Freddie is going to LOSE it when he sees you in that dress.

“You’re right.” Carly sighed. “I’m just so nervous. What if he changes his mind?” 

“Are we talking about the same Freddie?” Harper asked incredulously.

“My dad is kind of obsessed with you.” Millicent added. “It’s kind of pathetic honestly.” 

“You’re spiraling, Carly.” Harper said. 

“I am not.” 

Harper and Millicent both stared. 

“Okay, maybe a little.”

“Look, Carly.” Harper began. “Freddie loves you. I know you’re nervous but I promise you, the only thing that’s going to happen today is you marching down that aisle and getting married to the love of your life.” 

“You’re right.” Carly hyped herself up. “Nothing bad is going to happen today. Just a beautiful wedding to the person I love most in the world. I can do this.” 

Carly’s father poked his head in. “Carly, it’s time.” 

Carly took a deep breath in. She could do this. She grabbed her bouquet as Harper and Millicent left the room. 

“Ready?” Colonel Shay offered his arm. 

“As I’ll ever be.” Carly replied. 

Carly made her way down the aisle, never once taking her eyes off of Freddie. His eyes were sparkling, his smile brighter than the sun. Suddenly all of her fears melted away. With Freddie standing there, looking at her like that, what was there to be afraid of?

She beamed at Freddie as she approached the altar. She handed her bouquet off to Harper and turned to face Freddie. He took her hands gently and Carly’s heart skipped a beat. 

“Dearly beloved,” The officiant began. “Today we are gathered to celebrate the union between Carly Shay and Freddie Benson.” Carly inhaled sharply. Oh god, she thought, this was really happening. 

“Love is built on many things. Honesty, respect, compassion, empathy. The most important, however, is friendship. Over the last thirteen years, many of you have borne witness to the evolution of Carly and Freddie’s romance from childhood friendship into a deep and everlasting love.” Carly’s eyes filled with tears and Freddie gently squeezed her hands. 

“It is my understanding that the bride and groom have elected to write their own vows.” 

Freddie inhaled, looking more nervous than Carly had ever seen him. “Carly.” He began. “There are no words to describe how I feel about you, but I’m going to try anyway. The first time we met, I knew I wanted to be with you, as you were well aware. You did not feel the same way.” The audience chuckled. “That’s okay, because I wouldn’t trade our journey for the world. Carly, I promise that I will always be by your side, your rock, your biggest fan. Now and always.” 

Carly blinked back tears. “Freddie.” She said, her voice breaking. “I told you when we first got together that you were still my hero, and that’s true. But you are so much more than that. You’re my very best friend. And I promise to always put our friendship above all else.” Freddie wiped the tears from his face. 

They exchanged rings, hands shaking but smiles wide. Finally, it was time for the big moment. 

“By the power vested in me by the state of Washington, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” 

Freddie kissed her just then, soft and gentle. They turned to face their family and friends. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you for the very first time as a married couple, Carly Shay and Freddie Benson!”

They made their way back up the aisle, hands linked. This was it. They were finally married. 

“Looks like you’re stuck with me forever.” Freddie said. “I refuse to get another divorce.” 

“That’s fine by me, husband.” Carly said flirtatiously. Freddie bumped her shoulder in response. 

They’d come a long way over the last thirteen years, but, as Freddie said, Carly wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. He was everything she didn’t know she wanted until it was almost too late. She was so lucky to be able to call Freddie her husband. 

Things were exactly how they were meant to be.

[lore-gore]

Breakdown of edits for upcoming roleplay, found here:

The changes to the 2016 version of Ride The Cyclone will be as follows:

Ricky will switch between his wheelchair and crutches throughout the play, depending on the choreography. (Or whatever mobility aid/combination of mobility aids Ricky's roleplayer wants to use.)

Ricky's catchphrase will still be last, but it will also be when he first speaks:

(RICKY realizes that this plane of existence has no boundaries. He attempts to communicate telepathically.)

RICKY; RECORDED

Story of my life brother.

KARNAK

Meet Ricky Potts

SFX: MEET RICKY

KARNAK

Town dreamer. Catchphrase:

(RICKY does a small physical gesture. He moves his mouth along with the words now.)

RICKY

Level up.

OCEAN

Oh my god Ricky, sweetie you can speak!

RICKY

That's nothing... watch this.

(RICKY summons his wheelchair.)

During What The World Needs, the tambourine line is used instead.

Ricky and Constance switch places in the pyramid.

Afterwards, Oceans 'I love you' to Ricky will go like this:

OCEAN

And Ricky! Honey. I love you. I got you into the choir even though you didn't talk! I mean, you got play the tambourine!

RICKY

No one gets to play the tambourine, they're always made to! No one's making out with tambourine guy.

OCEAN

Accessibility for all!

RICKY

And then I rode the roller coaster. Thanks.

Karnak calls Ukraine Ukraine, not THE Ukraine

Pre- Space Age Bachelor Man will go like this:

RICKY

Level up!

KARNAK

Ricky Potts, born June 5th. Gemini: the dual nature. Favorite ride: The Gravitron. Born with a rare degenerative disease, when Ricky mysteriously stopped speaking at an early age, the Potts family took a vow of silence. The only time they ever really interacted with one another is when they read comics, or fed the cats. They had 14 cats. From the time he started school Ricky was subjected to the most appalling cruelty humanity can muster: complete indifference. Far from growing bitter, Ricky developed an elaborate playground in his synapses, where he became his own best friend. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Ricky Potts! The most imaginative boy in town.

(Pause)

MISHA

Why don't you express your truth as 'The Boy Who Couldn't Talk Now Plays The Accordion Like The World's Most Celebrated Accordion Player.' Whatever the hell that dude's name is.

RICKY

Well... What if people can't handle what I have to say?

CONSTANCE

Just go ahead! It's fine.

RICKY

I dunno, it's... Kinda hard to talk about. So...

CONSTANCE

It's hard to talk about stuff. But um... After a while you might feel better.

OCEAN

Yeah you can talk-

(Everyone looks at OCEAN)

Okay...

RICKY

Okay, um... Well I guess you can say I'm pretty sexy on another planet!

Look, I am a radical prophet from the Zolarian Starcluster. Supreme leader of those beings that evolved from cats. There are seven suns on planet Zolar so, the gravitational pull it makes everything hotter, longer, wider, and wetter.

(CONSTANCE giggles)

CONSTANCE

I'd be lying if I said that was exactly what I was expecting! But okay?

OCEAN

Who even are you right now?!?

RICKY

I'm telling you, monkey lovedrop! Come on-

I'M JUST A SWINGIN'

CHOIR

AAAH!

RICKY

SPACE AGE!

CHOIR

AAH AH!

RICKY

BATCHELOR MAN!

He does not concede afterwards.

Instead of Misha being missing from The Ballad of Jane Doe, it's Ricky.

And then, the ending, in which Karnak dies before Jane is ressurected:

OCEAN

(to herself)

“The one who wants to win it the most shall redeem the loser—in order to complete the whole.”

(beat)

... you knew all along I could never do it

KARNAK

What?

OCEAN

Choose myself.

(She looks around the room. She exhales.)

(To everyone in the room)

It shouldn’t be me.

(She looks at CONSTANCE who looks at JANE, OCEAN nods)

I made no attempt to get to know any of you in life. Not even my best friend. In any real way. Which turns out is too bad for me, because each and every one of you is a fricken rockstar. We died young, in some random accident. But to say that if one dies young, they die needlessly - that is to discount the years we had. The experiences we had... Our hopes, our dreams... I would gladly take my seventeen years over nothing. Who do I vote for? ... The girl who can't remember any of it. Her... we had a life—she didn’t. That’s my vote. Motioned carried.

(JANE looks confused as she moves toward the proscenium.)

OCEAN

Democracy rocks.

KARNAK

As you wish.

(Suddenly a flurry of fortunes he has given over his life overlap. “You will get a promotion, be sure to ride the Cyclone”, “Your love will last. Be sure to ride the Cyclone”, “The truth is on your side, be sure to ride the Cyclone” etc.)

KARNAK (SFX)

Automation, digital hiccup

Your lucky number is seven, you will get a promotion, you will soar to great heights, be sure to ride the Cyclone.

(KARNAK is dead, but the children remain. They huddle around JANE to comfort her.)

OCEAN

IT’S NOT A GAME, MAYBE THAT’S THE NEWS

CAUSE NO ONE WILL WIN HERE

AND NO ONE CAN LOSE

THERE’S NO ONE TO MEASURE OUR FOOLISH PRIDE

AND NO ONE KEEPS SCORE OF HOW HARD WE TRIED

OCEAN, CONSTANCE

THIS RIDE IT HAS HEARTBREAK

THIS RIDE IT HAS PAIN

OCEAN, CONSTANCE, NOEL

ALL KINDS OF BLUE SKIES

NO SHORTAGE OF RAIN

KIDS (EXCEPT JANE)

YES THERE IS LAUGHTER AND THE TELLING OF LIES

AND MAYBE IN DARKNESS WE OPEN OUR EYES

AND YOU GIVE AND CHOOSE

WHILE YOU LOVE AND LOSE

AND YOU FEEL THE WORLD IS SPINNING

WITH NO ENDING OR BEGINNING

YOU JUST TAKE A LOOK AROUND

TAKE A LOOK AROUND

TAKE A LOOK AROUND

AND ‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND

(The children break away.)

#20 SAILING THROUGH SPACE REPRISE

CONSTANCE

WE'RE JUST

KIDS (EXCEPT OCEAN)

SAILING THROUGH SPACE

MISHA

THERE'S NO

KIDS (EXCEPT OCEAN)

UP OR DOWN

NOEL

SO

KIDS (EXCEPT OCEAN)

BEAUTIFUL AND STRANGE

RICKY

BUT IT'S

KIDS (EXCEPT OCEAN)

MORE THAN SPINNING 'ROUND

(glock echoes)

YES, IT'S EVERYTHING YOU LOVED

AND EVERYTHING YOU DREAMED

AND EVERYTHING YOU SHARED

AND EVERYTHING THAT SEEMED SO...

OH SO TERRIFYING...

#21 IT'S JUST A RIDE

OCEAN

BUT IT'S NOT A GAME, IT'S NOT A GAME

KIDS (EXCEPT OCEAN, JANE)

WHOA NO NO

IT'S NOT A GAME, IT'S NOT A GAME

KIDS

IT'S JUST A RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IDE! WOO!

IT'S JUST A RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IDE!

CONSTANCE, MISHA, NOEL

YOU MIGHT LIVE FOR A DAY OR ETERNITY

OCEAN, RICKY (OVERLAPPING)

AAAAAAAAAH!

CONSTANCE, MISHA, NOEL

THERE'S NO TIME FOR A JUDGE OR A REFEREE!

OCEAN, RICKY

NO ONE WILL MEASURE...!

CONSTANCE, MISHA, NOEL

AAAAAAAAAH!

OCEAN, RICKY

HOW HARD WE TRIEEED!

KIDS

WE’RE ALL JUST SAILING THROUGH SPACE

THERE’S NO UP, THERE’S NO DOWN

IT’S ALL SO BEAUTIFUL AND STRANGE

BUT SO MUCH MORE THAN SPINNING ROUND

YES IT’S EVERYTHING YOU LOVED

AND IT’S EVERYTHING YOU DREAMED

AND IT’S EVERYTHING YOU SHARED

AND IT’S EVERYTHING THAT SEEMED SO

OH SO TERRIFYING

TURN IT ROUND!

IT'S JUST A RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IDE! WOO!

IT'S JUST A RI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IDE!

AND THE WORLD WILL KEEP ON SPINNING

WITH NO ENDING OR BEGINNING...

SO JUST TAKE A LOOK AROUND

TAKE A LOOK AROUND...

TAKE A LOOK AROUND...

KIDS (EXCEPT JANE)

AND ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND...

JANE

I KNOW THIS DREAM OF LIFE IS NEVER ENDING

IT GOES AROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND AGAIN

(The kids stand in rollercoaster formation, except for JANE who stands at the side. We see the curtain open up with the eternity light with only the sound of howling wind for a brief moment ... The curtain suddenly starts to close with the sound of the roller coaster track, the instant it closes, snap blackout.)

THE END