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realcube · 3 years

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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o 😈

characters: yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’

so you burst out laughing

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’ fell from his lips

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’ then he’d fall for you

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night

hence he fell for you even harder

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol 🖕 ‘

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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Enchanted - Adam Sackler (pt. 4)

and the story goes on!

series summary: You are casted as Giselle in the Broadway adaptation of Enchanted with Adam as Robert.

word count: 3.8k

Part 1 - Part 2- Part 3

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Chapter title: Conflicted

Time is your biggest enemy on Broadway. Everything needs to be settled and done by the premiere, there’s just no other way to go. You can’t just wing it and go with the flow. Rehearsals melt into one big mass in your mind, you start to feel like you are always there, singing, dancing, Giselling.

Exhaustion starts to kick in, causing you to lose focus and get disoriented at the worst times, when you are required to give 100% of yourself.

Matt stares at you like he could kill you right there when you mess up the same step for the millionth time, stopping the whole song.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble shaking your head.

“Do you think you can remember that it’s left-right-front-kick or are you planning on fucking it up on the premiere as well?” His words are soaked with anger and irritation and honestly, he has every right to be mad at you.

“No, I’m sorry.”

Sighing deep he checks the time on his watch and then rolls his eyes.

“Dismissed. Go home and get your shit together,” he spats as the dancers start to leave the stage, but you stand there for a few more seconds, trying to pull yourself together. This can’t continue, you can’t be any problem to the production, you are the female lead, you have to be on top all the time.

“Hey, you alright?” Adam walks up to you and this time you don’t feel any playfulness in him, he looks genuinely concerned about you.

“I’m just… I’m a little off,” you mumble feeling your throat closing up. You can’t start crying right here, you have to get the hell out of here now.

Turning around you march over to your bag and grabbing it you head out as fast as possible, Adam following you right behind.

“Hey, wait! Y/N!” He grabs you wrist on the hallway and you unwillingly but stop, avoiding to look into his eyes. “Don’t take it so serious, everyone can have bad days.”

“It’s not a bad day, I’ve been fucking up all week,” you hiss, the tears dwelling in your eyes.

“That’s alright, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He lifts a hand up hesitantly, like he is debating what he should do, and then puts an arm around your shoulders pulling you in for a hug. You blink a few times in surprise, but his embrace feels oddly soothing, so slowly but surely you hug him back, focusing on his body’s warmth as you calm yourself down a bit.

“Are you in a rush?” he asks when you let go of each other and you shake your head no tugging your hair behind your ears. “Great. Up for a walk?”

You’ve heard about the High Line Park, but you just never got around to see it yourself. The old railway track turned into a long park runs across many streets, giving the most amazing view of the Sun going down over the city, painting the sky between the buildings, the lines of cars merging into a red and a white line on the road.

The two of you sit at a bench over one of the streets, watching the busy city at your feet eating sandwiches you got from a nearby deli.

“So what did you do before you got the role?”

Adam’s mouth is full of food and swear to God, he is the messiest eater you’ve ever seen.

“Um, a lot of stuff, I was a bartender for a year, worked at a hotel, a restaurant, you know. The usual stuff people do waiting for the big break.”

“I bet you got a lot of tip,” he scoffs making you roll your eyes, but you can’t push a smile down. You did, since your boss made you wear the tightest clothes to get the customers’ attention on you.

“What did you do before you got into acting?”

“A bunch of shit. Did some woodwork, thought I could be a carpenter, but I sucked at it. Some smaller acting gigs, you know.”

“And then Broadway?”

“Basically,” he nods.

“How do you take it so well?” you sigh leaning back and staring down at one particular car until it disappears on the corner.

“Well, I definitely don’t have as much dancing and singing going on for me than you. I’m just basically standing there skeptically until I fall in love with you,” he chuckles. “But on the other hand, I give zero shit.”

“About the show?”

“No. If I do good. Because I know that I do the max I could do at that moment, and if that’s not enough for them… Fuck them!”

“Wow,” you chuckle. “Such a free spirit!”

“I’m just done living my life for others,” he shrugs, his attention returning to the remaining of his sandwich. “You shouldn’t care that much about the stupid dances.”

“I just want to do the perfectly. That’s why they pay me.”

“You do them good enough, don’t stress. Matt is just a little angry fucker.”

You laugh at his comment on the choreographer, he surely tend to get angry sometimes.

Sitting there with Adam is probably the most relaxing thing you’ve ever experienced in months. Daylight turns into nighttime and you are still there, sharing funny stories and little bits and bites about your past with each other. He does a great job at diverting your attention from the rehearsal earlier.

“No, you have to keep your arms flexed!” you instruct him, showing him how to stand. Not sure how and why, but you ended up talking about that time you were a cheerleader and Adam wanted you to teach him some dance moves, but he sucks at it.

“Like this?” he asks, but basically does the total opposite.

“No!” you chuckle, but from then, he just starts this weird dance around you, making you laugh so hard people start to stare at you. “Stop!” you laugh trying to get a hold of him. When you finally grab onto his shoulders he stops chuckling.

“You like my dance moves?”

“They suck,” you giggle as he grabs you by the waist and tries to twirl you around, but since you are resisting it turns into a mess and you both almost fall over.

“Adam!” you shriek as you lose balance, holding onto his broad shoulders you feel yourself falling towards the ground, but he manages to keep you, leaning above you, both of you still laughing, almost crying.

“Fuck!” he barks, his hair falling into his face as you just keep laughing, hanging on Adam until you end up on the ground at last, Adam basically falling right onto you as he can’t keep himself up above you anymore.

You gasp for air and it’s just a few seconds later that you realize how close he is, practically lying on top of you on the ground. His grin slowly disappears as well, eyes locked on each other as the situation quickly turns from quirky to sexually tensed.

Because that’s how you feel, so close to him, his breath hitting your neck, arms on each of your side, legs tangled.

You don’t move, you just can’t, neither back nor forward, but that’s enough of a sign for Adam and he doesn’t want to miss the chance. With a firm move he closes the small distance between you and him, lips crashing onto yours and you kiss him back immediately.

It completely slips your mind that you are lying on the ground at High Line, a very public place, the only thing you can think about is how amazing it is to kiss Adam. Like his lips were made to be touching yours. Reaching up you cup his face in your hands as his kiss become more and more demanding, passion soaking every touch, his tongue melting together with yours completely.

“Fucking weirdos!” someone shouts and you snap back to the real world, pushing him away. It takes quite a few moments to clear your thoughts from the kiss, but when you do, reality hits harder than you’d have wanted it.

“I…” Climbing out from under him you sit up and shock sets in. You shouldn’t have kissed him, this was a mistake. Adam is the kind of person you should keep yourself away from, right?

“Y/N—“

“I gotta go,” you mumble jumping to your feet while he is still sitting on the ground.

“Wait, I—“

“See you at rehearsal.” Grabbing your bag from the bench you flee without looking back and giving him the chance to stop you.

You don’t stop until you are off the track, down at the street and daring to glance back you are relieved to see that he is not following you. Or you think you are relieved, because that’s what you should feel when you don’t see him.

You’ve never felt more stupid, confused and terrified at the same time before. You should have never let it go so far, but you don’t need too much time to realize it’s not because of the reasons you should be worried about. Not because you and him work together or because not so long ago you thought about him as this weird, kinky guy. But because you liked it, you want it to happen again and you won’t be able to keep yourself away from him now even though your brain knows you shouldn’t get involved with him.

Lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling you wish you knew what Adam was thinking. Was it a big deal for him? Is he even thinking about it? What did it mean for him?

“Fuck this,” you growl turning around and burying your face in your pillow.

The next day is an exciting one. It’s the first rehearsal with full costume, Misha sent out the notification that costumes have been finalized and Trevor confirmed that you’d be rehearsing in them from the next day on, so first thing in the morning you find yourself at Misha’s, staring at the most perfect princess dresses you’ve ever seen. You’ll have four different costumes throughout the play: a white, puffy dress for the opening, the turquoise one for the most of the scenes, a lavender dress for your very short date with the prince and the last one, the dress for the ball. The first three resemble almost perfectly to the ones in the movie, Misha did an amazing job copying them, but for the ball, she created something different.

“I talked to Trevor, he agreed a more dominant color would be better,” she explains as you examine the dress in awe. The one in the movie was a plain one, not too special, but this one in front of you is a dream. It’s a deep burgundy color with a closed front but an extremely daring back. You’ll basically have your whole back on display, but you don’t mind. This dress is a dream. The bottom is a lot more flowy than the original one and millions of tiny silver sequins were sewed to it, thick at the bottom, going less and less upwards until they fade away around your chest.

“This is breathtaking!” you say, running your fingers gently through the soft fabric.

“Try it on then,” she smirks and she doesn’t have to say it twice.

When you walk into rehearsal in your turquoise dress and see everyone else in their costume you can’t wipe the smile off your lips. It’s mind blowing seeing everything come together and you can’t wait for the whole play to be done and ready to premiere.

“Wow, look at you!”

Clyde strides over to you in his prince costume, puffy sleeves and tight pants, an amused smile on his face as his eyes run down your body checking out the dress.

“You look very prince-like yourself,” you giggle when he takes one of your hand and twirls you around, the silky dress flowing around you perfectly.

“It’s exciting, right?”

“It’s nice to see the small parts coming together.”

The rest of the dancers soon arrive along with Trevor, Matt and Petra and from the corner of your eyes you see Adam arriving in his plain suit as well. Clyde is telling you about something that happened yesterday, but your mind goes blank when you spot Adam from across the stage. His eyes meet your gaze and he stops in his way, staring right back at you. He then heads in your direction and suddenly you want to escape. You can’t talk to him right now, you’re not ready yet.

Excusing yourself from Clyde you try to avoid Adam and your plan succeeds, because just when he reaches you Trevor requests silence, the rehearsal is starting.

“Can we talk in the break?” he whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine when the thought of his lips on your lips pops into your head again.

“Not sure it’s a good idea.”

“We need to.”

“Adam, is there something you might want to share with the whole cast?” Trevor’s voice interrupts your little secret discussion and Adam takes a tiny step away from you shaking his head.

“No, not really.”

A round of low chuckle runs through the cast, Trevor gives him a stern look before continuing. Luckily, Adam doesn’t get to talk to you for the next 90 minutes, but you are still struggling to focus fully when you can feel his burning gaze on you wherever you go. And in addition, you still have to do the twirling.

As the song carries you try to keep your focus on the lyrics and bring the best possible Giselle out of yourself. Unlike yesterday, you don’t mess the steps up and you see Matt watching with a satisfied smile on his face even though he was about to bite your head off just a day ago.

Then the time comes and turning completely to Adam you put your hands to his broad shoulders and as you leap from the ground he lifts you up, eyes locked at each other and there is that feeling again. Your body reacts to his touch and it aches for his kiss. You want to feel his lips on you again, pull his body close, feel his hands explore your body.

And then you are back on the ground and somehow you don’t miss a beat, continuing to sing perfectly, but your thoughts are still very much linked to the tall man standing somewhere behind you.

The cast goes through the entire choreography two more times and then breaking it down you repeat the critical parts until Matt is somehow satisfied with what he is seeing.

“Alright, ten minutes!” Trevor dismisses everyone and the stage quickly starts to empty out.

Heading off yourself you hold the bottom of your dress up so you don’t trip in it, but jumping off the stage at the front in this dress is quite a challenge.

“Here, let me help.”

Adam reaches up for you and you make one more attempt to get off on your own before you grab onto him and let him lift you off like you were the weight of a feather.

“Thanks,” you mumble marching past him hoping he wouldn’t come after you, but you are out of luck.

“Can we talk now?”

“No,” you simply say, but he just keeps following you. The plan was to sit at the back of the auditorium, hidden in the dark, but now Adam is with you, so there’s no chance of being alone in the next nine minutes.

“Well, we need to.”

Coming to a halt you turn to face him at last. You can’t really escape him, it’s not like he’ll just respect your will of not talking. That just wouldn’t be like him.

“Okay. Then talk,” you shortly say, arms folding on your chest. Your sudden change seemingly surprised him.

“Alrighty, uh… So that happened yesterday.”

“Yep.”

“I’m not sure why you basically ran away like I just tried to murder you or something.”

“I… It was a mistake.”

Normally it would hit the other person hard in the chest when you call a kiss a mistake. Or at least this is your experience, but Adam doesn’t seem shaken at all.

“Why do you think that?” he asks instead, wanting to understand your reasoning.

“Because…” you start w little too heated, but then nothing comes out of your mouth. Everything you thought about last night now seems too stupid to say them out loud even though you still feel the same. Adam stares back at you patiently, but he can clearly sense that you don’t have a fully comprehend answer to his questions. “Because we are very different, Adam.”

“I don’t think we are, we wouldn’t have gotten along this well if it was true.”

“Just because we got along it doesn’t mean we are compatible for more than just being friends and co-workers.”

It’s true. You’re not lying with that, but even you don’t believe it’s the case for you and him.

“I feel like you don’t believe it yourself,” he chuckles, hands on his hips. He looks so massive, you wonder what it’s like when he is pushing you into the mattress…

No! Get your shit together!

“We are co-workers. It’s not appropriate.”

“So what? Clyde is also your co-worker and you still went on a date with him.”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“Wait, is that the problem?” he asks taking a step back, looking for an answer in your expressions.

“That I didn’t have a date with Clyde?” you frown on confusion.

“No. Clyde. Is he the problem? Like, are you guys together or hooking up or some shit?”

“No, we are not,” you roll your eyes.

“Then what is really the problem? Because you couldn’t bring anything reasonable up. This is Broadway, they don’t give a shit if we are having an orgy between acts as long as the show is running.”

Opening your mouth you are about to say probably something stupid when Trevor’s voice rings through the place.

“Everyone back please, we are starting!” clapping he reaches for his notebook as the dancers start flowing back to the stage.

“We gotta go,” you mumble walking past him. Catching up with you he makes one last attempt to talk but it’s cut short almost immediately by Trevor as he orders everyone in place.

After rehearsal you go to change and luckily you manage to sneak out without running into Adam. He calls you when you are already on the subway, but you ignore the call. You’re convinced it’s for the best.

Lora comes over that night for a girly talk and you intend not to even mention Adam. Your thoughts need to get cleared, but it’s harder than you thought.

“Okay, what the fuck is up with you?” she asks putting her food box back to the table.

“What do you mean?” trying your best to look innocent you put some pasta into your mouth, chewing in an awkwardly slow pace.

“You look like shit and I bet you can’t tell what I was talking about just a moment ago.”

“I can! It was…” Your answer was too confident, because you actually have no idea what she just said. “Okay, I’m sorry, I zoned out.” “It’s not just zoning out, there is something, I can tell. Is it something with work? Don’t let fucking Broadway ruin you!”

“It’s not work, the play is going well.”

“Then what it is?”

Your lack of answer is just enough for Lora to figure out what’s behind all of this.

“Oh my God. It’s Adam, right? What did you not tell me? Did you fuck him backstage? Did he spank you?” Lora is quick to put together the craziest theories and you grimace at her words.

“Shut up, we did not fuck… But we kissed.”

“What?!”

Quickly you sketch up everything she missed and she listens like you are reading from the holy bible. You’re afraid she is judging you deep down and you wouldn’t be surprised, but her reaction at the end is telling another story.

“So what is your problem with him?”

“Lora,” you say giving her a look. “You saw the movie, he is a freak!”

“Don’t be such a pussy! Everyone is a freak. Are you afraid he would choke you to death or something?”

No matter how weird you thought Adam to be, you’d never think he could hurt you in any way. He is a smart guy who understands limits and boundaries, so it has never even occurred to you that he would hurt you.

“No.”

“Having kinks is not weird, in fact, I’m pretty sure you have some, you just ignore the existence of them. He likes to spank girls, so what?”

“Yeah, and he calls them whores while fucking them,” you add.

“You know, I would love to have a big, hunky guy gave me a spank, called me a dirty whore and then fucked me into another dimension.”

“What the fuck, Lora!” you gasp, but it soon turns into a laughter as she just smirks into her glass taking a few sips from her drink. “You seemed surprised too when we found that short film.”

“Of course I was, that’s not what you’d expect when you search up someone’s name, but I didn’t say I didn’t like what I saw.”

“You are not helping me,” you mumble shaking your head. You were definitely not expecting her to take his side.

“I just don’t get why you fight so bad against him. You said it yourself it’s not a problem work-wise, that they don’t care about it at Broadway. It’s pretty obvious for me that you like him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know…” “You know. You loved being with him, he is funny, smart, just generally gets you, exactly what you usually look for in a guy.”

“Clyde is the same,” you try to argue, but you already know it’s a weak point.

“Yeah, but he clearly doesn’t get you as excited as Adam.”

Keeping your eyes locked on the table you chew on her words. Everything she said is completely true, yet you still don’t feel like you are convinced. Adam is so unlike anyone you’ve ever been with, your real problem is probably not being enough for him. The guy is six feet of talent, humor and sex. His previous relationships, judging from what you saw in the film, seemed to be pretty intense, you’re not sure you can give him what he really needs and you’d hate to be a disappointment.

“Listen, just give him a chance. Try, at least. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

She earns a look with that comment, because there are actually a lot of stuff that could happen, since you are working together. If it doesn’t turn out too well, you are stuck in the same play, falling in love every night on the stage. That’s pretty bad to be honest.

“Okay, I get your point, but I still think you should at least give him a chance,” she explains reaching for the rest of her food. “I think he is worth a try.”

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luci-cunt · 4 years

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Hi @moonsandstarsaregay here’s just a list of perfect Geralt and Dandelion interactions in ONE (1) chapter [btw this is basically ep 2: the one with the Devil of Posada]

(this ended up being longer than I thought because they’re too iconic, I didn’t even make it through the whole chapter XDD maybe I’ll do a part two but I’m gonna get some food and let these dumbasses rest.

But, spoiler: they’re literally so in love + feral/ insanely smart Jaskier is 100% canon)

[G+D leaving a pub where a bunch of people moaned about the galactic fuck-ton of monsters around them but then Geralt’s like, bye we’re leaving and Dandelion’s like ‘why?? monsters?? that’s your whole job??’]

"None of the creatures they mentioned exist.”

“You’re joking!” Dandelion spat a pip and threw the apple core at a patched mongrel [side note I have no idea what any of this sentince means]. “No, it’s impossible. I was watching them carefully, and I know people. They weren’t lying.”

“No,” the witcher agreed. “they weren’t lying, they firmly believed it all. Which doesn’t change the facts.”

The poet was silent for a while.

“None of those monsters... none? it can’t be. something of what they listed must be here. At least one! Admit it.”

“All right. I admit it. One does exist for sure.”

“Ha! What?”

“A bat.”

[You don’t even need context]

“...Eh, famous witcher? Haven’t you wondered why?”

“I have, famous poet. And I know why.”

[Riding on the road]

“Someone’s following us,” [Dandelion] said, excited. “In a cart!”

“Incredible,” scoffed the witcher without looking around. “In a cart? And I thought that the locals rode on bats.”

“Do you know what?” growled the troubadour. “The closer we get to the edge of the world, the sharper your wit. I dread to think what it will come too!”

[the afore mentioned cart catches up and suddenly the driver wants to talk, interrupting G+D bonding time]

“The gods be praised, noble sirs!”

“We, too,” replied Dandelion, familiar with the custom, “praise them.”

“If we want to,” murmured the witcher.

[and then later in the same scene]

“...I marked your expression and ‘twas nae strange to me. In a long time now I’ve nae heard such balderdash and lies.”

Dandelion laughed.

Geralt was looking at the peasant attentively, silently.

[Still later the guy asks if they want to stop by his house cause they’re going the same way and Geralt’s like ‘hOw Do YoU kNoW wHeRe We’Er GoInG?’]

“As ‘cos ye have nae other way here, and yer horses’ noses be turned in that direction, not their butts.”

Dandelion laughed again. “What do you say to that, Geralt?”

“Nothing.”

[Dandelion talking about how gorgeous the land they’re traveling through is, Geralt teasing him like ‘oh so you know about agriculture?’ ‘Duh, poets know everything my dear fellow and agriculture is v important--’]

[Geralt] “you’ve exaggerated a bit with the [significance of agriculture in] entertainment and art.”

[Dandelion] “And booze, what’s that made of?”

“I get it.”

“Not very much, you don’t. Learn. Look at those purple flowers. They’re lupins.”

“They’s be vetch, to be true,” interrupted Nettly [the other carriage driver].

[Then Geralt zones out because now Nettly’s talking]

“The Valley of Flowers, that’s Dol Blathanna.” Dandelion nudged the witcher [...] “You paying attention?”

[They get to Nettly’s house and meet the village elder Dhun who want to hire Geralt]

The elder of the village nodded and cleared his throat. “Well, it be like this,” he said. “There be this field hereabouts–”

Geralt kicked Dandelion–who was preparing to make a spiteful comment–under the table.

[Dhun’s explaining the situation more and then--]

“...stretches right up to the forest–”

“And what?” The poet couldn’t help himself. “What’s on that field there?”

“Well.” Dhun raised his head and scratched himself behind the ear. “Well, there be a deovel prowls there.”

“What?” snorted Dandelion. “A what?”

“I tell ye: a deovel.”

“What deovel?”

“What can he be? A deovel and that be it.”

“Devils don’t exist!”

“Don’t interrupt, Dandelion,” said Geralt in a calm voice. “And go on, honorable Dhun.”

“I tell ye: it’s a deovel.”

“I heard you.” Geralt could be incredibly patient when he chose.

[Oh and, might I just add: this is Dandelion’s perspective–he’s the one pointing out how patient Geralt can be. I stg, TV!Geralt is quaking.

And, lmao, this whole scene feels like Dandelion was teasing Geralt for not wanting to deal with other company but now that there’s a job and Geralt’s attention is more on that he’s all pissy and that’s just hilarious]

[Dandelion goes on to interupt the story about 2 more times and Geralt tells him to be quiet both times and now he’s sulking]

Dandelion cackled again, then flicked a beer-drenched fly at a cat sleeping by the hearth. The cat opened one eye and glanced at the bard reproachfully.

[Geralt takes the job even tho devils don’t exist, Dandelion is pissed, ‘why take the job if you know it doesn’t exist!?’]

“...I take it you haven’t abased yourself so as to get us bed board and lodging, have you?”

“Indeed,” Geralt grimaced. “It does look as if you know me a little, singer.”

“In that case, I don’t understand.”

“What is there to understand?”

“There’s no such thing as devils!” yelled the poet, shaking the cat from sleep once and for all. “No such thing! To the devil with it, devils don’t exist!”

“True.” Geralt smiled. “But, Dandelion, I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn’t exist.”

[alkjdf;klasdfjkdsafl LITERALLY k;aldsjflsd WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS???]

[They finally manage to hunt down the devil and feral bard is 100% canon]

“Uk! Uk!” Barked the monster, stamping his hooves. “What do you want here? Leave or I’ll ram you down. Uk! Uk!”

“Has anyone ever kicked your arse, little goat?” Dandelion couldn’t stop himself.

“Uk! Uk! Beeeee!” Bleated the goathorn in agreement, or denial, or simply bleating for the sake of it.

“Shut up, Dandelion,” growled the witcher. “Not a word.”

“Blebleblebeeeeee!” The creature gurgled furiously, his lips parting wide to expose yellow horse-like teeth. “Uk! Uk! Bleubeeeeubleuuuubleeee!”

“Most certainly”–nodded Dandelion–“you can take the barrel-organ and bell when you go home–”

[this goes on for a while. btw yes, those are the noises the book describes the ‘devil’ making aksdjf;alk]

[then they have to run away because Geralt didn’t bring his sword and they get back to the house--]

“Well, well, Geralt.” Dandelion held a horseshoe he’d cooled in a bucket to his forehead. [you really can’t make this stuff up he’s such a disaster] “that’s not what I expected. A horned freak with a goatee like a shaggy billy goat, and he chased you away like some upstart. And I got it in the head. Look at that bump!”

“That’s the sixth time you’ve shown it to me. And it’s no more interesting than it was the first time.”

“How charming. And I thought I’d be safe with you!”

[Then Nettly and Dhun give Geralt some old book that’s supposed to tell you how to deal with every monster ever]

He lay the book down on the table and turned its heavy wooden cover. “Take a loook at this, Dandelion.”

“the first Runes,” the bard worked out, peering over his shoulder, the horseshoe still pressed to his forehead. “The writing used before the modern alphabet. Still based on elfin runes and dwarves’ ideograms. A funny sentice construction, but that’s how they spoke then [...like a whole page of Dandelion being brilliant..]”

[^^^ that book is also unreadable but there’s a really old lady who has it almost completely memorized so Geralt flips through it to prove it and lands on this page--]

The etching showed a disheveled monstrosity with enormous eyes and even larger teeth, riding a horse. In its right hand, the monstrous being wielded a substantial sword, in its left, a bag of money.

“A witchman,” mumbled the woman. “Called by some a witcher. To summon him is most dangerous , albeit one must; for when against the monster and vermin there be no aid, the witchman can contrive. But be careful one must be–”

“Enough,” muttered Geralt. “Enough, Grandma. Thank you.”

“No, no,” protested Dandelion with a malicious smile. “how does it go on? What a greatly interesting book! Go on, Granny, go on.”

“eee... But careful one must be to touch not the witchman, for thus the mange can one acquire. And lasses do from him hide away, for lustful the witchman is above all measure–”

“Quite correct, spot on,” laughed the poet.

[This moment--]

[Geralt] “...This time ‘tis grateful I’d be to heareth more, for too learn the ways and meanes ye did use to deal with him most curious am I.”

“Careful, Geralt,” chuckled Dandelion. “You’re starting to fall into their jargon. It’s an infectious mannerism.”

[And just over a page later--]

[Dandelion] “...ye furnished him with ammunition for two years, the fools ye be!”

“careful.” The witcher smiled. “You’re starting to fall into their jargon. It’s infectious.”

#the witcher #the last wish #luci doesn't shut up #this is literally just me typing out the whole book XDDD #god I love this so much #THIS IS TOP TEIR DANDELION CONTENT!#geraskier #I guess #XDDD #this was actually soo much fun lmao #I love this book

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rebel-blake · 6 years

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BELLAMY X READER

MY GOD this one took me forever... my mistake was waiting until AFTER the finale to write it, bc I 100% lost my muse for The 100, but I got it back! In celebration for this, I am opening my requests back up! I have to say, no promise they will get out quickly, but I will get them out for you! I will definitely not wait a year or two like I did all of these other ones oops. Just send your requests in my asks and I’ll get to them as soon as I can! Thank you! And please leave me some feedback as well, I really would enjoy it!

could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn't share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he's a huge player and doesn't know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he's jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.

Y/N/N = Your nickname

2,542 words.

Reader POV

It has been a while since you had seen him. A long while. It almost hurt you physically to think about the last day you had seen him.

It was another normal night on the ark, the two of you had been making out on your couch, your parents worked nights as guards, so you had the place to yourself the majority of the time. It helped with Bellamy since the two of you held no strings to the other.

At least, that was the original plan. It had lasted a while, but inevitably you grew feelings for him. It wasn’t the physical aspect that drew you in, though it was nice, but everything else about the boy that held you.

The two of you got along almost too well in the beginning; however, the arguments followed. They were never anything big or serious, just small arguments that would always end in your room. The two of you were basically married without the vows and the shared room. You hated it all and yet couldn’t wait to see him at the end of each day. Until you got caught. You weren’t caught with him but instead got in trouble for getting some “herbs” from Monty Green and Jasper Jordan.

You had been making your way towards Bellamy’s dwelling, a small smile on your face, ready for the night ahead when you bumped into a guard. You spit out a quick sorry and attempted to move around him, but his hand gripped your arm roughly, pulling you back towards him.

“You dropped somethin’.” He drawled, nodding towards the ground.

As your eyes drifted towards the bag on the floor you had forgotten about everything in the world except your decision earlier that afternoon.

The process of the arrest passed through you like a whirlwind. You weren’t mentally there during any of it. You remembered being in the hallway with the guard and then you were in a cell with another juvenile named Harper. You remember her being quiet but friendly, which helped slightly in the initial shock of everything, but you had never truly gotten over it. Well, you thought you did. You were over the arrest and the impending weight of being killed within a few months, but most importantly you were over Bellamy. Until the day you were sent down to earth with 99 others.

At first, you were welcome to the idea of going to earth and experiencing the unbelievable, until you heard his voice after the landing.

Every feeling of longing and lust entered your body again and instantaneously felt the need to puke. You looked around you quickly, for anything you could grab for leverage when your hand gripped the arm of the person beside you.

“Hey, are you okay? We haven’t even gotten outside yet, you can’t already be sick.” The voice growled from beside you.

As rough as the voice sounded, they still held you up, keeping you from losing your balance. Once you had regained your composure, you straightened yourself and met eyes with them.

“I... I’m sorry.” You whispered, lowering your head slightly. You weren’t expecting the John Murphy to be standing before you, a slight smirk placed on his face.

He tilted his head to the left, “Now if it isn’t Y/N, the one who I could swear just the other day was spitting some nasty words about me to her cell-mate.”

You rolled your eyes quickly, “I wasn’t talking about you, Murphy. Hell, we’ve only ever spent time together during Earth Skills. And you sucked at it.”

Murphy chuckled and nodded, “Touché Y/L/N, touché.”

You tried to hide the smile that began to form, but before Murphy could point it out, the doors opened to the dropship, and everything went silent.

The blinding light that entered the dark ship could bring anyone to tears. The air felt clear but seemed to almost have a different taste than on the ship. You obviously knew the air was different in about a million ways, but the strange taste that came with it was something that surprised you.

After Octavia had made the first step outside, the rest of us followed, filled with a weird euphoria. There was no way to describe the feeling the filled our veins as all of our senses took in the earth. Seeing it with your own eyes was almost completely unbelievable. The crunch of the leaves and grass beneath your shoes, the rough bark of the trees grazing against your fingers, the bright butterflies that filled the sky. Everything was wonderfully beautiful and terrifying all at the same time. And during this entire experience, you never once laid eyes on Bellamy, but you couldn’t seem to separate yourself from Murphy.

After a while everyone began to settle in, you found yourself sitting beside Murphy in front of the fire.

The two of you were laughing at a joke John Miller had just said, gaining attention from most of the 100. Well, 101.

You still had not seen or spoken to Bellamy, despite having been on the ground for a few hours at this point. Nighttime was coming soon, and you were slightly worried as to where he was.

You nervously scanned the crowd over and over again, hoping to see his moppy head at some point.

“You having fun staring at everyone?” Murphy asked, nudging your arm.

You turned back towards him with a slight smile, “I’m looking for someone... I thought I heard him talking earlier...” You let your eyes wander again, silently praying you would see him, but at the same time wondered what it would be like if you really did never see him again.

“Ah,” Murphy nodded, “This is someone you know really well, huh?” Murphy raised an eyebrow, his smile growing larger.

“As a matter of fact, yes. Is there anything wrong with that?” You answered, nudging him back again.

He held his hands up and laughed, “Not at all, not at all... As long as they weren’t part of the reason why you got arrested.” He shrugged.

You turned away from him and swallowed hard. You didn’t want to answer that at all. While Bellamy had done nothing to directly cause you to get caught, however, the idea to see Monty and Jasper about the “herbs” had come from Bellamy himself after he had gotten some from a friend.

“Oh Y/N, you were hooked!” He exclaimed, grinning from the realization.

You turned towards him quickly, heat flowing through your veins, “Yeah I was in love with him okay? Thanks for that.” You pushed against him and stood from the ground, trudging back towards the dropship.

A hand caught your arm stopping you from wandering back into the ship. “Murphy, I don’t want to talk to you!” You yelled, pressing your hands against his chest and pushing as hard as you could.

You quickly realized who you pushed was not Murphy, but the person you had been looking for all night, now a couple feet away from you, his arms held out at his sides.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, a small smile on his lips.

You stood before him, dumbfounded, not sure what to say. Before you could answer he shrugged and continued, “Have fun with your new toy.” He spat, turning away from you.

You blinked quickly, not entirely sure what had just happened. Murphy stepped in front of you, his eyes holding a small bit of concern and confusion.

“What was that?” He asked, trying to pull your attention back to him.

You shook your head, smiling, trying to pretend like none of that just happened, “It was nothing... Bellamy and I lived next to each other is all...”

You knew Murphy wouldn’t believe you, but you needed him to. You needed to be over the entire conversation. But, of course, Murphy couldn’t let it go.

“Bellamy was the guy??? Are you for real? That dude! Come on! I thought you were different from all these other girls.” He playfully shoved you.

You glared at him, “I was different... then one day everything changed, and I couldn’t help what I felt towards him.”

Murphy’s head tilted to the side slightly and nodded, “I’m sure you weren’t the only one who had those types of feelings in the relationship...” You lifted your eyes to his and noticed he seemed to be looking past you.

As you turned, you realized there had been a lot of yelling and smashing occurring behind you. You turned back to Murphy, curiosity filling both of you and turning back towards the origin of the shouting.

The two of you made your way through the crowd, slinking past bodies as you got closer to the source. Once you broke through the barrier of delinquents your eyes landed on Bellamy, his face contorted and red from yelling at another delinquent.

“Bellamy?” You questioned, you narrowed your eyes, not entirely sure what emotion was coursing through you.

He almost immediately stopped yelling and turned towards you. Something flashed across his features quickly before anger befell his face.

“I don’t need to be scolded by miss perfect... oh no, I’m sorry, but miss druggy.” He commented, his eyes traveling up and down your body before meeting your own and disgust filling his face.

Murphy stepped in front of you, but you grabbed his arm quickly, not wanting to escalate the situation. He turned back to you ready to convince you otherwise but stopped instantly.

“Let’s just go.” You choked out, ignoring the tears that were building in your eyes.

Murphy nodded and the two of you left Bellamy and the others, finding your way back to the fire.

Bellamy POV

It had been a week since landing on Earth... which meant it had been a week since Bellamy had spoken to Y/N.

At first, it was easy, he had already gone over a year without seeing or speaking to her, he could go longer. However, in the end, his feelings he had for her that had been shoved deep within him came forward when he had seen her. She was just as perfect and more so since the last time they had seen each other.

It took less than a couple minutes for his entire attitude to flip, and he couldn’t control himself anymore.

In every interaction he had, he was rude, abusive, and ignorant. Even to his younger sister who had been taken from him as well.

“Bell?” Octavia asked him, pushing on his shoulder slightly to get his attention. He turned to look at her, anger in his eyes, “What?”

She narrowed her eyes in response and crossed her arms, “You know, instead of being an absolute dick head, you could just tell her how you feel.” She nodded towards Y/N, who was sitting beside Murphy, a small smile on her lips. Bellamy’s stomach twisted, and he turned his head away, “You’re insane. I don’t feel anything for her.”

Octavia let out a laugh, “You’re pretty funny you know that? Do remember that I was around for a little bit of your escapades... I heard what you used to say about her at night to mom.”

Bellamy was quiet, his eyes finding their way back to Y/N. He knew she was right, he used to talk to his mother about his feelings for her for hours at night. He could never quite explain how and why they developed but they never bothered him.

He was actually planning on telling her how he felt the night she was arrested. He hadn’t even heard about it until the next day from one of the guards that visited his mother.

Laughter brought him back to the present and he realized it was Y/N laughing at Murphy. The sight made Bellamy’s blood boil. He began to stand, ready to give Murphy a piece of his mind when she turned her head and their eyes met. Bellamy froze, his mouth opened slightly. Everything he was ready to say was lost at the sight of her.

“You should really take our parents advice Blake. If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.” Murphy mocked from beside Y/N.

Bellamy shot a glare towards him but brought his attention back to her.

“I wasn’t going to say anything mean.” He whispered, catching them off guard.

Y/N tilted her head, “Then what could you possibly have to say to me?”

The venom that flowed from her mouth stung Bellamy, but he had to push through. He had to tell her everything before he lost her completely to that cockroach.

“Y/N/N, I just... I am sorry.” He said, dropping his head. “I’m sorry for how I have been since we landed... and I am sorry I never told you the truth.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet. Bellamy lifted his head once more and could tell she was nervous now. She had no idea what he was going to say, and he knew that terrified her.

“I mean, I never told you the truth. The truth about how I felt about you. How... how annoyed I was when you would get attitudes, how angry I was when you would just go out and do what you wanted, how difficult it was to sneak around with you... how much you made me laugh with your stupid jokes... how your tears brought all sorts of rage to me...” Bellamy stopped, trying to find more courage to finish what he wanted to say. To finally open up to someone, to finally have her back.

“Go on...” Y/N’s voice cracked, her eyes watery.

Bellamy cracked a large smile and stepped closer to her, “How much I loved you.” He spoke quietly to her, and only to her.

The small gasp that escaped her lips brought butterflies to Bellamy’s stomach. He wasn’t sure if she could share his feelings or if it really was just a fling to her. Before he could ask if she felt the same, her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled his face towards hers.

The first kiss they had shared in over a year, and it was just as passionate as the last one they had.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily from the intensity of it. Y/N rested her forehead against his and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I love you too... idiot.”

He smiled and pressed his lips against hers once more. Before they could continue, a hand came hard against his cheek, causing him to pull away abruptly.

“That’s for being an absolute dick, by the way.” She laughed and kissed him once more.

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Anaconda, Beef, and Butt: Romeo ld 56356, 8 Yrs 75 lbs. of cuddles Manhattan ACC Easy. soft, snuggly. happy senio gentleman! A TOTAL JOY! TO BE KILLED 4/2/19 Handsome Romeo @MACC looking for his Juliet! Mellow Romeo is friendly and respectful around CATS and is friendly with small and larger dogs! We are certain that if we grabbed the old Webster’s Dictionary and looked up the word “Joy”, that Romeo’s picture would be there. In fact, we are certain that if we looked up “generous” or “good natured” or just the word “Love” itself, he would be there. Romeo is 8 years young, a big boy with an even bigger heart, who just wants to share it with everyone he meets. He loves nothing more than a lean in or a cuddle, a butt scritch or a hug. He pulls in everyone around him, a magnet for those who want to feel wanted, loved, important and special. Because ROMEO, true to his name, will make you feel like you are the center of the universe, or at the very least, the center of his world. With Romeo, you will always feel wanted, you will always feel loved, and you will ALWAYS feel important. Don’t wait another minute to add the man of your dreams to your everyday life and make it something truly special. MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance saving his life. A volunteer writes: Romeo,Romeo where forth art thou?...oh, there you are, snuggled against my leg and giving me head nudges! Nothing beats a sweet, smiley senior and this handsome redhead stands out in a crowd for more than just his cuddling abilities and good looks. He can be shy at first but once he warms up he's wonderfully social and loves people and other dogs, happily bouncing around in playgroup and enthusiastically greeting pups of all sizes when out for a walk. He seems very house trained and enjoys long strolls in the park and gently eating liver treats from my hand, though he did turn his nose up at my generic beef jerky. A gentleman (of Verona) has to maintain some standards! We're told Romeo was friendly and mellow in his previous home, getting along well with fellow dogs and even behaving respectfully toward cats. Come make Romeo's acquaintance for yourself and let him charm you too. Parting may be such sweet sorrow but we'll all be smiling the day Romeo says goodbye to the Care Center and hello to his new life as a beloved family pet. MY VIDEO: Romeo is a sweet senior looking for love <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMucU-8Rdi8 Romeo and Dutchess https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-h2A_yJfRc ROMEO, ID# 56356, 8 yrs old, 75.6 lbs, Unaltered Male Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Brown / White Owner Surrender Reason: O is moving and unable to keep P in new home Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 No children (under 13) Medical Behavior Rating: OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Romeo is a 8 year old brown and white male large mixed breed dog. Previous owner had Romeo for abut 8 years and got him from a friend. He is surrendering him today because of moving issues. Rome previously lived with 3 adults. Around strangers, Romeo is shy and it depends on who he gets along with. He may growl at certain people or will be nice to certain people. Around children, Romeo is friendly and respectful. Romeo has been around other dogs before he is friendly with both small and larger dogs. Romeo has been around cats he is respectful and friendly. He does not resource guard food bowls toys or treats. When someone unfamiliar approaches the home, Romeo will bark and will also bark if someone approaches his owner. He has not bitten another animal or person, is housetrained and his energy level is described as medium, friendly, playful and mellow. Other Notes: Romeo has received a bath from the previous owner and he enjoys it. Romeo also allows to have his nails cut and loves to be brushed as well. he isn't bothered if he is held or restrained. Has this dog ever had any medical issues? Yes Medical Notes Romeo came to ACC with a mass on his right hind leg. He has no other known concerns or issues at this time. For a New Family to Know Romeo is a Medium energy, friendly, playful and mellow dog. Previous owner's favorite thing about Romeo is that he is friendly. Romeo enjoys playing with all types of toys. He eats both wet and dry food mixed together about once a day. Romeo gets walked in the morning time, aftenoon and night. He also has been kept indoors only. Romeo does pull when he is on the leash. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 5-Mar-2019: Upon intake, Romeo had a tense body. When approached he began to growl and bare teeth. He allowed me to walk around with him on a leash but was handled into a kennel by his owner. Minimal handling. BEHAVIOR NOTES: Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner Surrender (In home for 8 years) Previously lived with: Adults Behavior toward strangers: Shy, growls at some people Behavior toward children: Friendly and respectful Behavior toward dogs: Friendly Behavior toward cats: Friendly and respectful Resource guarding: None reported Bite history: None reported Housetrained: Yes Energy level/descriptors: Romeo is described as friendly, playful, and mellow with a medium level of activity. SHELTER ASSESSMENT - Date of assessment: 6-Mar-2019 Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Highly social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Stays by assessor, nudges assessor's hand with his nose Handling Soft handling: Tolerates contact Exuberant handling: Fearful Comments: Body soft at first but becomes a bit tense and displays discomfort (tail down, lip licking) with prolonged handling. Arousal Jog: Follow (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: No response Knock Comments: None Toy: No response Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: The previous owner of Romeo described his behavior around dogs as "friendly". Slow introductions are recommended to other calm, respectful dogs. 3/6: When introduced off leash to the female greeter dog, Romeo engages in brief running play. He later wanders the environment and sniffs. 3/11-19: Romeo greets calm female dogs politely. 3/20: Romeo is more forward when greeting, barks to solicit. 3/25: Romeo keeps only to himself. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 5-Mar-2019 Summary: Tense, growled, bared teeth ENERGY LEVEL: Romeo is described as having a medium level of activity. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments: Due to being reported to growl at some new people in his previous home, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments: Romeo is reported to be shy with new people and growl at some of them. At the care center, he has appeared timid, tensing during some interactions. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES: 29-Mar-2019 Progress Exam SO BAR in kennel; rises from bed and comes to front of kennel to receive scratches. EN -- eyes are clear. mucoid nasal discharge bilaterally. No sneezing or coughing A CIRDC P enrofloxacin 136mg tablet -- give 2.5 tablet PO q24h x 14 days cerenia 60mg tablet -- give 1 tablet PO q24h x 4 days 22-Mar-2019 Progress Exam Patient is BAR in kennel. Prescrotal incision is CDI. 21-Mar-2019 Spay/Neuter Summary Canine neuter Pre Medication: Buprenorphine mg/mL injectable, 2.89 mL IM, once Butorphanol 10 mg/ml injectable, 0.58 ml IM, once Dexdomitor 0.5 mg/mL injectable, 0.23 mL IM, once Induction: Ketamine 100 mg/mL injectable; 0.87 mL IM, once Propofol 10 mg/ml injectable; 1.4 ml IV, once Venous access: 20 g IV placed in RF cephalic vessel. Anesthesia notes: 12 fr. ET tube placed, maintained general anesthesia throughout procedure on variable Isoflurane and O2. Size 3 L rebreathing bag. Testicular block: 1.4 ml Lidocaine + 1.4 ml Sterile water, given pre-operatively. Intraoperative fluid administration: Intraoperative IV fluids (LRS) administered at a rate of 290 mL/hr throughout procedure. NSAID: Rimadyl 50mg/mL injectable, 2.3 mL, SQ, once post operatively, for post operative pain relief. Recovery Status: Uneventful Anesthetist/Monitor: 1575/1335 Start 1.5 tablet carprofen 100 mg sid po x days as pain management Dog Neuter Was this dog a cryptorchid? no Pre scrotal Incision Spermatic Cord Ligation with: 0 PDS Sub Q closure: 2-0 PDS Skin closure? 2-0 PDS skin glue Post Surgery Note: 9:43 AM Pre Op Exam Estimated age: 8 yr Subjective: owner surrender Observed Behavior -hyperactive, friendly Evidence of Cruelty seen -none Evidence of Trauma seen -none Objective BARH mm pink P = WNL R = WNL BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: mild dental tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, multiple masses over body- as previously described on intake, and additionally a pendulous dermal mass on ventral tail base U/G: scrotal tests CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal:not performed Assessment healthy multiple dermal masses appear quiet with no signs of ulcerations, infection, or trauma Prognosis: very good Assessment Plan: neuter SURGERY: Okay for surgery 19-Mar-2019 Progress Exam HX: CHECK GROWTH UNDER TAIL DOG HAS MANY GROWTHS INCLUDING L HL LATERAL THIGH - PEDUNCULATED MASS BAR H MSI- VENTRAL ASPECT OF PROXIMAL TAIL- PEDUNCULATED CYSTIC LIKE MASS EFFECT 10-Mar-2019 REQUESTING TRAZODONE TREATMENT TRAZADONE- 5MG/KG SIG: 200MG Q 12HRS INDEFINITELY 6-Mar-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~8yrs based on O hx. Consistent with exam. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative. implanted by LVT History : O surrender. O is moving and unable to keep P in new home Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR, tense, shaking, flinching with touch. Evidence of Cruelty seen - None Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears have moderate brown exudate, AU; no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: did not evaluate due to behavior. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful. Tense, difficult to palpate organs U/G: intact male. testicles are smooth and symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites; large 4 inch pink, non haired, pendulous mass along the left lateral thigh. 0.25cm pink, dermal, non haired mass along intrascapular region. 1.5inch SQ soft, freely moveable mass along the right lateral flank. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. Assessment multiple masses throughout body overweight otitis externa Prognosis: fair to good Plan: cytology of mass along dorsal back and lateral thigh. weight loss recommended ear cleaning claro otic, AU SURGERY: Okay for surgery +/- mass removal * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! * STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. 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tripledogbrain-blog · 6 years

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Did I mention yet about Mickeys super bad experience at class the other night?

I forgot to give him his anxiety meds beforehand so I knew he'd have a hard time. We had his clicker and cookies though so I figured we'd manage and if it was too much we'd excuse ourselves to leave, no big deal, everyone knows Mickey and his issues. WRONG.

We had a substitute instructor for class and while I liked her when she taught Fable in the past because she was knowledgeable and no nonsense, she seems to have NO understanding of fear free training and reactive dogs.

I'm not 100% opposed to aversive methods of training or anything however, I try my absolute hardest to use NO AVERSIVE METHODS on Mickey at all. He is a fearful and reactive dog and punishment, corrections etc. Make him a lot worse.

Anyway, there were only three of us at class and Mickey was doing ok considering he had no meds. One of the dogs he likes, she is a small female dog and very non-threatening. The other dog is all three of Mickeys triggers: large, male, mostly white. That dogs trainer uses toys to motivate her dog because he doesnt really go for treats so he was doing lots of fast movement and noise making. That's fine, it isnt her fault Mickey has issues so we kept our distance from him and we did some good practice on ignoring from a distance. It would've been fine but at one point the instructor had us take turns going out past some obstacles and calling our dogs to target our hands. She wanted to hold the dogs until we called them. That's fine. I handed her Mickeys leash. (At this point she'd seen him react and I had explained he is fearful of dogs and strangers) I start to walk away but stop when I hear some struggling. I turn around and Mickeys eyes as wide as dinner plates, ears pulled back etc. She has a hand on his neck and is trying to push his butt down into a sit. He doesnt like strangers to touch him let alone restrain him so I come back and put him in a sit, tell him to stay and the instructor states that he needs some obedience work (we have taken obedience level 2 twice and he does great if you tell him to sit and dont just PUSH HIM). I then do the exercise (He performs great btw) and move away for the other dogs to go.

After that, Mickey starts giving the instructor a wider berth for good reason. At one point we are standing in a little circle discussing some agility basics and the dog Mickey is scared of is on the other side of the instructor. His handler scratches him and he gets a little wiggly and excited so Mickey reacts to this change by starting to bark and lunge (because I wasnt on top of his focus - totally my fault). The instructor, however, responds to this (as I am backing up and calling Mickey to me, trying to get far enough away that he can get back under threshold) by getting down in Mickey's face and SCREAMING "NO! STOP THAT!" Which, of course, causes him to forget the dog, low growl at the instructor, and (luckily!!!) Retreat to me where I get him to focus at last and run through a couple of tricks to settle him down. Class was almost over then so we just stood to the side and did dumb tricks at a distance from everyone else so we could end on a positive note.

I was absolutely livid. After class was over, his favorite person at the club who also has a reactive dog and is the only one who he regularly allows to pet him came up to say hello and he wouldnt approach her or let her touch him. She commented that she saw the instructor being very harsh with him so I know it wasnt just me being sensitive. And today Mickey, who I have been trying to get to warm up to my dad for months, was obviously a lot more insecure with him when he visited than he has been in a long time and I'm just so frustrated.

I work so hard with him to build his confidence, make him brave, and make sure he enjoys class. I should've just skipped class straight away when I realized I forgot his pill but I thought he was doing very well all things considered until the instructor did whatever it was she thought she was doing??

If she is ever set to teach a class I'm in again, especially with Mickey, I think I might just avoid going. I cant believe someone who teaches dogs as much as she has/does would treat a dog. Especially someone else's dog like that when they are clearly uncomfortable. Ask me to leave, fine. I understand, but dont scream at or put your hands on my fearful dog. She is just lucky Mickey isnt a biter and I'm too scared of people to be mean. He is obviously having some difficulty now though. I've never had a setback quite like this with him. Hopefully next week with his pill and our regular wonderful instructor things will be better.

#mickey #text #training #i need to be better about keeping him under threshold at class. with the pill he does great though #i just know bow for future reference that i will not be letting that lady touch him ever again #poor boy i have never seen him look as scared outside the vets office as he was when she was trying to shove him down

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spn-ficfanatic · 6 years

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The One That Got Away

Words : 3894... oops Genre: Angst Prompt: “There’s no way I’m going in there, not alive” (bolded in the story) Pairings: Not written with a pairing in mind, however if you squint really hard you could potentially see this as Dean x Reader Warnings: Some swearing, character death (permanent or temporary? Read on to find out!)

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A/N the 2nd at the bottom of the story ;)

The guys are going to kill me for this, you thought glumly as you drove down the highway. It wasn't your style to sneak out of the bunker in the middle of the night, but the last thing you wanted was Sam and Dean joining you on this hunt... your hunt. You'd been trying to find this demon half your life and finally, FINALLY you had a lead and you weren't giving it up. This wasn't a run-in-guns-blazing deal, it was one-on-one and you knew if either of the guys knew what killing this thing entailed there was no way they'd let you do it. You tightened your grip on the steering wheel and turned up the radio, desperate to ignore the guilt niggling at the base of your skull.

You groaned as someone knocked at the door. You were positive you’d turned off your phone’s GPS so had no idea how the guys had tracked you down, and sure enough when you opened the door you were greeted with their angry faces. You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe, trying to act casual to lighten the mood.

“Well hey grumpy bums, what’s crack-a-lacking?” you asked, and immediately cringed. “God, sorry, that was terrible. Never saying that again.”

“What the hell Y/N?” growled Dean. You stepped back as he pushed himself into the room, glaring at you as he counted off his fingers. “You don’t just run off without telling us! You don’t turn off your GPS! You DON’T just leave a note for us saying “sorry guys, back soon”! And you absolutely 100% do not ignore our calls!”

While Dean was losing his cool Sam had taken a seat at the dining table, and was currently sifting through your papers and notes.

“Sam, can you not-” You started before he cut you off.

“No deal,” he snapped angrily as he put his head back down and continued reading, while Dean continued standing in the same spot as before, hands on hips and face bright red. You rolled your eyes and tilted your head toward him.

“OK, deep breaths Dean. Count to three, I hear that works,” you told him sarcastically.

“Shaddap” he exclaimed, before joining Sam at the table and your notes.

“Look guys I’m sorry, I really am. But this hunt? It’s mine. I don’t want your help on this.”

“Why not?” Sam asked a bit calmer, looking up at you, with genuine hurt in his voice. Before they could read any further, to parts you didn’t want them seeing, you pulled your notes out from under their noses. You were grateful they let you, and as you put them on your bed you sighed.

“Because this is the thing that killed my sister,” you said quietly. Dean and Sam fell silent, allowing you the chance to explain.

“I saw a news report in the paper yesterday. Family’s infant daughter and toddler killed in the same way as Y/S/N. It could have been anything but I had to investigate. So once I was settled I went straight to the coroner’s and what I saw confirmed it. It’s the same demon.”

“You never told us how she died,” Sam commented quietly. “I just saw the report from the coroner, the pictures. You didn’t tell us what happened, how you found her. That must have been… Jesus.” He ran his hand through his hair at the thought. He wasn’t wrong, the things this demon did to the children before he killed them was beyond brutal. You’d been hunting as soon as you turned 16 and in all that time you’d never come across anything as close to horrific as what you saw the night your sister died.

“So how do we gank this thing?” Dean asked, considerably more together than he was before and as anxious to finish this as you.

“WE don’t do anything. You go back to the bunker and let me finish this,” you told them firmly. They both scoffed.

“And how exactly do you plan to stop us tagging along?” Sam asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“You may both be freakishly tall and intimidating but…” you started, stopping though once you realised you didn’t know how to finish that sentence. You stood there, staring at them like a fricking goldfish.

“Yes?” Dean asked.

“Yer, I got nothing,” you relented, flopping down on the bed and covering your eyes with your arm.

“S’what I thought,” he replied, grabbing your jacket and handing it out to you.

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The drive to the house was mostly spent in silence, with you refusing to give up much more than the basics of how to kill it… a simple incantation. You hadn’t yet checked out the house; a little recon was the next step in your hunt so it made sense to bring them along. This would be the best time to explain everything, you’d decided. Stepping out of the Impala you all admired the house, and as you started moving up the front steps with the guys close behind there was a sudden loud shriek, making you jump. Sam shouted and you felt strong arms grab your shoulders and pull you back just as a nearby flowerpot flew past your head, while all the shutters violently slammed shut. You all stood silently for a moment, before you cleared your throat.

“Well, I guess this is definitely the house,” you said nervously.

“No kidding, that damn tulip nearly took your head off,” Dean barked angrily.

“Can’t wait to get this over with,” you replied quietly.

“Uh … no. Change of plan, you are NOT going in there,” he growled in response.

“You’re right,” you replied calmly, looking up at the house and refusing to meet his gaze. Now or never, you thought. “There’s no way I’m going in there, not alive anyway”.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sam replied, with a growl to challenge his brother’s. You sighed, and finally turned to face them.

“Look, it’s obvious from your scary growls and death glares that you guys won’t like this, but there’s more to the incantation than I told you. The demon is strong and fast; the chant will kill it but…. it has to be said from the Astral plane. And the only way to GET to the Astral plane is-”

“No,” Sam and Dean simultaneously cut you off.

“Guys, I appreciate the concern. But now that you’re here one of us has to do this and it can’t be either of you. You know what Billie said, she is itching to get her claws into you and the second your heart stops beating she’ll make sure it doesn’t restart. I’m not in her bad books, you have a shot to bring me back.”

“OK, let’s for a second pretend you’re right and this is the only way,” said Dean, his arms crossed. “You want us to kill you, so you can go inside as essentially a ghost and do your mumbo-jumbo crap? And then it’s up to us to revive you? Will that even work?” He tilted his head to Sam on the latter question, not entirely sure he’d believe any answer you’d give him at that stage. Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, the other on his hip.

“In theory yes, but you’d only have 4 minutes before we’d have to start CPR. After that you’re looking at brain damage and the high probability that we can’t get you back.”

“That’s great, I’d only need 2.”

“And we won’t know whether you killed it. The second that timer hits 4 minutes we start and when, WHEN, you’re back you don’t do this again. We find another way.”

“Fair enough,” you replied, unable to hide your grin as you saw Sam slowly give into the idea. Dean was always more stubborn than his brother though…

“Woah ok, I gave you a second of pretending this is the only way. Now we go back to “this is stupid and insane and you’re not doing it”” Dean yelled, pointing his finger at you.

“The hell I’m not Dean! We can’t let this thing kill any more kids. And besides, this is my demon, not yours! I’ll kill this bastard with or without your help.”

“Yer about that,” Sam interjected. “How were you planning to do this alone?”

You shrugged, looking at your feet. “I found a serum that stops my heart. Was going to call an ambulance before I drank it, pretending I’m a bystander, get an ETA and time it right for when they got here.”

“And you really think your mom would want to see this demon dead even if it meant killing yourself to do it?” Dean jumped in.

“Then I guess you’d better not let me die then!” you snapped back, and turned on your heels back to the Impala effectively ending the conversation.

With a sigh Sam patted Dean on the back and followed you back to Baby, while Dean kicked a nearby rock in frustration.

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2 hours later you were nervously exiting the Impala again, trying to keep a straight face. If the guys knew you were this scared there was no way they’d agree to this, and you needed this to be over if you were ever going to move on. As you looked around you were grateful the house was tucked away from the rest of the town, it was going to make the process a whole lot less complicated. You watched as Sam pulled a red bag from out of the boot, raising a questioning eyebrow. He saw you and shifted nervously.

“It’s an AED. Just in case...” he trailed off, obviously not wishing to consider that outcome, and started walking down the path with Dean by his side.

“Thanks. Um, good to be prepared I guess,” you replied, skipping to catch up with them. “And um, guys? Thanks for this. I know it’s not going to be easy for you either.”

“Yer well, kill this thing and we’ll call it even,” Dean grumbled, stopping Sam and you at a flat grassy area by the front window. Even he couldn’t ignore the threat that loomed over this house, and after several unsuccessful attempts to stop the family coming back here the following day this really did turn out to be the only option.

You stopped at their side and watched Sam pull a vial from his pocket.

“That’s it then?” you asked, you voice quivering slightly. If they noticed, they had the decency not to say anything.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, we thought a shot of tequila would calm our nerves,” he replied sarcastically.

“While you’re not wrong,” Sam said, glaring pointedly at Dean, “yes, this is the serum. Your heart will stop pretty much instantly.”

You reached out with a shaky hand, nodding and mouthing thank you.

“I can’t stress enough how much you don’t have to do this,” Sam said, lifting the vial slightly out of your reach.

“I know. But I need to,” you replied, holding out your hand. “I’m fricking dying, there’s no way I’m not nervous or scared about that. But I can’t let this thing kill another kid, I just can’t.” Your voice broke on the last word, and the guys knew your thoughts had drifted to your baby sister. Her death alone had destroyed your mom, and your dad’s suicide only 2 weeks after sent her spiralling into insanity. You hadn’t let on to anyone that she had gone mad, so you spent your childhood caring for her while trying to get an education. She died when you were 16 from a stroke, and as sad as that was it freed you up to do what you want to do… kill the thing that took away your life.

With a shuddering breath you took the vial and held it to your chin. You took one final look at the guys, eyes tearing up before offering them an encouraging smile. “See you on the other side,” you commented, before swigging the liquid.

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“Did that even work?” you asked, looking down at your hands. You had expected it to hurt a little, or to at least to get a bit dizzy. But here you were, standing tall and healthy like nothing was wrong. You raised your head and were surprised to see Sam and Dean on the ground, hovering over something. You swallowed hard and leaned over to get a better look, and while it shouldn’t have been surprising you couldn’t help but gasp as you stared at your own lifeless body.

As soon as you swallowed the vial you dropped like a stone, and Sam quickly caught you and lowered you gently to the ground. Dean felt for a pulse just to be sure, and shook his head slightly to Sam as confirmation. He hit the stopwatch he’d brought along, and kneeled by your body alongside Sam. Neither spoke… what was there to say? All they could do was wait.

“Right, so, that worked” you said to yourself. You heard a shriek and turned back to the house, suddenly remembering you were on the clock, and raced up the stairs. Another heavy flowerpot flew past your head and you laughed as it went straight through. “Damn straight asshole. Try what you like, you are MINE.”

You glided through the door with ease, hoping to see some sign of the demon right away. Was it too much to ask for it to just be sitting on the stairs waiting for you? “Why is it never easy?” you asked yourself glumly. Going on instinct, you headed up the stairs to where the children’s nursery was. Photo frames on the walls shattered as you passed, and flying glass aimed itself at your face, but you paid no mind as it passed through you as you ran toward your destination. You were so focused you didn’t hear the loud thumps coming from outside.

Another flower pot flew across the front steps, smashing on the sidewalk on the other side.

“Guess we know where Y/N is,” Dean commented glumly.

He looked back down at your still body, not liking how pale your skin had already become. He held onto the stopwatch like a lifeline… the second that thing hit 2 minutes he was starting, he didn’t care what Sam said. YOU said 2 minutes was all you needed so he was going to hold you to that. He glanced at Sam, who was holding your hand in his and staring intently at it rather than your face. He reached over and patted his back comfortingly, to which Sam looked up and smiled slightly. Neither wanted to be in this situation, but they were both glad you weren’t doing it alone like you originally planned.

It all happened too fast to avoid. They heard a low chuckle, and before either could comment they suddenly found themselves being flung back from your body. Sam watched in alarm as Dean hit the side of the house, slumping into an unmoving heap in the flowerbed. Sam himself rolled back and managed to narrowly avoid hitting a nearby tree.

“Dean!” he cried out, hoping to stir his brother awake. He jumped up and ran for your lifeless body, hoping to grab you and get you to the car. He had no idea if the demon was tied to the property line but he didn’t have a chance to find out before he was once again flung into the air, this time into the side of the house also. He too slumped to the ground, unconscious next to his brother. The stopwatch lay on the ground beside you; cracked, broken and useless.

Activity from the demon had strangely stopped as you entered the nursery. It was an eerie feeling, knowing that only a couple of days ago an infant and her 3 year old brother had been torn apart in this room. The walls were still covered in spatters of blood and you knew if you’d been in your body you would have thrown up. “Benefits of being a ghost” you commented, cautiously looking around.

You nearly fell back when the demon appeared in front of you, shrieking so loud you’d have certainly gone deaf if your ears were attached to you at that moment. You stood still, watching it with curiosity, before it stopped to also stare at you. It seemed confused, and angry. It threw its hand out but it only went through your stomach, causing you to laugh.

“Sorry buddy, can’t catch me this time,” you said with a wry smile.

The demon’s face twisted in anger and the windows of the room imploded, glass flying in all directions. The demon was a blur as it to-ed and fro-ed around the room, trying to make contact with you to no avail; if you had been in your body you would have been flung around like a ragdoll and dead in seconds. You decided that it was time to start the incantation, before it realised what was happening and disappeared. You started and it cried out in pain, and as you spoke louder and with more force your confidence grew. As you spoke the final words the demon began to break, red light shining through each crack in its form before it shattered, the pieces dissipating into dust as they hit the ground.

Silence fell again and you smiled broadly, relief washing over you. You practically bounded down the stairs and jumped through the front door, only to be met with the alarming image of Sam and Dean slumped motionless in the flowerbed.

“Well shit,” you said deadpan, before running up to them. “Sam! Dean! Wake the hell up!”

You glanced around and if your heart was pounding it would have stopped at the sight of the broken stopwatch laying on the ground.

“Fucking demon!” you screamed, turning back to Sam and trying to slap his face. Useless of course, as your hand went straight through, and you cried in frustration before levelling your face with his.

“Sam! Wake up! Help me!”

Sam swore he heard your voice, and groaned as he tried to sit up. He held his hand to his head, trying to remember the events the lead to this before it all came crashing down on him like a tonne of bricks. Y/N. Dead. On the ground 5 feet in front of him.

“Fuck! Dean!” he cried, punching his brother’s shoulder to try and rouse him. Dean groaned, and Sam was confident enough he was waking to leave his side and run to yours. He took the stopwatch from the ground by your feet, and threw it across the yard when he noticed it was broken. He wondered to himself how long they’d been out, panicked at the thought.

Wasting no time he leaned over you and put his hands on your chest, starting compressions. He didn’t know if the demon was dead, and he didn’t give a rats ass at that moment. All that mattered was getting you back. You could bitch slap him all you wanted if he was too early, he was ok with that. He was too busy counting his compressions to hear Dean come up behind him, and only noticed his presence when he leaned over your head to lift your chin.

“How long?” Dean asked.

Sam didn’t respond at first, too focused on keeping his rhythm. But when he did Dean’s blood ran cold. “Don’t know, knocked us both out. Damn demon smashed the stopwatch.”

His eyes widened in panic and he poised himself, ready to give a breath. Sam reached 30 and Dean sealed his lips with yours and breathed into your mouth twice, grateful to see the rise and fall of your chest as he did so. When you didn’t take a breath of your own Sam continued compressions, much to his annoyance.

“Cummon Y/N, take a damn breath,” Sam muttered. Dean held your chin up with one hand and held his other over your pulse, feeling a flutter only as Sam animated your heart on your behalf. 30 again and Dean gave you another 2 breaths, praying that this time you’d start on your own. Nothing.

“Christ sake Y/N, do some of the work would ya?” Dean growled as Sam continued to press down hard on your chest, your stomach rising with each compression he made. He felt a crack and winced, knowing he’d broken rib or two. Dean wasted no more time in grabbing the AED from the ground next to Sam’s feet, and began preparing it.

“One more chance,” Sam puffed. “Give her one more chance.”

Dean nodded, as reluctant to shock you as Sam was, and took his place once again by your head.

“Breathe” he was instructed, and he leaned over to do so. Both men stopped to watch your chest fall, praying for it to rise on its own.

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You gasped, taking in a deep breath which hurt more than anything you think you’d ever experienced. You coughed hard, and felt your body being turned to its side which graciously seemed to help. You faintly heard talking in the background, but only made out a few swear words and comments about “Jesus Christ” for some reason.

“What-” you tried to start, but you couldn’t get a word in edgewise before another cough wracked your body.

“Don’t talk sweetheart, just breathe,” Dean told you with a shaky voice, running his hand through your hair.

You listened to what he said, and paid attention to your breathing to try and get it under control. In, out, in, out. All the while Sam and Dean remained silent, obviously trying to calm themselves down as well. Eventually you felt like you’d gotten yourself under control, and moved your arm to try and sit up.

“Whoa, hang on, take it easy,” Sam told you, taking your arm and gently lifting you to a sitting position. Dean sat behind you and you rested against his chest, holding his hand which sat in your lap.

“You doing ok?” Dean asked.

“Yer I think so,” you replied, your voice gravelly. “I killed it.”

Both men sighed and hung their head in relief. You rubbed your tender chest, which didn’t escape Sam’s attention.

“We’d better get your ribs seen to,” he commented quietly, voice thick with guilt which you definitely picked up on.

“Dude, you saved my life. Don’t feel bad about a few broken bones. And you,” you continued, pointing to Dean. “When was the last time you picked up a toothbrush? Seriously, I think I can taste the burrito you had two days ago!” You laughed gently and they smiled in response, the weight that had been on their shoulders noticeably less than before.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Dean replied, and you nodded in agreement.

The guys helped to gently lift you up and into the backseat of the Impala, and you watched the house slowly disappear as you began to drive away.

“So Y/N. How does it feel? Knowing it’s all over,” Dean asked you. You continued to stare out the window, and from the rear view mirror he watched as a faint smile crept over your face.

A/N the 2nd: I hope you enjoyed! So I struggled for ages debating if this Monster of the Week was a demon or spirit or something else entirely. I went with demon because that’s just how I wrote it before I even considered it; please don’t look too deeply into the finer mechanics of this (like I have for the last 2 hours) :)

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dreamywritingdragon · 6 years

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The DVD commentary meme, how to raise a dragon, “No he won’t. He loves me.”“He’s chewing on your arm.”Leo lowered unimpressed eyes to the sleeve of his tunic, which was now showing more of his arm than it was supposed to. The dragon was peacefully chewing on a piece of cloth, taking a small bite when he finished the first part.“We are not taking that home.”Zo’s declaration went unanswered.“He must be hungry,” Leo thought out loud, already fussing over the beast. “It’s funny he would eat linen

Thank you!! From that fic, Galavant inspired, and I love it so much!!

“No hewon’t. He loves me.”

“He’s chewing on yourarm.” I’m 90% sure this is from the prompt that made me write this fic. I found it very funny and decided it was very DvD fitting.

Leo lowered unimpressedeyes to the sleeve of his tunic, which was now showing more of his arm than itwas supposed to. The dragon was peacefully chewing on a piece of cloth, takinga small bite when he finished the first part. Leo possibly doesn’t care about his clothes and is more fascinated by the dragon. And I loved the mental image of very peaceful chewy dragon.

“We are not taking that home.”

Zo’s declaration wentunanswered. Zo felt like the responsible person here, and I feel as if he is used to Leo not answering him because he is too engrossed in stuff.

“He must be hungry,”Leo thought out loud, already fussing over the beast. “It’s funny he would eatlinen, though. It’s not known to be a good fuel. Maybe he just needs fibersand, since he couldn’t find wood…” My meager attempt at dragon biology! I’m still not sure why the dragon would eat Leo’s shirt!

Leo’s eyes dartedupwards and scanned the forest around them. Zo couldn’t stop him before hepicked a dead branch from the ground and poked at the dragon’s mouth with it.The creature sniffed the stick, opened its mouth...Zo breathed more easily whenit suddenly lost interest in the piece of wood, rubbing its head on Leo’sforearm instead. Poor dragon probably needs more consistent feeding, but at least Leo is trying! I tried to imagine how he would act, though he probably sees the hatchling as more of an experiment than a living being.

“I think he likes yourshirt better.” One example of me using Zo as comic relief.

Leo shrugged andstarted walking again towards Florence again, crooning at the dragon about howhe was going to give him good meat, and build him a nest, and… Leo tends to throw himself head first into things, and that’s what I wanted to show here.

Zo let out one moreuseless sigh, and followed suit. It felt like a reaction Zo as a lot.

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Nico sported the sameexcited and bewildered gaze than Leo had hours ago when he found the dragonpup. If the kid was backing Leo on this, there was no way in hell they wouldget rid of the beast. I liked the idea of Nico being head over heels for the dragon.

“Where did you findhim?” asked Nico, who was looking with interest and amazement as the dragontook ferocious bites of the meat strips Leo had cut out for him. I 100% had the scene from GoT S2, when Daenerys and Doreah feed Drogon, in mind when I wrote this! I even used it for the promo pic, I think.

“The forest, one mileaway from here,” explained Leo. He was sketching the little thing, who growledin warning when Leo carelessly tried to lift one of its wings with his hand. It just made sense for Leo to want to draw the dragon, and to wonder if he could fly.

“So that’s what theycall a dragon…”

“You can also callthat trouble,” Zo said bitterly. “I know it’s cute and small for now, but oneday, that thing is going to be as big as three cows mounting each other, andit’ll burn us all to the ground. Sorry to kill your enthusiasm, Leo,” he fellcompelled to add when his friend turned sad eyes to him, “but that’s just howit is.” I headcanoned the dragon’s name being “Troubles”. And Zo seems very concerned about the dragon and I don’t remember why he is such a killjoy. Maybe it’s just basic survival instinct.

“We just have to keepit hidden.”

“And how will you dothat when he is taller than your studio?”

“Okay, it’s going tobe hard but…”

“It’s going to befucking impossible. Look, I’m already compromised enough in the eyes of theRepublic to take that risk.” “Fucking” and Zo just go together, that’s a fact.

Leo put aways hissketchbook and stared at Zo, his arms crossed.

“Why are you socontrary?”

“Look, I’m behind you,always, but this,” Zo pointed at the dragon, who was now yapping joyfully asNico scratched its belly. One more occurence of Zo being Super Best FriendTM! And I loved the mental image of Nico and the dragon cuddling.

“This is a bad idea?”tried Leo.

“Stealing that boatfrom Vincenzo was a bad idea. Provoking the entire Barking Dog into a bar fightwas a bad idea. Sneaking into Saint-Anthony's convent disguised as nuns was abad idea. But this…This, is the pinnacleof bad ideas.” I can’t recall entirely, but I’m pretty you helped me come up with some of those...I still find them funny :p

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diyunho · 7 years

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The Joker x Reader - “What Makes You Happy”

You do so many things for The Joker and what you usually get back is attitude. Very frustrating to deal with, especially after his latest stunt. Makes one wonder if it’s really worth it…

“Take whatever makes you happy,” Max points out towards all the riches in the warehouse as a reward for helping him. His two sons were captured by the SWAT team and you used everything you’ve got to get them out of jail; it was very hard since they were taken to Belle Reve but you managed anyway. No choice because you had only one goal in mind: to get your Joker back.

He is actually tight up on a chair in the back of the huge room, busted lip and a few bruises. Max thought The Clown Prince of Crime was responsible for his sons’ bad luck and captured him, refusing to release the prisoner no matter what. You don’t really mess with Max; he owns Los Angeles. That’s why you took it upon yourself to work something out.

“Whatever makes me happy?” you repeat, distrait.

“Yes. You know I mean it when I say it.” It’s true: Max is actually one of the few mob leaders that has what it’s called honor among thieves and you are counting on it.

“I want him!” you point towards your man.

“You want him?! Are you serious?! He’s an asshole!” Max snaps, not understanding what the hell is wrong with you.

“U-hum,” you nod your head, being the first one to admit it.

“He makes you happy?! Must be the worst boyfriend ever!”

“You can say that again…” you sigh, glaring at J that pretends not to notice your presence. Always such a cheer.

“You can literally have anything you want in here: money, diamonds, gold, weapons,” he tries to renegotiate. “Take your pick, as much as you want, whatever makes you happy,” Max punches his fists together, sucking on his cheeks.

“I want him,” you insist, really hoping you don’t have to start a war between LA and Gotham; this is precisely what you are trying to avoid.

“He’s a jerk !” Max raises his voice, annoyed you are so persistent in your request.

“Yeap,” you frown, wondering why in the world you are so stupid.

“Why do you keep on hanging in there by his side?! Jasper (that’s his oldest) always had a thing for you - it’s no secret. I would love for you to be my daughter-in-law. Just give up on this hopeless case, hm?” You scratch your neck, debating, yet still…

“Max, you said whatever makes me happy. I returned your sons, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he huffs, upset you twisted stuff in your favor.

“I don’t think J’s at fault here,” you try to defend your boyfriend, even if you are 70% sure he was involved.

“Of course not,” Max sarcastically replies. “Forever innocent, right?”

“Please?” you interrupt, getting nervous a bit. “I just want him, nothing else you have in here.”

The Joker pouts, stretching in his chains; he can probably hear the conversation and would love to comment but doesn’t since he wishes to get out of there also.

“Seriously, Y/N, you have to reconsider your relationship,” the mobster growls and signals you to go for it. “The son of a bitch doesn’t deserve you!”

“I know…” you bite your lip, realizing he’s 100% correct. “Thank you,” you touch his arm, grateful he didn’t back out on his word.

You walk towards J and stop in front of him. Ahhh, he seems pissed. Why not?!

“Hi baby,” you smile, dropping on your knees in front of him, starting to unlock the chains.

“Hi,” he grouchily mutters, cracking his shoulders.

“Did you miss me?” you inquire, avoiding his gaze.

“You left me here for a week !” he blurs out and your hands stop. “What took you so long?! The Joker can’t be treated like this; they’re all dead!!!! And NO, I didn’t miss you!!” he hisses, enraged.

“You will do nothing,” you calmly reply, continuing your task. “LA is our main business partner. For once, just swallow your pride and let go. I fixed the mess so don’t ruin it for us, OK?”

“Whatever!” J grumbles, already having some ideas on how to get revenge.

“Did you get into a fight? What happened?” You are 95 % sure The Joker initiated trouble, Max wouldn’t have hurt him. Since J is who he is, the LA boss is aware what killing or damaging the King of Gotham would bring upon his gang.

“I got into a brawl with Jasper,” he sniffles, not excited to admit.

“Did you?! I just returned him and his brother yesterday! That’s why they chained you?”

He doesn’t answer and you finally set him free. My God, does he seem bitter or what?! He lingers in his chair; surely wants to clear something up:

“I hate Jasper, he wants you for himself!”

“Are you…for reals?!” you pucker your lips, keeping it down. “We dated years ago, when we were in our 20’s. Does it…does it indicate you were involved with the boys ending up at Belle Reve?!”

“Maybe…” he snarls and gets up, pacing with you following closely.

“Jesus, J ! Do you know all I had to do to get them out of there in order to trade them for you?! Belle Reve is no county prison!!!”

“That’s your problem, not mine!” The Joker barks.

“Wha’ ?!” You are stunned; truly unbelievable!

A few henchmen open the heavy metal doors and you are outside at last. You grab J’s hand and he doesn’t squeeze it back.

“Hold my hand, baby, “ you urge him , aggravated by the whole crap that could have been easily avoided if not for his whims and jealousy.

“No, I don’t want to!” he almost yells.

“Hold my hand J !”

“NO!!!!!”

You let go and he continues to march towards the car where Frost awaits. You stay behind, disappointed and take a deep breath, returning to the hideout. The gigantic metal door is still opened and you sneak back in.

The Joker realizes you are not by his side anymore and looks behind to see what you’re doing.

“Y/N ?!?” he shouts when the door closes behind you. He gets exasperated and returns to the gate, banging his fists against it.

“Get back here, Princess !!!!” J screams, not understanding why you’re acting up.

The small window at eye level opens up and Max’s face pops up.

“What do you want?”

“Give me back my woman!” your boyfriend commands, mad to the maximum.

“I can’t give her back: she’s not a hostage, she’s a guest. Y/N doesn’t want to talk to you so get lost!”

“Excuse me?!” J gasps, amazed by the insult.

“You heard me: beat it ! Unlike you, she’s welcomed here so she can stay if she wants to.”

“You can’t talk to me like this! I’m the King of Gotham !! I will…”

“Tell someone that cares,” Max cuts his rant. “I am the King of LA; this is my territory. Disappear!”

“Give me back my woman! NOW!!!!” J is getting furious.

“Go away, son ! Before you regret it.”

“I’m not your son!”

“Thank God!!” and the little opening gets slammed shut. The Joker feels all the veins in his body about to burst open from the outrage building up inside him. He basically runs to Frost.

“Welcome back, sir!” Jonny attempts to talk.

“Shut up! I need a tank, ten grenade launchers and as many mercenaries as possible! Like, 5 minutes ago!!”

“Ummm… What for, boss?” Frost gets uneasy.

“We need to get my Doll out of there!”

“Is she…held against her will?” Jonny indirectly addresses the issue, already realizing what he’s up against.

“Nope, I fucked up, “ your boyfriend peacefully admits for a change. “So hurry!”

“Sir, this place’s a fortress: they have a lot of men and they can always get more since we’re on their ground.”

“Who the hell asked for your opinion, huh?” J criticizes his trusted henchman, holding his green locks in place because it’s pretty windy.

“Boss, I don’t think we should start a major conflict due to the fact that…”

“Goddammit! What’s wrong with everyone today?!” J loses his temper, irked like never before. “Just do what I say and don’t question me!!!” Frost dials on his cell because he has no other choice.

“Sir, I am working on what you want, but in the meantime, can we PLEASE try another approach?”

“Such as?” The Joker grinds his teeth, unconvinced.

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“Y/N? Are you awake?” Max knocks at the door. He allowed you to use one of the bedrooms since you’re exhausted.

“Yes, come in,” you invite him. No matter how tired you get, you can never sleep during daytime.

“These are from… that person,” he hands over the huge bouquet of flowers, huffing.“Knocked at the entrance and yelled to give them to his girl. I really shouldn’t have done it; I don’t like him.”

Just one glance and you know: there is a 0.1% chance the flowers are from J and 99.9% chance they are from Frost. How do you know? Because you recognize his style: every single time Jonny gets flowers for his wife, he gets a bouquet for you too, knowing The Joker doesn’t ever bother with such nonsense.

Your man sees the gates opening and you coming out with the flowers and grins, triumphant. His smirk quickly turns into a grimace of stunned vexation when you toss them to the ground, stomping on them and kicking them all over the place, then go back in before he can react.

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Jonny won’t stop texting you, basically begging at this point for you to get out of the fortified warehouse. Apparently J is putting an army together to snatch you out of your hiding place; he even got a tank and grenade launchers coming to him by nighttime. He wants a war that makes no sense. But when does anything make sense when he loses his marbles?!

And it’s true you avoided a huge clash between the LA and Gotham clans. It was your hard work, tenacity and strategic flair. About to get blown up to pieces by your impulsive Joker. Uhhhhhhh, why did you pick him for whatever makes you happy?! So idiotic. And dumb. And moronic. And foolish. You should’ve picked money and diamonds. ALL OF IT. Joke’s on you. Again. 100% on you.

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J sees the gates opening and you emerge outside, grumpy as you can be, looking at the ground instead of acknowledging his approach.

“Are you done now?!” he yanks your arm, dragging you after him as you struggle to keep up, crabby to a whole different level. “Hold my hand!” the order demands and you don’t comply. “I said hold my hand, woman!”

You squeeze his fingers and still stare down at your feet. Frost notices the scene and gets his ass in the car, praying shit won’t go down. The Joker finally slows down a bit then halts, panting from the ordeal of your mutiny. He steps in front of your body and you avoid gazing in his eyes.

“Give me a kiss!” he growls.

“No!” you have the boldness to fight his desire.

“I said give me a kiss, I don’t want to repeat myself,” J licks his lips, mad you’re so feisty.

You reach over to give him a quick smooch.

“What the hell was that?! I said I want a kiss, not a mosquito bite!!”

You sulk even more and he places your hands around his neck, then his arms slide down on your waist, waiting. He comes half an inch apart from your lips and…Nothing.

“Today would be nice!” the Joker retaliates and you don’t really have a choice but to kiss him. For some reason, your fingers easily find their way to his hair, unconsciously caressing it in the process. He truly doesn’t want to purr but finds it impossible to hold it in. Makes you 78% weak in the knees, about 100% lost in his blue eyes and now you can’t even calculate percentages anymore. All his fault.

“Why do you aggravate me, Pumpkin?” he groans like he’s in a great deal of pain and you have the balls to answer.

“Because I love you and I do everything for you and you don’t love me and you just…” you whimper when he lets go of his embrace and has an outpour of words for you.

“ I don’t love you, hm???!!! Are you blind and deaf on top of it?”

You seem confused. Yuck, he has to explain. The Joker hates to explain his feelings: he doesn’t understand some of them himself, maybe about 63% . (Oh, how nice, you can calculate percentages again.)

“Every time I don’t kill you when you piss me off- and I must point out that’s on daily basis- it means that I love you. Every time another woman tries to get my attention and I don’t even care because I only have eyes for you, it means that I love you. Every time I take you on a “date -dinner-robbery” night and I am not out there creating chaos for Batsy because I know he gets bored without me, it means that I love you,” and J hauls you towards the car again, soooo upset he had to clarify his actions. “ I say it and show it all the damn time! Like I said, you’re just blind and deaf, getting old for sure since you’re pushing 40!” Only he could make something that was meant to be sweet into…THIS. “Why are you crying now, hm?!”

“You’re…you’re old, “ you wipe your tears because even if his declaration was so messed up you got the point anyway and your heart is about to explode with ecstasy. “You’re older so you’re pushing 40 more than me,” and you continue to bawl while he scolds you again.

“You have such a nerve, woman!” J shoves you in the car, irritated. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a sec!” he changes his mind before entering the vehicle.

You and Frost get anxious.

The Joker stomps back to the fortress, kicking the door with his right foot.

“What do you want now?!” Max opens the small window again, rolling his eyes at the green haired menace.

“Are we still on for next month? I want to close that deal.”

“Pffttt, yeah, of course. Make sure you show up for the meeting, Joker! And tell Y/N she can come and trade you in at any time, “ Max mumbles through his clenched teeth.

“Whatever makes her happy,” J punches the metal gate, his arrogance rubbing the mobster the wrong way.

“She should’ve taken the diamonds!” Max closes the opening, being done talking to The King of Gotham.

Your boyfriend is 110.53 % certain you will never do that.

Yes, he can do percentages too.

Sort of…

Also read: MASTERLIST

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starpiper3 · 7 years

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Prompt #2 from ILIAT

Basically, Overwatch has been ambushed on an illegal mission, and 76 and Mercy have gone missing. They were seperated from the rest of the group and have no ability to hear eachother's wounds which run really deep. Whether they both die in eachothers arms or are found in time is up to you.

The sound of the explosion almost made her go deaf. Mercy clamped her hands over her ears and ran for her life. This mission turned into chaos. What was supposed to be a controlled take out, turned into a massive scramble. The small team they had come up with consisted of only 5 people. The group they were aiming for was supposed to have only 10 or 12. Unfortunately, this was the case for only 10 minuets of the mission. Once the team had grouped up at the center of the so called ‘abandoned building’, it was game over for them.

It was the moment Winston shouted at everyone to evacuate immediately did they finally understand what was going on. They had miscalculated, or in other terms, the enemy had pulled a surprise attack. And they weren't going easy on them this time.

Yes, they did take out the 11 people, but the other 100 people? Well, the odds were better in their hands. Not only did they have the upper hand, but they were loaded to the brim. Bombs, bullets, grenades, poison bombs, everything. They seemed to have it all, and that was where escaping got tricky.

With her legs on fire and her mind scrambled, Mercy didn't know what to do next. Was there really anywhere for her to go? Was there an exit? There was no telling. All she knew was that she had to run and she had to run fast. Her eyes locked on to the end of the hallway. Dead end, no escape, nothing. Tears started streaming down her face. No, it couldn't end like this, it just couldn't. The thought of her passing the same way her parents did destroyed her mind. Her teeth chattered against each other as her face twisted in pain.

Just then, an arm shot out from a door way to her left.

“Over here!” A familiar voice shouted at her. Her head whipped around so fast she thought she had snapped her neck.

The Vigilante.

With no other choice but death, she decided to take his hand and follow him down the stairwell she had entered. They hauled ass like their life depended on it. Only Mercy wasn't so sure she would have her life by the time their mission was up. With a stranger she knew only so much about, it would be risky, but at least she wouldn't die alone.

“How did you find me?” She asked completely out of breath.

“No time for questions,” he snapped at her, “we need to focus on getting ourselves out of her alive. Skeptical, she reluctantly continued to follow him. As the bottom of the stairs came into sight, she ripped her hand away from him.

“How do I know you aren't going to lead me to my death?” She questioned as she held a guarded stance. The man looked her up and down before raising a brow. Oh, you're one of those strangers. She squinted at him.

“Just trust me, please?”

“Tell me your name first.”

“What?”

“You heard me, tell me your name first. If I am putting my trust in you, I should at least know who you are.”

The man grumbled and rolled his head back and forth unhappily that the woman before him was arguing with the little time that they had before the building came down. Of course, he didn't want to tell her that. Knowing that she would panic and stress about it would be worse for her health. But alas, for the angel asked, she may receive.

“Just call me Soildier 76, my real name doesn't matter all that much.”

Her eyes squinted and she huffed.

“Fine, 76,” she shortened, “lead the way..”

Reluctantly, she put her life in his hands. The two stumbled to the bottom of the stairs and ran for their lives once they hit flat ground. For some odd reason, Mercy couldn't help but wonder who this man really was. The team had been tracking his actions and movements for longer than they could remember. He didn't seem to be that bad of a person, never fought against them, never seemed to be on Talons side, yet he did steal from all of the fallen bases when he could. It struck them as odd and surreal, yet they never questioned it for long.

As they came up on a corridor, two figures came into sight. The stranger shoved Mercy back into a dark room. Baffled and confused, this only made her more aggravated and angry. No one man handled her like that-

Yet upon seeing the figures, they shot on sight, hitting the stranger in the side and arm twice.Pushing her in the closest room for her own good, he unloaded his pulse riffle from his back and prepared to take the two figures out. Mercy heard two very loud explosions followed by dead silence. Her eyes were wide with fear and her heart pounded in her chest.

“76?” She questioned as she tried to leave the room. Peaking out of the room, she saw him laying on the ground clutching his side. His wounds were bad and she did not like the shape he was in.

She was instantly by his side and patching him up the best she could without her staff, which she had abandoned somewhere in the building. Using a couple pieces of cloth, she pressed up against the wound.

“ARGG!” Soldier cried out and bashed his head against the wall next to him. This movement unknowingly cracked the side of his mask, letting a couple pieces of loose glass fall out of place, allowing her to see his baby blue eyes. A pair of very familiar baby blue eyes. With a fraction of his mask now out of her way, Mercy was left with even more curiosity than before.

“Just hold it there the best you can,” she said as she moved his large hand to cover the cloth she was holding.

Soldier tossed his head to the side letting the mask fly off of his face. Gasping out of shock and horror, Mercy’s eyes teared up.

"Fuck,” he said, letting the not so good word slip out of his mouth, “This was not a part of my plan,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Your plan?”

“To get you out of here angel,” he panted as he attempted to stand.

“No no, you shouldn't-”

“I have to get you out of here one way or another,” he growled and stood his ground.

With a worried look on her face, she supported him the best she could, “It is not you getting me out of here, its us working together to survive. I may not know you.. fully... but it is my duty to help all who I can. Come on big guy, lets go.” She started to bark.

Shuffling by her side, Soldier slowly got used to the pain, allowing them to move even faster. Since he knew the building they were in like the back of his head, the escort only got easier. After what seemed like forever, the door to the floor of the building was before them.

“I can see the light!” Mercy exclaimed. Soldier smirked with the sweat dripping down his face. He began to run and clear the way for the both of them to get out of the building safely. The walls and ceiling began to crumble, leaving small pieces of rock to fall from the ceiling above them.

“Mercy! We’re-” A heart wrenching cry left her lips as his eyes landed on a crushed Mercy.

His heart dropped in his chest and his eyes became wider than the moon.

Well, they almost made it out alive...

~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright.

I know I can write better than this but like... yeah. Um. I hope you liked this. I promise I have much much more on the way (Voltron AU with an OC) that I’ve been trying to bust my ass on. I know I’ve been on the low down lately but I am a college student and I’m literally ready to dig my own grave with all of the group projects I have to do.

Anyways. I’ll be ghosting here and there for a while. I’m also sorry I kinda rushed the end. I also don't have a song for this one. I just felt really bad about having it mostly done and not out for @imlostinatunnel But I hope you do like it man! I really tried my best. I’ll be coming back to it later to maybe fix up the ending for ya.

Be on the look out for a sneak peak of my OC coming up. I’ve worked really hard and really long on her.

As always, comments are welcome, message me any time and I’ll try to get back to you asap!

~Starpier3

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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes || George Daniel Oneshot

Word Count: 6,079 Warnings: The usual borderline abusive behavior & drama that lies within Cinderella. Summary: A cheesy, drama filled Cinderella Story fic centered around the one and only George Daniel. Author’s Note: Got this prompt a while back asking for a Cinderella Story fic for one of the boys, and I decided to go all out on it (as you can see by the word count). Also, it was fitting because after writing this, I hit 100 followers, which is honestly a dream come true. So, this is my thank you to all who read my stories and send me great prompts like this. Love you all. Please feel free to send more requests here! Enjoy!

“George, if you do not get your butt down here, I’m going to make you do overtime at the shop!”

Needless to say, George Daniel’s home life was hell. Or rather, what he had to call ‘home’. When he was young, merely able to remember anything, George lost a lot of his family to a terrible accident. The only survivors were him, his uncle, and his grandmother. Seeing as he was still young, the courts put George with his uncle, whom they assumed would be the best choice to take care of him given his younger age and, save for the loss of his wife, relatively stable household. George had wanted to go with his grandmother, as she reminded him of his mother, was always more tender to him, and was still relatively young, but the courts did not care. Off he went to live in the countryside with Uncle Lou to start a new life.

For a while, that life was not hard nor a burden on George. Lou put him into a relatively well-to-do school and gave him basically free-roam on his property. George learned how to take care of what animals he owned, how to drive a tractor, and his favorite new skill, how to play the drums. Lou was not always a fun man, but he loved music. Drumming in no time became George’s favorite pastime. He believed he would finally settle in with his new ‘family’ once he grew to play well enough that Lou could appreciate it and give him songs to learn. That was, until Lou met Willa.

Willa seemed harmless at first. George first saw her when he was eleven. She had reddish-brown hair and dark brown eyes, and her voice was rather low for a woman, but Lou did not seem to mind. She was kind to George then. He got gifts from her occasionally, and she took him to the park to meet friends when he needed a ride. But then, Lou decided to propose to Willa, and Willa changed. Willa no longer was the kind lady who showed up with gifts and kindness. She transformed into a strict mother who cared about her own two sons more than George and changed Lou overnight. One night, George fell asleep thinking his life was not all that bad. The next morning, he woke up in his own personal brand of hell.

Willa made George work. Not like, work around the estate work. That work George was happy and familiar with doing. No, this work was mental. Refusing to pay for George’s school anymore with Lou’s money -yes, Lou no longer had a say in his financial affairs, or was too in love to care- George had to work to pay his way. Lou at her suggestion bought with the money meant to be spent on George’s education a shop, a diner along the edge of the city, and George was put to work on it immediately. He started out as a busboy, then cook, and then eventually a waiter. He hated it. God, did he hate it. If the rude people who came to the shop weren’t death themselves, Willa’s constant nagging of his performance and Lou’s bitching any time George did not pick up an overtime shift surely encapsulated it.

It hardly helped that the twin boys he was forced to share a home with, or step-creatures as he lovingly dubbed them, would go to the shop often simply to make his job harder. They would make ridiculous orders, and frequently complain just to mess with him. Being the kids of Willa, George had to make sure that all was well with them at any cost or else it’d be his head on the platter he served with. It essentially was hell. George wondered what being he pissed off to earn their presence in his life.

Working so hard did not offer George any free time, especially with school in the mix. It caused him to hardly have any friends, and those he did were merely friends in the sense that they’d partner with him in projects or speak to him at lunch. He also found himself hardly any time to drum. He would join the band at school and get at least a bit of practice there, but band was an after school activity, and he had to be at the shop by four every day. It would never work. George was forced away from it, and honestly anything remotely fun. Fun went to the creatures, and their mother’s money she stored only for their schooling and their dreams. They got to be on the basketball team, and baseball team, and golf team, and whatever the hell team they wished, along with any club they had time for. George loathed the fun they had. If he could have one slimmer of it, or even the girls they had fawning over them, he was sure life would be more manageable.

That was why, when it was mentioned to their school that there would be a dance, George all but sprinted to Lou and Willa to beg them to go. He just wanted one night, one chance to be a normal teenager without them getting in the way, or busting his head about work, or favoriting the twins over him. He stumbled upon the two ‘parents’ outside by the animals. They were fawning over Willa’s horse, a big ol’ white thing named ‘Ace of Spades’ with long white hair and a truly massive body. Willa always put the poor lad into competitions, but much like George, he often liked it best when he was able to roam free. George loved the moments he could take care of the beauty. He hated seeing him put up with Willa though. George would have to bear it to speak to her.

“Lou, Willa,” he said, bounding up to the two as Willa brushed Ace’s hair, “I have something to ask you.”

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Willa asked, eyeing the boy up and down. George had to fight himself to not bark back at her the snide comment swimming around in his mind for her.

“I’m on my way to, but before that, this is real important-”

“More important than your job?” Lou barked a laugh. “Did you get knocked in the head? Nothing should be more important.”

“Will you please just listen to m-”

Before George can finish his sentence, the familiar loud laughter and footsteps of the creatures approached. Drew, the older one by five minutes, and Troy stumbled up, nearly pushing George aside in the process. George brushed himself off as they turned to Willa.

“Can we have some cash?”

It disgusted George how Willa almost dropped Ace’s brush to pull out her wallet. “What for, loves?”

“There’s the Spring dance this weekend,” Troy announced, his voice high and mighty. “We have to look sharp to impress the ladies.”

“They won’t be able to resist,” Drew said with a laugh. “The theme is rock n’ roll, for Christ’s sake. It’s all about shagging.”

“And the Spring Queen gets to choose the fittest lad to be her king,” said Troy, winking at Drew. “Look fit, get the girl.”

Pulling a wad of cash out of her wallet, Willa tossed it to Drew. “Go for it.”

George fought back the bile that rose in his throat. “Can I have some?”

Willa scoffed. “You say that like you’re even allowed to go.”

“But I’ve been working overtime every day this week! And I’ve made double in tips than I did last month!”

“You do not have a choice in this,” Willa snapped. George looked over to Lou, pleading.

“Lou, c’mon, that’s hardly fair-”

“You listen to your mother.”

“She’s not my mum!”

“She’s the best you’ve got,” he growled, “so shut up and listen to her.”

“No, I’ve got my grandmother,” George yelled back, “and I would be with her not wasting away my life here being treated like shit if it weren’t for you!”

Drew chuckled. “Shut up mate, no one cares about you enough for you to even be welcomed at the dance.”

“Yeah,” Troy nodded, “you’d be lucky to even get looked at by another human.”

“Nice comeback, ya’ brat.”

“George!”

“What else are you gonna’ do to me?” George yelled, throwing his arms up in defeat. “What could you possibly take away from me that you already haven’t, huh? Is five years of life not good enough for you? Are all the years I’m going to have to fight to make up for what hell you’ve put me through not enough? Oh, I’m sorry I inconvenienced you enough that that doesn’t make up for what I did. And what have I done, exactly? Exist? Not die along with the rest of our family, Lou?”

Lou’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up, George.”

“Like you give a shit about them,” he said, eyes cold. “You used to, back before Willa came here and decided brainwashing you to let the twins here eat out of your ass was how she was going to dictate. Back before I had to fight to have an education, or passions, or a life. Honestly at this point, Lou? I’d prefer to have any of the people who died back over you. They would’ve at least cared about me enough to not let snakes like Willa come into our lives.”

The smack coming from Willa only enthralled George more. Laughing, he turned to the two boys who sat there, wide-eyed and judging. “Did that upset you, boys? Did it upset you to know the world doesn’t revolve around you? Does it upset you more to know that girls talk about how utterly boring you are behind your backs? How you aren’t really a good lay, but a cheap lay that they can always count on to be around because you’re just that easy?”

The punch George got to his jaw from Troy knocked him back a bit, but still did not stop him. “You’re real lucky she has me poor, Lou,” he growled with a wicked, now slightly bloody smile. “I have to still live off of your shitty waiter job to stay in school. Otherwise, I’d clue you in a bit more on what I’ve picked up over the years about you and your shitty life you’ve created for me, and then go right up to CPS and get your ass imprisoned. Willa, too. You guys would be lovely together in the pen. But alas, I can’t. I’m locked into my job, and your bullshit, and while these guys go impregnate a few poor souls, I’ll be waiting empty tables and just building up more fodder for how utterly shit you all are to make my future case. Sorry if that angers you,” he said, mockingly cold as he did a small curtsy for the group. “Sleep well.”

George didn’t even look back and face the string of hateful words Willa had set up for him as he headed back to his room. He knew he would face hell for it later. Hell, the dance was as far of a fetch then as him winning the lottery. But, he was glad he said it. He was glad that, after five years of hell, he finally got to let Lou, the man in charge of protecting his family’s legacy, just how hard he had screwed up. The flash of fear in his eyes was all George needed. It made the possible tears and probable anger he would face the night of the dance all worth it.

~~~~~~

George felt no surprise the night of the dance with how he was set up. Door locked and barricaded, he had only a small thing of food and his cell phone to keep him company in his room for the entirety of the night. He didn’t get the pleasure of working the night, because ‘why should we give you money that could benefit you as punishment’. He simply got to watch the twins leave the house happily with some girls George knew wouldn’t be theirs by the end of the night, and sit in self pity all alone. It pissed George off. Then again, it forced Lou to have to spend the night alone with Willa as she obsessed over making sure he didn’t try to escape, so was he the true loser in this situation? Opening his phone, George chuckled. Poor bastard.

Something on George’s phone stopped the boy from playing Tetris, the only game the shitty old thing provided. It was a text from an unknown number. Opening the text, he read it in a whisper out loud.

“George, it’s Sandra, your grandmother. I got an email from a lad saying I could and should contact you on this number and that it was urgent. Is everything alright, love? I’ve been so worried about you.”

George could barely see straight. Who the hell texted his grandmother? How in the world was she able to contact him for the first time in five whole years? Fumbling, he hurried to type out a reply.

“Nan, I thought I’d never hear from you again. Lou’s new wife has me living in pure hell here. I’m currently locked up in my room because of her. Lou’s lost his mind. I miss you.”

Her reply a few minutes later hurt George to read.

“I told them he wasn’t stable enough to care for you. I’m so, so sorry George. I’m so sorry I didn’t fight harder for you. If I could, I would come there for you in a heartbeat.”

George was about to type out an equally as heartfelt reply when suddenly, he got an idea. He typed furiously.

“Nan, if I send you the address of the flat here, are you able to send me a cab? They’re currently keeping me from a dance, but I think if I can go, I can set something up that might get me to you. Okay?”

As soon as her yes came back as a reply, George was up and off of his bed. Reaching into his closet, he took out one of his old band t-shirts, a leather jacket he had saved up for the previous year, and a pair of roughed up jeans. He snatched a small bit of cash he had been saving up after he got dressed and opened up the window. He was on the second floor, but George was also tall. He tossed the belongings he needed down to the ground, and after carefully positioning himself hanging from the windowsill, he dropped. He made it to the earth without an issue. Snatching up his stuff, he ran as fast as he could towards the long wooded drive that led to their home. He waited until the trees lining the drive masked his location from the house, and sat there in the dimming night until the cab arrived. He got in, and without looking back, left the property. Lou and Willa could beat him up later for this. Tonight, he had plans.

~~~~~~

George arrived to his school hearing the loud sound of rock n’ roll blaring from its gym. He could pick out the song any day - Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin. Sure, it was an odd dance choice, but he didn’t complain. He hardly could. He tried to play the song multiple times when he still could as a kid. Sauntering into the gym, George noticed the dance was in full swing. Every boy was dressed in suits, and every girl had some sparkling dress. He stuck out like an odd ball. Some theme.

Not knowing anyone, and hardly knowing how to properly dance, he decided to grab a bit of punch and find himself a place to sit. He made his way over to the table with punch. His hand reached forward to grab the ladle for the punch, but accidentally found itself bumping into a much smaller hand across from him.

“Sorry love-”

“It was my fault, I-”

Both mouths fell silent. Across from George stood you, perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever set his eyes on. You had on a midnight blue dress, not flashy but certainly eye catching. Your hair was braided, and in it tucked away was a gorgeous blue flower that matched the dress perfectly. George felt unworthy in your mere presence. He had no clue of it, but you felt the same about him as well.

“I-I’m {Y/N},” you said once you could catch your breath, holding out your hand to him. George carefully took your hand and brought it up to his mouth, giving it a small kiss. Upon seeing you blush from it, he smiled.

“I’m George. I-I hope I’m not too forward in saying this, but you look awfully beautiful. Truly.”

You blushed further, averting your gaze down to the punch. “Thank you, George.”

His name sounded wonderful on your lips. George felt his heart skip a beat. “I-I don’t suppose you came here alone, did you?”

You shook your head. “No, I came here with Finn McGill. I’m not sure if you know him, he’s on the golf team.”

A chill went down George’s spine. If he was on the golf team, he would know the creatures all too well. The thought of them even having a mere connection to someone as beautiful as you made his stomach churn. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look back over to you.

“He’s off dancing with some other girl, though. I only went with him because it saves face.”

George bit his lip. “Why do you need to save face? You look stunning, you’re sweet.”

“I also don’t tend to do what most girls trying to get Spring Queen do and talk only to mainstream, ‘popular’ kids,” you mentioned, eyeing him up and down. George blushed. He didn’t know whether or not to be embarrassed or blessed by your words. “Want to go sit and talk somewhere? I’m sure Finn will be hooked on that other girl for a while. She looked like she was dancing on him real good.”

George was amused. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you to go back and deal with whatever mess you had waiting you back at the dance floor with Finn, even with his nerves through the roof at having to actually talk to someone else, especially someone as beautiful as you. He had to give you a chance. Nodding, he waited until you both got punch before following you over to a small table just off the dance floor. After making sure to hold out your chair, the two of you dove into a pleasant conversation. You discussed everything from your favorite books to your favorite foods and favorite types of music. George of course went on a rant about the songs being played at the dance, telling you far more than you thought one person could know about them, though you did not mind. You countered by telling him right back about your favorites. It all seemed to be following swimmingly when, out of nowhere, George heard a familiar set of laughter come up behind him. He cannot move away quick enough to avoid Drew and Troy, sauntering up with their plastic dates by their sides and meddlesome smiles. You looked to them curiously, but George met them with a death glare.

“What are you doing here Georgie,” Drew asked, smirking and ruffling up his hair to George’s dislike, “I thought you weren’t allowed to go tonight?”

“Mom’s going to kill you when you get back,” Troy said, shaking his head. “You watch, she’s going to never let you see the light of day.”

“George,” you asked, gently placing your hand over his that was about to break the side of the table, “who are these guys?”

“Meet Drew and Troy,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “The people I have the misfortune of living with.”

“It’s not our fault your family died and forced you to live with us,” Drew spat. George felt the color wash out of his skin. Yours did the same, though instead of the empty feeling that overwhelmed George, you felt a fit of anger rush in to take the color’s place.

“How about you shut your mouth, you prick?”

Drew raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Don’t you have someone’s dick to go suck so you can win Queen?”

George could not even pause to process him doing it. All he knew was that one minute, he felt more rage than he had ever felt before, and the next, Drew was on the ground with a broken nose. You stood up at George’s side and watched slightly horrified as Drew wailed on the ground, his brother trying to stop the blood his nose began to gush. Though you were confused as to why George felt so angrily about his brothers, you knew he needed to get away. Grabbing his arm, you quickly rushed him out of the gym. He followed you out down one of the long hallways. You stopped him at the end of the second one you passed. He rested himself against a locker.

“What was that?”

“You did not deserve to be talked to that way,” George muttered, folding his arms. “He had to be taught that.”

“No- George, believe me, I’m grateful you did that, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” You sighed, bringing his face up with your finger so he looked at you. “What’s going on with them? Why weren’t you allowed to come here?”

George’s face fell even darker. “Their mother ruined what shitty life I had after my family died. I got put with my uncle and he remarried this lady and she took whatever I had left and spoiled those two brats. It’s been that way for five years, {Y/N}. You’ve probably never seen me because I’m lucky I can even make it to school. I pay my way here.”

Your eyes widened. “You pay it all?”

“She cut me off the moment she walked in with his ring,” George replied. “I blew up at them for it when the dance was announced earlier this week, and since they insist on ignoring how bad they are, they essentially made me a prisoner in my own house for tonight. I snuck out, though. That’s why those idiots were shocked to see me.”

“George, that’s-”

“Horrible?” he asked, kicking at the locker behind him with the back of his shoe. “Terrible? Borderline abusive? Yeah, believe me, I know.”

“You have to tell someone.”

“I plan on doing so tonight,” he told you. “After the dance. I’m going straight to the authorities and letting them know what they’ve done. My Nan lives not too far away, and she’s lovely and has money and a good house to care for me. The moment they find out what my uncle’s done, I’m going straight to her, and he’s going straight to jail.”

You did not know what to say. Here, you spoke to George because he looked different and bumped into you and looked at you as if you were truly beautiful, not just another good shag option. Yet, he was so much more. He was pained, mistreated, powerful, but also so in need of love and a second chance. A new start. You had no idea what to say, but you knew what to do. Making sure to catch his eye, you carefully leaned him back against the lockers behind him and kissed him.

George felt all his anger melt away. As soft and gorgeous as you looked, you kissed ten times better. Sure, he hardly knew what to do with this being his first kiss, but the feelings he felt were too strong to get all nervous about it. He simply let his emotions, let you, take the lead, and allowed instinct to guide him. You had not kissed many boys in your past, but knowing them all, you could say with confidence that George’s instinct led him well. You saw George smile immediately after breaking the kiss. In that moment, you knew he needed to be loved more. You knew he needed his fairytale happy ending. Oh, how you hoped he’d get it.

A loud boom of the gym door closing made you both jump. The soft patter of heels made their way down the hall, until finally a girl in a soft pink textured gown reached the two of you. She looked at George with a bit of shock, but quickly dismissed it in favor of speaking to you.

“{Y/N} c’mon, they’re about to announce Spring Queen! You need to hurry!”

You looked at George with apprehension. He merely smiled and leaned forward to kiss you again. “Go on, win that thing. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

With a grin, you reached to squeeze his hand and then trotted off to join your friend, the pittering of both of your heels echoing off the walls. Sure, George had no idea of his words would be true. Knowing Drew and Troy, he probably already had the firing squad on their way over to take him and never make him see the light of day again. But he would be damned if he ever saw sadness or fear in your eyes. You did not deserve that. Pushing himself off the locker, George dusted himself off and then headed back to the gym.

The entire group in attendance stood eagerly awaiting the news around the stage at the far center of the room. Up there, George saw a gorgeous diamond crown and a larger gold crown nestled on pillows beside two sashes, which he suspected were to signify the King and Queen. On the stage next to the Principal stood all candidates for Queen. You stood out to George like the moon on a dark winter’s night. The sight took his breath away.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming out tonight, and for voting for our new Spring Queen,” Principal Hews spoke, his grand voice bellowing through the room. “It is my great pleasure and honor to announce to you, this year’s Spring Queen…{Y/N}!”

The cheer George gave was louder than he had ever cheered before. You looked near tears as the crowd clapped and hollered, the losing girls slinking off the stage with catty sneers as you got your sash. You looked absolutely regal with your crown on. A true princess. George felt as if he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He wanted nothing more than to pick you up and twirl you around just to see if he could make your radiant smile match the glittering gems on your crown in vivacity. He wanted to give every last cent he had to let you know you were truly worthy of that crown.

You wanted to give him a chance to do so.

“As my first decree as Spring Queen, I would like Mr. George Daniel to please come up here with me on stage.”

George’s heart stopped. Me? She seriously chose me? George got a mixture of confused and angered looks as he passed through the crowd of people to join you up on stage. No one knew him, and if they did, they hardly knew why you would choose him over them. One particularly angered boy had to have been Finn, for he flipped him off and mumbled something about him stealing his girl before George made it to the stage. Once he was there with you, all of the people faded away. Your smile blinded him to them.

“I hereby announce that George Daniel is this year’s Spring King.”

To an assortment of cheers and boos, you had George bend down slightly so that you could place the golden crown on his head. As soon as it was on, and George managed to get his sash on, the two of you made your way to the gym floor. There, you were to share a dance together. George felt like something out of a dream.

“May I have this dance, George?”

Grinning, George pulled you close to him and gave you a tender kiss. “It would be my honor, my Queen.”

And then, the music started. George never imagined himself finishing off the night dancing to ‘I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing’ with a beautiful girl like yourself, but he felt right lucky to be able to do so. He twirled you and held you close as if you were the light of his life. You held onto him and smiled back up at him as if he made your world perfect. Somehow, this big ol’ boy with a rough life completed your beautiful queen’s life. All at once, everything was different. Both of you wouldn’t have the fairytale moment any other way.

Like all fairytales though, there had to be drama. That drama came in the form of, as soon as the music stopped, George being torn away from you by none other than a very bruised and bloodied Drew alongside Troy. He went to shove them away, nearly hitting Drew’s nose in the process, when he froze before the sight of an irate Willa and a smaller than life wilted shamble of the man he knew to be Lou. Willa snatched his arm, nearly throwing him forward with a slew of angered words. All eyes were on them, most consisting of shock and confusion at his treatment. You tried to follow them, but found yourself unable to catch up. George was up and gone, riding miles away with his family, his fairytale ruined. Looking down, you realized he did not even get to say goodbye. You also realized something equally, if not more sad. He never got to go to the authorities. Tears in your eyes, you tossed your heels aside and ran to your car.

If George couldn’t get himself free, then by all means, you would do it for him.

~~~~~~

“THE NERVE YOU HAVE.”

George stared at Willa, his eyes cold and sunken in as her words hit him. She had not quit yelling at him since he arrived back home. A bruise growing on his cheek signaled she had done even more along the way.

“You think you can disobey me like that? Like some ungrateful tramp?”

“What on Earth would I owe to you? You ruined my life!”

“Shut up,” she said, another slap rattling George. “It is your fault for ruining mine!”

“What are you even talking about?”

“We would be a perfect family if you weren’t in the picture,” she snarled, pushing at George. “Drew and Troy are model children, and your Uncle and I are in love. Without you, we would be wonderful. And yet we have to deal with you, and your horrid nature, and your horrid hair, and-”

All eyes in the room, including George’s slightly bruising ones, flew to the door. A few more knocks came, followed by a loud voice.

“Police, open up!”

The eyes suddenly all flew to George. He was a walking black and blue billboard, angered and easily able to talk out about what happened to him. If the police saw him, they would not be able to deny what was going on. George knew he was in trouble. He made it almost to the staircase before Willa threw Lou at him to catch him. Lou put a finger to his lips, and a harsh hand on the back of his throat. George followed him into the kitchen merely out of the pain from his hand. When he got there, Lou grabbed a steak knife and held it at him, eyeing the boy.

“Say one word and you’ll regret it boy.”

George stared him down cold as the man’s hand held his wrist down. “Why would I? I’d rather be dead than deal with you all one more day.”

“And let that poor girl at the dance know you bled out before she could save you?”

“You leave her out of this.”

George heard the door open. Willa spoke cheerfully, fakely so to the cops in the other room. “You’re pathetic,” he whispered, eyeing the knife. “You can’t possibly love her enough to threaten me like this. You used to love me.”

“Who says I don’t love you?”

“Probably the butcher’s knife at my throat.”

“It’s complicated George, you do things for those you love.”

“If you loved me at all, you wouldn’t let your ‘wife’ over there lie about me getting abused and mistreated here. You’d turn her in, not protect her.”

Lou shut his eyes and sighed. “But I am.”

“What?”

“George! George, where are you?”

{Y/N}. Your voice echoing through the kitchen, it took everything in George not to call out back. You sounded so terrified. So, so terrified. George hated that sound. He nearly let tears overtake him when, suddenly, his hand no longer was held down. George looked to Lou in confusion.

“What-”

“George!”

Bursting through the kitchen door, you ran in followed by the police to find Lou holding the knife up, and George standing like a deer in headlights. The police told him to drop the knife immediately, which he did followed by letting them willingly handcuff him. George did not know what to say.

“What...what the hell just happened?”

“I knew if you contacted your Nan, you’d alert someone about what was going on here and they’d rescue you.”

George’s jaw dropped. “You...you let yourself get caught?”

“I’m fucked up George,” Lou said, the other officer moving to go arrest Willa in the living room. “I love Willa. But you opened my eyes up to how horrid she was to you, so...I decided that the best thing would be for us to get out of here together. You were right, George. You were right. And now you get to live your life with your Nan how it should be lived. Take care of that pretty little thing by your side.”

George briefly looked down to your shaken face before looking back at Lou. “Lou, I-”

“Don’t speak,” he said defeatedly. “Just...go live your dream. Please, have a good life.”

With that, George watched as Lou, followed by an erratic Willa, were carried away into cop cars. Drew and Troy, though both not technically guilty of anything, went along in the cars with the cops, as they were still minors and could not live on their own even if they wished. They would probably end up at a foster home. George hardly cared what happened to them. All he cared about was the fact that, soon, he would have a new life. He would have his Nan, his education, and his freedom. A small kiss placed on the side of his arm reminded him that, to his delight, he also had you.

“Did you call the police?”

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his waist. “After what you told me, I was so scared to see you taken away like that so suddenly. I went to them as soon as you left and got them to come over here. Are you okay?”

George nodded. “My face hurts, but I’ll be alright. I’ll probably have to go to the hospital with the medics outside just so they can check once they’re done dealing with all them, but I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“Now that I know my King isn’t hurt and won’t be any longer?” You pulled George down and gently kissed his swollen cheek. “I’m wonderful.”

“Wonderful.”

There was no time like the present to do what he wanted to do next. Picking you up, George twirled you around and, upon setting you down, gazed at your beautiful smile and kissed you deep, his hand moving to your cheek. You were his new dream. You were the key to his future, his rescuer with a dazzling smile. You saved his world and put the pieces back together because your kind heart told you to. George would spend every day with his newfound freedom thanking you for that. You would send every day thanking your lucky stars that you were able to.

George’s home life had been hell, but his future became the sweetest form of heaven.

And he lived happily ever after in your arms.

The end.

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Track Drive: 2018 Mercedes-AMG E63 S Sedan and Wagon

BOWLING GREEN, Kentucky — I arrived at the NCM Motorsports Park (MSP) race track about an hour earlier than expected by the Mercedes ground crew. Not because I drove my allocated AMG GLC 63 S Coupe faster than anyone else, but because I took a shorter detour around some of my newly discovered favorite roads in the area. Those roads just happen to be close to the race track and Bowling Green happens to be my new home after 30 years in South Florida.

Getting there early gave me a chance to look over the 2018 Mercedes-AMG E63 S Sedan and AMG E63 S Wagon before things got started on track. These two sporty people movers were our allocated track weapons for the day.

You may ask why anyone put a luxury sedan and wagon on a race track? First, because it’s fun. Then again, I’d take a shopping trolley round a race track if someone put an engine in it, so I may not be the right person to comment. Most importantly, Mercedes must think it’s a reasonable idea or at least, the company’s marketing folks have a good sense of humor—either way, no complaints from my end.

The E63 sedan and wagon feel similar to drive on road or track, which makes sense as they are almost identical. Both stealthy PG-rated missiles pack handcrafted 4.0-liter twin-turbo V-8s kicking out 603 hp and 627 lb-ft of torque. They also carry trick AMG handling technology to cope with all that power. So to feel the power and technology at its limit and save the driving licenses of people like me, to the race track it is.

Mercedes had racing legend and well-known sports commentator Tommy Kendall on hand to give the track talk and pace the lead-follow laps. (Tommy also heads up the AMG Driving Academy for Mercedes.) Each car was equipped with a track radio. Tommy gave running commentary as he drove the lead AMG GT R pace car to help the first timers learn the fast and technical MSP track. Even though I am based at MSP and know the track well, I was happy to follow Tommy and listen in. “An open mind learns something new every day,” my mum always told me.

I was in the E63 S Sedan first, but before I talk about the track handling, let me spend a minute on standing start capabilities. The Sedan weighs in at 4,515 pounds (versus 4,669 pounds for the wagon), some 900 pounds more than Tommy’s AMG GT R. And though the E63 has the benefit of 26 more horses and all-wheel drive, it’s still impressive how this heavy four-door can equal or even beat the GT R to 60 mph. According to Mercedes, the sedan needs just 3.3 second to hit 60 mph, while the wagon needs a 3.4 seconds to get there. My rear end and my chiropractor both think those figures might be conservative.

To get the best launch I used the “RACE START” launch feature. It is easy to use and brutally effective. If you’re in any drive mode other than Comfort, press the brake pedal hard, fully depress the gas pedal, and let off the brake when ready to hole shot.

Most of the technical help to effectively transfer the big power to the ground is provided by the AMG Performance 4MATIC+ system. This All-wheel drive technology has the ability to move 100 percent of power to whichever end of the vehicle can use it most effectively.

I used the Sport+ drive setting to put the E63 into the least intrusive level of nanny control. Sport+ causes the AMG Sport Suspension Air Body Control and Dynamic Engine Mounts to stiffen the car, slow down body roll, and enhance steering feel. The Electronic Limited Slip Differential also works with the 4MATIC system to quicken the allocation of drive to each wheel. In a nutshell, Sport+ changes the car from a luxury sedan to an extremely sporty sedan, allowing more vehicle yaw rotation and wheel slip before the nannies wake up.

At a brisk pace on track following Tommy, the steering gave me enough feel to easily control the rate of vehicle rotation going into any corner I chose. This would set me up nicely for smooth and fast corner exits. Chassis behavior was both impressive, predictable and a total blast to play with.

The AMG Performance Exhaust System is well worth the $1,250 buy-in. It sounds great inside the car with a little enhancement coming through the speakers, popping and growling like a serious performance car. The line of E63s going into turn one with Tommy leading in the GT R sounded great on the outside too. This car can definitely provide an early morning treat to upset that neighbor who leaves their poor dog outside barking all day.

I want to give a shout out to the E63’s Michelin Pilot Sport 4S tires for good grip and consistency in the very hot conditions. The Pilot Sport 4S don’t offer Pilot Cup 2 levels of grip and are instead designed to grip and last, which they do. Considering the weight of the E63 and the sliding abuse I was giving them, the tires gave me all I asked for. Tire sizes for the sedan and wagon both are 265/35R20 up front and 295/30R20 at rear.

The driver seat is comfortable and supportive. No surprise for a vehicle at this price point. The steering wheel is a smaller racy circumference with a flattened bottom, which I like. The twin 12.3-inch wide screens are impressive—though I am not a fan of infotainment systems as I find them very distracting to try and use while driving, hands-free or otherwise, I like to try them out while parked. Once I figure out what I might use and how to access it, I’m good to go. The Mercedes system was as intuitive and easy to use as most. I particularly liked the twin gauge cluster showing on the fly horsepower and torque.

Driver aids such as Active Steering Assist, Active Lane Change Assist, and Active Lane Keeping Assist function the same way as other manufacturer’s. They are basically at level 2+ autonomy levels, meaning that the driver has to pay full attention to the road at all times while using them, which seems to miss the point a bit. The reason a driver is warned to pay full attention is in case the system goes blind (bad road markings) or another driver dangerously enters your driving space (because the technology can’t evade). I always opt to skip the driver assist systems when I drive.

I had been doing the on-track lead follow at the kind of pace you could never do on public roads without the probability of ending up in jail or being loaded onto a wrecker. I felt I had a good handle on the E63s but wondered aloud if it might be possible to do a couple of hot laps and really take one cars to the limit. Luckily for me, the Mercedes execs in attendance also have irrational tendencies and were all for it.

Of course, I chose the E63 S wagon for the hot lap. It just seemed right and pleased my cartoon sensibilities. My plan for the run would be to do a warm up lap, two flying/timed laps, and a cool-down lap. There was no time to do any practice runs at full speed, so off I went. I rocketed down the straight heading for turn one with the nine-speed AMG SPEEDSHIFT MCT (multi-clutch transmission) automatic spitting shifts like a champ. I braked as late as I dared, seeing over 135 mph before deploying the chutes and the $8,950 ceramic brakes did not disappoint, with the wagon immediately impressing me with its full-on panic stopping power. The nearly 4,700-pound wagon shredded speed as efficiently as a serious sports car. I was thinking we might be shredding the track surface also and the Michelins seemed to be trying to leave the vehicle, yelping and screeching in anguish, but everything held on and I made it through turn one. Only 22 turns left to go on this lap. Great.

The brakes and tires were holding up well as I blasted out of turn 15 at over 130 mph, on my way to the track’s infamous turn 16—the trickiest and one of the fastest corners at MSP. Getting through it clean, fast, and in one piece takes total commitment or sanity; I have commitment. Turn 16 is an up and over 100 mph turn with a blind climbing entry, changing to downhill and off camber as it sweeps away to turn 17. It is my favorite turn at MSP, mainly because I’m not well.

Entering turn 16, I had a quick word with the E63 wagon. I need you to rotate, like right now. Relying on only the front tires to make this turn at the speed I was carrying in a 4,700-pound car would have been futile. Using the cresting hill, I tried to kick out the rear end by aggressively tapping the brake pedal as I turned in. I was almost caught out as the wagon rotated really fast. Too well in fact. Even though I was in Sport+, the violence of the rotation totally woke up the 4MATIC and stability nannies, which, convinced we were all going to die, impressively and annoyingly brought the rear end back in line. Oh poo (or words to that effect) I may have said, while continuing to convince the rear to stay where I wanted it. The fight between me, the nannies, and the 4MATIC was a good one—one that was finally broken up by the approaching brake zone of turn 17.

The wagon ran like a champ for the two hot laps.The brakes took the hammering impressively well, especially considering the weight of the wagon and the ambient and track temperatures, giving me a solid pedal during the whole run. For those of you who know MSP and maybe run there, my best lap was the first one, at 2 minutes and 23.14 seconds. Tires were Michelin PS4S, ambient temperature 93 degrees, and track temp was over 125 degrees.

You have to give credit to Mercedes for continuing to bring their rocket ship wagon to the US when they know the US is a lousy market for wagons. They told us they expect to sell just 3,000 wagons a year in the States and only 10% will be E63s, which is not a lot.

I have always liked ultra-capable big sedans and am a huge fan of wagons. The 603-hp E63 S Sedan will push the new BMW M5 and Tesla Model S to their limits; the E63 S Wagon will do the same, while moving house. We live in strange but very good times for motor heads my friends.

2018 Mercedes-AMG E 63 S Sedan Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $105,395 (base) ENGINE 4.0L twin-turbo DOHC 32-valve V-8/603 hp @ 5,750-6,500 rpm, 627 lb-ft @ 2,500-4,500 rpm TRANSMISSION 9-speed multi-clutch automatic LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine, AWD sedan EPA MILEAGE 15/22 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 196.4 x 75.1 x 56.6 in WHEELBASE 115.7 in WEIGHT 4,515 lb 0-60 MPH 3.3 sec TOP SPEED 188 mph

2018 Mercedes-AMG E 63 S Wagon Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $107,945 (base) ENGINE 4.0L twin-turbo DOHC 32-valve V-8/603 hp @ 5,750-6,500 rpm, 627 lb-ft @ 2,500-4,500 rpm TRANSMISSION 9-speed multi-clutch automatic LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine, AWD sedan EPA MILEAGE 16/22 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 197.1 x 75.1 x 58.0 in WHEELBASE 115.7 in WEIGHT 4,515 lb 0-60 MPH 3.4 sec TOP SPEED 180 mph

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Being Alone, Anaconda, and Animals: @manhattan acc waiting 4 LOVE Super Cute, super fun, playful, spry, tail waggy, social & sweet Zeus 37941 12 years old. 45 lbs **** TO BE KILLED - 8/17/2018 **** AGE AIN'T NOTHING BUT A NUMBER and 12 year old Zeus is here to let you know just that. As cute as a button, sweet, social, spry and ready for fun, Zeus family moved away and into an apartment where dogs are not welcome and felt like it was okay to dump him off at the Manhattan ACC. Not a good look as they have a euth list 6 nights a week and older dogs are among the first to go. However, Zeus has made it quite clear that it is not his time. There's lots of fun he hasn't had yet and he's up for making plenty of new friends. Family first though. Zeus is waiting for that special new BFF to save the day, and his life. Please help us network this 45 pound winner to the moon and back for that awesome second chance. ZEUS@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Zeus My animal id is #37941 I am a male white dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 12 years old. 45 lbs Came into the shelter as owner surrender Aug. 12, 2018 Reason Stated: MOVING - No pets allowed Zeus is at risk for medical reasons. He is a geriatric dog with multiple medical concerns which are listed on his medical history, including a heart murmur. Zeus is recommended to be ideally adopted into an adult only home due to some behavioral activity. My medical notes are... Weight: 45 lbs Vet Notes 13/08/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 12 years Microchip noted on Intake? No Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : owner surrender due to moving Subjective: Observed Behavior - docile, allows all handling, but not attention seeking. Muzzled for precaution Evidence of Cruelty seen - No Evidence of Trauma seen - No Objective T = P = 100 R = 28 BCS = 3/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted. very small eyelid tumor noted on lower left lid Oral Exam: dental attrition with tartar noted - was muzzled for exam so full eval not done PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSA, 3/6 systolic murmur noted on left and sternal CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Intact Male MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat - pressure point alopecia over elbows CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: not done Assessment Heart Murmur 3/6 r/o valvular versus HCM, DCM Dental attrition Thin intact Prognosis: Good Plan:Recommend cardiac ultrasound when placed SURGERY: Permanent waiver due to age and heart murmur 13/08/2018 [Spay/Neuter Waiver - Age] It is the policy of ACC not to perform surgery on any animal over the age of 8-10 years due to the higher risks incurred in a shelter setting. In addition, Zeus has a heart murmur. The veterinarian is hereby issuing a permanent spay/neuter waiver, from the spay/neuter requirements of the City of NY due to the estimated age of this animal. ACC does recommend you consult with your veterinarian to determine if surgical sterilization is appropriate. 14/08/2018 [Spay/Neuter Waiver - Age] It is the policy of ACC not to perform surgery on any animal over the age of 8-10 years due to the higher risks incurred in a shelter setting. The veterinarian is hereby issuing a permanent spay/neuter waiver, from the spay/neuter requirements of the City of NY due to the estimated age of this animal. ACC does recommend you consult with your veterinarian to determine if surgical sterilization is appropriate. Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 1. Green Behavior History Behavior Assessment Zeus was stiff bodied during intake he kept his tail between his legs and was giving people whale eye. He flattened out on the floor when we tried to take his picture. He allowed me to remove his collar and leash him. When i opened the kennel door he jumped right in and when i gave him the cue to sit he sat down until the door closed. Date of Intake: 8/12/2018 Basic Information:: Zeus is a male white large breed dog that is estimated to be 12 Years old. His previous owner found him as a stray 11 years ago and kept him until he had to move to a location that did not allow animals. Previously lived with:: 1 Adult How is this dog around strangers?: Zeus is friendly with strangers and will slowly approach them until he is comfortable then will seek attention. How is this dog around children?: Zeus lived with a 10 year old child for a few years and was very friendly and affectionate with her. How is this dog around other dogs?: Zeus is friendly with female dogs and will look to play but will growl at male dogs and younger dogs that are high energy. How is this dog around cats?: Zeus was pet-sitted by someone that had cats and he was very friendly with them and would share a bed with them. Resource guarding:: Zeus is not bothered by people going near his food but will always try to play tug if you take away his toys. Bite history:: Zeus has bitten another dog 11 years ago when another dog tried to play with him approaching him from behind and drew blood. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High Energy, Playful, Affectionate Other Notes:: Zeus tends to bark a lot when left alone at home, he will whine and bark when he hears people walking by. He flinches when he hears a loud noise and will back away.He enjoys baths and will jump in to the tub. He is not bothered by people trying to pick him up. He enjoys being brushed. He does not like having his nails trimmed and will back away and growl if people keep trying to trim his nails. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Zeus has no known medical concerns. For a New Family to Know: Zeus is an affectionate dog that enjoys following people around the house. He likes to play with balls and rope, his favorite game is tug and he will always entice play with his ropes. He is used to being indoors but in his previous home he had a backyard and would spend all day outside. He tends to sleep in his crate most of the time. He enjoys eating a mix of wet and dry food. He is very house trained and has recently started using wee-wee pads as well. He is crate trained but will cry the entire time he is in there he is trained to be in a crate for up to 9 hours. He does pull hard on the leash during walks but will stop pulling if his name is called. He was also walked off leash for a while and would stay within 10 feet of his owner. Date of intake:: 8/12/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 11 years) Previously lived with:: An adult and a child (age 10) Behavior toward strangers:: Slowly approaches, is then friendly Behavior toward children:: Friendly and affectionate with a 10 year old he lived with Behavior toward dogs:: Growls at males dogs and high energy dogs, friendly with calm females Behavior toward cats:: Friendly Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: Yes, Zeus bit and broke skin on a dog 11 years ago when the other dog was trying to play with him. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Zeus is described as playful and affectionate with a high level of activity. Date of assessment:: 8/14/2018 Look:: 2. Dog pulls out of Assessor's hands each time without settling during three repetitions. Sensitivity:: 2. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, tail is between legs, body stiff, mouth closed, lip long, ears likely back, may lip lick. Tag:: 2. Dog is fearful but unresponsive when touched. Approaches the Assessor when the game ends. Dog is likely crouching, may have a long lip or lip lick. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Zeus very cautiously approached the assessor, and when the assessor reached towards him he jumped away. He was very tense throughout the assessment, had a tucked tail, and avoident of handling. Summary (1):: 8/13: Zeus is introduced to a female dog through the gate due to reported bite history involving another dog. He appears slightly tense with raised hackles. Date of intake:: 8/12/2018 Summary:: Tense and whale eyes, allowed handling Date of initial:: 8/13/2018 Summary:: Allowed handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Zeus is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: ADULT ONLY HOME Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to how uncomfortable Zeus is currently with touch and novel stimuli, we feel that an adult-only home would be most beneficial at this time. Potential challenges: : Fearful,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration Potential challenges comments:: Fearful: Zeus is reported to need a slow approach from people and is very fearful at the care center. It is important to always go slow and give Zeus the option to walk away from any social interaction. Zeus should never be forced to approach anything that he is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Zeus' choice to approach a new person or thing. Zeus would do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to his new surroundings. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Zeus has been reported to react to other dogs on leash, lunging towards them, barking and growling. Zeus may need positive reinforcement, reward based training to teach him to look at you rather than other dogs. We recommend a front clip harness or head halter to help manage this behavior. * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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