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fourthwingfan · 2 months

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Madness - Chapter 4

Warning: It's a war college so don't read it if you sensitive to violence death etc.

Note: We have finally a "decent" conversation between Xaden and Aelin. And guess what? We have a new nickname. From Xaden. Soo goood. 😍

Enjoy :)

The sparring ring is where riders are made or broken. After all, no respectable dragon would choose a rider who cannot defend themselves, and no respectable cadet would allow such threat to the wing to continue training.

-Major Afendra’s guide to the Riders Quadrant

(Unauthorized Edition)

“Elena Sosa, Brayden Blackburn.” Captain Fitzgibbons reads from the death roll, flanked by two other scribes on the dais as we stand in silent formation in the courtyard, squinting into the early sun.

This morning, we’re all in rider black, and there’s a single silver four-pointed star on my collarbone, the mark of a first-year, and a Fourth Wing patch on my shoulder. We were issued standard uniforms yesterday, summer-weight tightfitted tunics, pants, and accessories after Parapet was over, but not flight leathers. There’s no point handing out the thicker, more protective combat uniforms when half of us won’t be around come Threshing in October. The armored corset Mira made us isn’t regulation, but I fit right in among the hundreds of modified uniforms around me.

After the last twenty-four hours and one night in the first-floor barracks, I’m starting to realize that this quadrant is a strange mix of we-might-die-tomorrow hedonism and a brutal efficency in the name of the same reason.

“Jace Sutherland.” Captain Fitzgibbons continues to read, and the scribes next to him shift their weight. “Dougal Luperco.”

I think we’re somewhere in the fifties, but I lost count. This is the only memorial the names will get, the only time they’ll be spoken of in the citadel.

There are a hundred and fifty-six of us in the first floor of the dormitory building, our beds positioned in four neat rows in the open space. Private rooms are like flight leathers - you don’t get one until you survive Threshing.

“Simone Casteneda.” Captain Fitzgibbons closes the scroll. “We commend their souls to Malek.” The god of death.

I blink. Guess we were closer to the end than I thought.

There’s no formal conclusion to the formation, no last moment of silence. The names on the scroll leave the dais with the scribes, and the quiet is broken as the squad leaders all turn and begin to address their squads.

“Hopefully you all ate breakfast, because you’re not going to get another chance before lunch,” our squad leader says. His name is Theo as we learnt after yesterday’s events. For first impression he seem to be a pretty calm guy. He talked about the rules but not like Dain based on what Violet said last night. I swear the rules are his gods.

In our squad there are third- and second-years besides us, marked and non-marked ones. We’re a really mixed group.

Yesterday I didn’t have a chance to observe our squad mates because when Theo’s briefing was over I went to find Violet. We succeeded securing beds next to each other. Rhiannon too. We talked about a lot of things due to the fact that we’re not in the same squad. I can’t be with her for every lesson, our schedule is different. Vi helped me memorising the order of my lessons. It’s a luck that at least I have good memory.

“Second- and third-years, I’m assuming you know where to go” Theo continues as the scribes wind their way around the edge of the courtyard to my right, headed back to their quadrant.

There’s a mutter of agreement from the senior cadets ahead of us. As first-years, we’re in the back two rows of the little square that makes up our squad.

“First-years, at least one of you should have memorized your academic schedule when it was handed out yesterday.” Theo’s voice booms over us. “Stick together. I expect you all to be alive when we meet this afternoon in the sparring gym.”

We only have the gym twice a week, so there should be time to help Violet learn a little more self defense. She’s smart and quick. She can do it.

I’m more worried about my own lessons. I have to put in so much extra hours to be up to date in our reading materials. Before Basgiath, Violet helped me to study. She often read aloud the texts while I tried to memorize its content. It’s easier. When I’m trying to read, it often makes me so frustrated. I’m trying to read, but I can’t. It’s a really slow process. But because of this I’m good at making notes. I only write down what is really important ‘cause later I have to read it again.

I hope the lessons will be tolerable. I can’t have Violet with me all the time. It’s same for her. She needs to practice her skills before we’ll have to handle the Gauntlet - the vertical obstacle course they told us we’ll have to master when the leaves turn colors in two months.

If we can complete the final Gauntlet, we’ll walk through the natural box canyon above it that leads to the flight field for Presentation, where this year’s dragons willing to bond will get their first look at the remaining cadets. Two days after that, Threshing will occur in the valley beneath the citadel.

I glance around at my new squadmates and can’t help but wonder which of us, if any, will make it to that flight field, let alone that valley.

Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.

“And if we’re not?” One smart-ass first-year behind me asks.

I don’t bother looking, instead I turn to Liam and roll my eyes at the stupid’s girl comment.

He snickers but doesn’t say anything.

“Then I won’t have to be concerned with learning your name, since it will be read off tomorrow morning” Theo answers with a shrug.

A third-year ahead of me snorts a laugh.

Yeah, I totally understand you. It was funny. Or just my sense of humor is sucks.

“You have about twenty minutes to get to class,” Theo says to the seven of us first-years. “Fourth floor, second room on the left in the academic wing. Get your shit together and don’t be late.” Our squad breaks apart around the same time the others do, transforming the courtyard from an orderly formation to a crowd of chatting cadets. The second- and third-years walk off in another direction, including Theo.

“Go, grab your stuff and meet me here okay?” Liam says

“You’d be lost without me anyway.” I reply while heading to the doors.

“And here I thought you’d be kinder with a good night sleep, Snappy.” He sighs.

“Damn, I told you to drop this ridiculous nickname.” I hiss at him.

“Or what? We’re squadmates, you can’t hurt me” he winks.

“No. I can’t kill you. It’s completly different.” I say smiling.

“Whooah look at that. You can smile.”

“Shut up. Go grab your pack or I leave you here.” I roll my eyes.

I go to the dormitory where my bed is, and pick up my rucksack from under it.

When I walk out the door I see Violet at the center of the courtyard and her expression make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She’s looking at somebody.

Oh shit.

Xaden Riorson is watching her with narrowed eyes, the sleeves of his uniform rolled up his massive arms that remain folded across his chest, the warning in his relic-covered arm on full display as a third-year next to him says something that he blatantly ignores.

Garrick was he?

There’s maybe twenty feet between us. My fingers twitch, ready to grab one of the blades sheathed at my ribs.

His head tilts and he studies me with those impossibly dark eyes, like he’s deciding where I’m most vulnerable. So he noticed me when I exited the dormitory. Interesting.

He smirks then his attention shifts to Violet, and Dain who emerges from behind the pillar.

Shit, do they have to be so obvious? Someone might misinterpret it.

Violet says something to Dain, then his gaze snaps up as the crowd thins out around us.

„I already knew your parents are tight,” Xaden calls out, a cruel smile tilting his lips. „But do you two have to be so fucking obvious?”

I told you, I sigh when the few cadets who are still in the rotunda turn to look at them.

„Let me guess,” Xaden continues, glancing between Dain and Violet, „Childhood friends? First loves, even?”

„I expected you to do a better job hiding where your affections lie, Aetos.” Xaden moves, walking down the steps.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I need to do something.

„Come on Riorson, you have eyes, now use it. You really think that Violet and Dain? I thought you’re smarter than that.” I sigh with feigned disappointment.

„Melgren?” He turns to me. „What are you? A watchdog? Always at Violet’s legs?”

Fucking asshole.

„Now you’re trying to insult me? How kind of you.” I smile at him sweetly. „And no. Violet can protect herself. I just don’t like the fact that now everybody thinks that they have something between them because of you. I didn’t know you liked to gossip.”

„With this attitude you won’t last long, Melgren. Throwing insults at everybody who dares to talk to you or Sorrengail.” He tilts his head to the side. „It’s like you’re a fucking ray of sunshine.”

„Then forgive this little Sunshine and her friend because we’ll have a lesson soon, and it would cast a really bad light on us if we were late. Don’t you think wingleader?” I gesture toward Violet to come with me.

„Hm. Then we should continue our interesting conversation later.” He says slowly with a smirk and I have a bad feeling about it. „And don’t forget to watch your back, Sunshine.” He turns and walks away.

Sunshine? A nickname? Really?

Damn, he’s handsome for sure but at the same time an enermous prick.

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alwaysshallow · 9 months

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— coffee at midnight

John "Soap" MacTavish x female reader

AO3 version

Seventeen months ago, you would laugh if someone from Task Force 141 would tell you that you would spend your nights and mornings like this; with a touch of familiar arm, possessively around you, like someone could steal you from him.

You weren't the type to spend the nights – flings were more of your thing, but without staying the nights. Trust issues, someone could say, and they would be right. Too many people betrayed you in the past, so it was easier to keep yourself locked, walls up, without even thinking of opening soon, if – at all. It was too dangerous anyway for something meaningful; you thought.

Military consumed your private time, pretty much, and that was distracting in a somewhat good way, with your comrades being your true family.

Price? Besides being a real leader, someone you could trust, he was like a true dad, always caring, talking with you about absolutely everything you needed to talk about. Boys, heartbreak stuff when you still cared about stuff like this? You knew the second he sees you sad, you will be in his office with a cup of hot tea or coffee, even some whiskey on special occasions. Sometimes he scolded you, yeah, but it was a part of the job. Besides, as the only woman as you were here, being a bitch was a must.

Kyle encouraged you to do so; irritate him sometimes, so you would "stand your ground, mate!". You were both the same age, a month dividing your birthdays, so it was like a brother-sister relationship between you two. It was probably him introducing you to tequila, which – fucking burned, but it was worth it, especially before singing with him Livin' La Vida Loca on the stage almost a year ago, when karaoke looked so encouraging in that bar Price brought the whole squad after destroying a Mexican cartel.

With that being said, Alejandro was the newest addition to the squad after you, Rodolfo taking care of Los Vaqueros right now, so you were pretty much his "guidebook", as he would say every time that you told him something. He was a great gossiper, and not only that, he loved when you had some new stories to share, or juicy details, for example – how you just caught Ghost listening to Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, when he was out here, training his ass off in the gym. Whole squad knew he liked country though, maybe it was guilty pleasure thing, but Taylor Swift? God, besides being amused, you knew you will have another topic to talk.

That was pretty much how you and Ghost (or Simon, but he preferred the first one) bonded – over music and fighting. Late nights in the training room when both of you were too anxious to sleep were everything you both needed, especially with Sex Pistols or some underground music – when he was getting more fond of you, he played country or some pop songs that were good for a training. It was a good way of calming though, and great for checking your skills with a guy that was a God in combat and had more years of experience; he even gave a compliment once. Well, maybe it wasn't a compliment, but a simple "good", but coming from his mouth? Hell, it was like the Queen of England came to visit you.

All of them were like brothers, not only best friends – you knew that you could trust them with your whole heart, but only one managed to steal it completely, and that was on John MacTavish.

Hell, you weren't even aware when that happened. It was your first mission when you met him because before that, he wasn't even in the base – you weren't aware of the reason, probably it was something classified.

Mission wasn't an easy one, even if it firstly seemed like it; it was hard to look at your image in the front mirror of the Jeep. You were supposed to ride back to barracks after clearing the area for others, in order to make it a safe, temporary side base. Goddamn it, you couldn't even look at the blade that killed a pregnant woman; terrorist, not willing to cooperate, but you had to do this.

It was you or her at this point, the harsh truth was hitting you right to your stomach – everything that Price told you before that mission. That are sacrifices, and with every mission, comes responsibility – if you wouldn't kill her, someone else would.

And you threw up many times after this since the bloody, red images, were written out in your mind in every damn place. You tried so hard to think about something else, to focus on someone else. You just took not only one life, but…

"So you're drivin', yeah, lass? I hope you're better than Ghost" you heard a voice; quickly, you looked where it came from, trying to wipe off already dry tears from your face.

A pretty, tanned face observed your movements; with a small smile, playful, like he was trying to light the mood, before he saw your face.

"Shit, sorry. You good?" he frowned.

You could see a concern in his warm, blue eyes; and even if almost two years ago you didn't even know him at all, you were mesmerized.

"I'm just… tired. That's all" you answered, giving him a weak smile, as you were still massaging your temples, in order to seize the pain.

He wasn't buying any of it, you saw that, but he said nothing about it – so at least that was a relief.

"Name's Johnny. MacTavish" he said, holding out a hand to you. "You can call me 'Soap' anyway. It will be quicker this way, ain't it?" he grinned.

"Rosalie Laswell" as you said it, you squeezed his hand; and his face lighted up even more in curiosity.

"Ohhh, Laswell's daughter? Hell, if I'd know about you sooner, maybe I would pay her a home visit" he tilted his head to the side, laughing.

It caused you to chuckle a little too.

"Adoptive daughter, but she's the best" you turned on an engine, giving him a quick look. "Someone's coming? Or it's just you?"

"'st me and you, lass." his Scottish accent was more audible right now, as he got more comfortable in the seat, still looking at you. He seemed… rather interested. "And it's gonna be a long ride, so we gotta do some 'getting to know each other' thingy. Others got to know you, I didn't."

As you drove, you couldn't help a slight roll of your eyes at that obvious flirting; Soap caught that because he laughed again, shaking his head to himself.

"Sorry. A habit."

"To flirt with everyone?" you asked teasingly, switching gears.

"With pretty girls." he replied simply. "Gotta charm you, before others will try" he explained, as his hands were playing with his dog tags.

You let out a huff.

"We're on the same team. Nothing to charm."

"Doesn't change a thing."

After this first meeting, the longer you were around, you knew that Soap was an absolute flirt to every girl that caught his eye. Maybe it was his mohawk, kind eyes or playful nature that drawn women to him. It was rather successful, when he was coming back from the bar with a number, or his face was covered in lipstick.

"I still have it, lass." he said to you after the first mission, giving you a wide grin that made Kyle and other boys laugh. He was the most annoying man on Earth when he was getting what he wanted.

He loved to brag about it, too – and that met your love for being competitive, so you joined him in that mission. Every time you were out, it was a competition between you two; who's gonna get more numbers because only drinking or dancing seemed boring. Trying to test your flirting abilities in comparison to probably the flirtiest man in Task Force 141 though? Hell, it was a true ride.

You remembered how Ghost called it stupid, but when you won one night, he gave you a slight nod, and a hint of a smile. Johnny said that you cheated, so the win was even sweetest back then. On the ride back to the base you sang Diamonds, nudging Soap multiple times, as you stuck out your tongue, talking how better of a casanova you were.

Well, at least you had your laugh until the morning because the hangover was pretty bad.

It wasn't the only type of relationship you had with sergeant MacTavish; between that playful banter, multiple jokes and cursing out at each other, there was mutual understatement, something that was growing, even if you hadn't talked about it openly.

With everyone, you had things; with Soap too, but it was more… confusing, considering you could describe it as midnight coffees. Sounds odd enough, no? Who the hell would drink coffee at midnight, making your system even worse?

Well, you did. Multiple times actually, not only if something bad was happening, but… just because - like that one time when meeting with Price in the base got extended. Soap was looking at you with some urgency in it, not even bothering what their Captain had to say – someone would tell him, right? So he was piercing his gaze through you, smirking under his nose, trying to get your attention.

That was hard as hell, considering that you always paid attention to things that needed that, not just playful soldier like Johnny, but the moment you laid your eyes on him? Hell, he grinned like an idiot for a second, and then pointed with his head to the door, mumbling silently 'later'.

And you knew what it was about, so you just nodded and looked at Price again, but the looks haven't stopped; so when you looked again at Soap, you asked silently what it was about, not caring what other team members would think right now.

"You're pretty. Am I not allowed to look?"

You were silent after that, and even at that later coffee you couldn't stop thinking about it. Right, it could be just a cheesy answer, but you felt… some special kind of sincerity here, like he really meant what he said, and not only said it out of the habit – so when you were lying in your bed after that midnight coffee, you just smiled to yourself, warm feeling on your chest.

It was getting even weirder because he could tell when you felt terrible. Like that one time, when you went straight to the base instead of going to the bar to wind off. He was with you, as he held you in his arms in his car, whispering soothing words when you were crying because Kate's wife died; your other mum. No one knew that, Kate told specifically not to tell anyone, so it wasn't even team's fault that they wanted to spend some nights over drinks.

Yet, Soap was with you, not with them. Brushing off your tears with his warm thumb. Telling you that she was in better place right now, and she could now watch over you both from heaven, if you believed it.

He also tripped and said something about kicking asses beyond the grave, which made you chuckle sadly, especially when he started panicking and explaining that it wasn't what he actually meant. It was… pretty funny, even if your humor wasn't on the right place back then.

Soap was different than the rest. He was noticing things, he was annoying till the point you wouldn't tell him what was going on. And when you did? When you did, you could be sure that he will be right by your side, the moment you needed him the most.

It became a habit, to have a late training session with Ghost, or to sit with Johnny in his room, or yours, and talk. Especially when you had rough nights, nightmares, he seemed to know it all. Sometimes MacTavish would knock to your door, completely clueless, and ask if everything was alright.

And you couldn't lie to him, so usually you were hugging him right away without saying anything. The one thing was sure – he would always pick you up, hugging you between his strong arms. Then, you two sat on the floor, or on the bed. Asked some questions, or didn't, it depended how you looked. If miserable, he would certainly try, but not too hard, to not scare you off. Then, your conversation most of the time became less serious, and suddenly everything was alright again.

He simply cared too much, and you were grateful that you found a person like that; to joke with, to train with, but he was also someone that you could vent to, who could… hug you, hold your hand, even if it was between you and him. It was privacy that you didn't know you needed because rambling to Price was something other than doing it to your best friend.

He was everything you needed him to be… when you thought about it, it seemed cheesy, but he fitted the right descriptions. Being a sun after the storm, being your comfort person, someone that you trusted enough to give your life to. Someone that you were holding on to dearly because for the first time in a while, you were afraid to lose contact with someone.

MacTavish was just… your guy. You wouldn't do half of the things you already did in military, if he wasn't here.

And you were his girl, pretty much – it was a deal was between you two. Unspoken one, but it was obvious that you both care for each other equally, and he could see it many times actually during your friendship.

Soap was the most prideful person in the world, though. He would never tell you that he felt bad or needed you around; because in his way of thinking, he could handle anything on his own. Or, he was just hugging the shit out of you because it was a form of therapy than actually telling that he feels bad and needs to talk about things.

Only his eyes betrayed him, and the smile that wasn't reaching his eyes – because it always was, when he was happy. That man was like a definition of golden retriever living in a person, honestly. That's probably why you liked being around him so much, even if sometimes you wanted to strangle him for being so happy and bubbly.

Physical touch was everything for him in moments like these, you noticed. Small bumps into people, high-fives, bear hugs, really anything that had to do with touching was his thing. You had to learn it in order to comfort him, to understand how cranky he was sometimes when you didn't return the hug, or acted cold towards him, when he was initiating things.

So that's probably why you went straight to his room, when you noticed that he didn't even properly hugged you goodnight, and he was always doing that, especially after ending a long mission. And that was… a long one, four months out in the field, without any comfort of warm bed. Taking shifts, sleeping on the ground, or in the car, if you were lucky enough to do so.

You could just feel that he wasn't himself. That was your Soap you were supposed to be with, even if he wasn't talking to you about his mood.

Maybe especially then he needed you.

His room was completely dark, but you memorized it perfectly, so even if you couldn't see, you could easily make it to his bed. It seemed like a bad idea, considering that it was a really small one, and he already took a lot of space, but you didn't mind that. At least, not now because you had to give him a comfort of some sort.

You could worry about other things later, it was Soap in your mind and his well-being. You should never leave a friend in need – that's what you were always telling yourself. So when you slid into his bed, under the sheets, wrapping your arms around him, you almost felt like it was the right thing to do.

Almost, because being in one bed with MacTavish made you feel tingly, but you brushed off that thought.

"What are you…" you heard his raspy voice, as he propped himself up on elbow, trying to get a clue what was going on; in one second, he was alone, and in another, you were hugging him from behind like a crazy stalker.

"You were sad." you mumbled against his neck, as your arms tightly wrapped around him; in your mind that was enough of an explanation that you owed him, even if seemed silly and childish. Soap, pretty much, always was reading your mind, so it had to be enough.

He was a little surprised to be a little spoon in the outcome, but after a few seconds, he turned to face you, and wrapped his arms around you too. It was getting even warmer under the sheets and if it wasn't for a quick talk, you could really fall asleep here. Between his safe arms; you always wondered what it was to touch them. Squeeze, even, they were probably big as your head, and when they flexed?

Hell, you couldn't be surprised why the ladies were onto him. One thing was his personality, charming, if you could be the judge, but another? His body, always seeming like a heat warmer; before, you were guessing how warm he could be, when you slept in tent, near Novosibirsk, and he was literally the best body to sleep next to, just because of that.

Now, being in his close embrace was everything you needed, and adding to this, his scent was something… comforting, even if it was mostly the scent of his green apple shampoo and whisky that he drank earlier that day. You felt kind of weird in his bed, as it was the first time being this close, but you were his best friend, right? You… had some privileges.

At least that's what you were telling yourself back then, trying to not appear as crazy as you might in front of Soap.

"And that's the reason you decided to sleep with me? Bonnie, girls in my bed usually…" he chuckled, his eyes glimmering in the dark. "Well, usually it's not something innocent when I'm in bed with girls."

Hell, you should've seen that coming – for the first time you thanked that you weren't able to see that son of a bitch in that darkness, and he wasn't gonna see you at any point. Well, at least not your cheeks that were flushed like you after sunbathing in a Carrabeian beach for the first time.

The skin was coming off pretty badly, that's when you've decided that your vacation destination should be different than some hot countries.

"Oh, shut it." you managed to mumble, trying to be stern with your statement.

"Only truth. You know, if you want to…"

"I don't want you to feel alone, Johnny. That's pretty much it" you interrupted him, sighing to yourself; the atmosphere shifted in a second, when you said that. Like he was actually… aware that you will say something like that, but not right now. "Today was… rough."

He sighed, reaching out to play with your hair; he was putting strands between his fingers, doing it so softly that you could think that it's not your hair, but some kind of fragile glass or something that he's… afraid to break.

That interaction was probably the softest between you two because not only in bed, when people are the most vulnerable, but in a moment that… that he was silent. And the thing about Soap, he never was silent. Even sad, he smiled and was goofing around, even if his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You noticed his demeanor every time, calling him out later, in private.

Back then, in your arms, he was completely silent – if you didn't know any better, you would think it was normal. Accepting the situation as it is.

But no, it wasn't normal. Not with him, not with the bubbly MacTavish that was always lighting up the room, no matter of the vibe. Right then, he seemed like he was at loss of words, and only thing that kept him busy was your hair. He was fucking braiding them, and you wondered for a minute or two where he learned that shit.

Maybe he has sisters or something – you thought, leaning more onto that comforting touch.

"He got hit because of me, Ros." he finally spoke. Quietly, like he was afraid what you're gonna say about it, and it came out a bit muffled; if someone else was here, or a music would play, you wouldn't be able to hear him at all.

"There wasn't a thing that you…"

"I could check that blind spot!" he interrupted you, harshly.

Normally, you would snap back, like old times – you weren't the type of person to sell crap to, or to be yelled at. Right now, you were just concerned and worried about the state that he was in. The way he suddenly sat, his fingers going through his messy mohawk already, like he wasn't in the right state of mind.

"If he's gonna die…" he gulped, shaking his head to himself. "I'm not…"

"He's not gonna die. He's a tough motherfucker, Johnny." you whispered, sitting up too. Even if you couldn't see him, you placed a hand on his knee. "And even if you would check, God only knows the outcome. Okay?"

With that, you sat on his lap, not even thinking if that would be appropriate in a relationship you were in. Maybe not really, but you couldn't care less, when his arms wrapped around your body tightly, and he laid down with you, breathing unsteady. Your mission was clear; to calm him, and you were succeeding with being on top of him, not really doing anything else besides that.

His hands were caressing your back, from top to bottom of your spine, his eyes shut. To make this position more comfortable, you laid your head on his chest, allowing him to bury his nose in your hair. It was such an… intimate moment, when nothing else mattered, but only you two. Two stars in the whole galaxy of souls; yet, only the other person was important.

You thought, you could get used to that. His arms around you, hands being anywhere he wanted them to be – it was a common fact that you both were the touchy ones, and what was better than the two people who loved physical touch?

"Okay" he mumbled after a few minutes, shutting his eyes. "Stay the night."

You cleared your throat, thinking of an answer – should you stay?

"Please."

And with that, you were convinced.

"Alright."

His grip tightened, and you could fucking feel his lips kissing the top of your head, before he covered both of you more.

That was the second situation that you realized you might feel something more, but you brushed it off, trying to blame it on the situation you were in.

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callsign-songbird · 2 months

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OK ok ok, my mind is churning with an AU

So, we know Charlie's wonderful slasher Simon AU, right? Well, I just finished the second scream movie and BOY do I have thoughts for my own vaiernt of the Slasher Simon AU.

College.

Sports.

Murder.

Of course, not for any convoluted reason like Micky or Ms. Lumen, no. Just because Simon had a rough upbringing, and it's one of the only ways he knows how to releive stress. Besides, he's always found knives and firearms fascinating, especially his KBAR and his Snake Eye. The first time was an accident, the second time felt good, and after that? After that was just... Ghost.

They can go to an rotc specializing college (idk if those exist, but it's 4 am, I'll finesse the details later) ANYWAY they can be split up by Dorms!! Like, dorm TF141, and K0RT4C.

Laswell could be the headmistress, or Vice President

Price would totally be the golden boy dorm leader. He has to make sure that the boys under his jurisdiction stay safe and abide by dorm rules. He totally acts like the father of the group and always gets mistaken for a teacher (although, he does tutor students who fall behind, even if they aren't in his dorm)

Gaz could be the clumsy right-hand man who always has the scoop around campus (Golden retriever boy) always wears a baseball cap or letterman jacket, sometimes both.) He's the little brother of the group, definitely. Not to the point where he is baby, but definitely to the point where the others help him out a bit more and tend to give him advice (whether it's warranted or not) and he totally looks up to Price.

Soap is a study abroad student from Scotland who takes his studies almost as serious as his Rugby. A total Jock, but not the sleazy kind, the kind that takes a drunk girl home and writes her a note explaining what happened while leaving a bucket by her bed and some pedialite on the bedside (because not everyone can drink like him) going with the brother theme, Soap is TOTALLY the older brother, you can't tell me I'm wrong. I totally headcannon that he grew up in a stable household with three younger sisters, so he's just used to being the big brother.

Simon would (obviously) be the Ghostface. The scream movies are really good at keeping you guessing who the killers are, so it really wouldn't be obvious at all. He's buff from sports and the time he spends either at the gym or training in martial arts for his expected military career, of course he still likes dark humor and really bad jokes, and has a penchant for skull themed clothes, going as far as to wear a skull-print balaclava in winter. (Soap has declared himself as Simon's best friend. Simon won't admit it, but it's true.) Keeping up with the brothers theme, Simon is DEFINITELY a middle child. Quiet, reserved, brooding, tries to keep to himself so people tend to overlook him. Middle child all the way in this dorm dynamic. (Though, being a murder isn't exactly his LIFE, more of a hobby to let off steam, so it isn't really the focal point of the AU so much as college shenanigans)

And Roach (Because in my AU roach is alive and well) if the dorm is a family, then Roach is the pet, or the Wine uncle who occasionally shows up at 3 in the morning to steal snacks. Roach is the dorm party animal, always up to trouble, always has a drink, everyone loves him, and he always seems to know everything about everyone on campus. But he's also a feral gremlin who says and does weird things (like taking naps in the ceiling on lunch) all the time, so half the time no one takes him seriously. Odd and feral as he may be, he's still part of the dorm, and everyone treats him as such.

I still have to think about the K0RT4K dormmates and their dynamic, as well as the Ghosts squad, but oh my gosh, let me know if you want any more, and please send asks if you're interested! Though, I'll probably be drabbling more about it anyway, lol

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pokeglitchden · 4 months

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A further update on the Zee situation. I don't know how many people are following this development, but doing this feels like it still might help.

Or... at least it lets me feel like I'm doing something useful.

So here's what we know so far.

Zee disappeared on 1/13 while attempting to leave the Heartfelt Foundation pokemon shelter in Slateport City. She sent a panicked message to our Gliscord chat before very abruptly disconnecting. While �aver and I attempted a rescue, she was gone, with signs of a struggle, by the time we arrived.

Fouroh disappeared a day later on 1/14 while attempting to stage a rescue in Slateport city.

Others who have attempted a rescue only to disappear shortly thereafter are now as follows: Cooper Magnolia, Jax, and most recently Basil Mistrest.

Zee has connected from these locations to date:

1/18 - a warehouse in oreburgh city

1/17 - near icirrus

1/13 - route 36 johto (courtesy of @runicsorceress . Thanks Rune!)

It appears that none of them have been killed. Though everyone who has attempted a rescue so far has ended up missing, and no pokemon or people have managed thus far to successfully escape.

Zee continues to broadcast her location. Either it is her, or someone who is posing as her. Either way, nobody involved seems to be making much effort to prevent her from broadcasting these locations. I believe Zee may be being used as bait for this purpose.

While not as consistent. Cooper has also been seen attempting to establish a connection, proving he too may have a viable method of communication. Though we have not successfully spoken with him as of yet.

I am still struggling to make sense of all this. I have not yet determined why people are being abducted, nor what they're being held for. There is some evidence to suggest Zee is being kept as a hostage, but so far there has been no ransom nor a bid for any kind of negotiation. Even so, whoever has her seems all too happy to allow us to KNOW we have her.

We also know that whoever has been carrying out these kidnappings must be a skilled trainer, as they managed to abduct Gym Leader Fouroh. Yet they don't seem to be targeting trainers for their pokemon, as a number of those abducted have been people with casually trained teams as well. There must be some motive behind this, but at the moment I can't fathom what it is.

Anyway. I'm at a pokemon center in the middle of Unova in the bitter cold with Basil's Poryphone. At least the poor thing is out of the cold. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be able to tell me much about Basil's abduction.

I guess all there is left to do is to keep looking.

-Simon

#glitch pkmn irl #pkmn irl #high stakes pokereality #heartfelt arc #cw abduction

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ladyzee-oddityhunter · 8 months

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Hello my sweet skiddos!

I just got back from a really cool camping trip to Glitch City with @pokeglitchden and @made-this-blog-to-poke-my-rival, and I had such an incredible time! We went camping in the ruins of a town I can’t pronounce yet, and darlings, did you know there are gym leaders in Glitch City?

I met two, Fouroh and Nimbus, AND I took on a gym challenge! It reminded me of the trials I did back home when I was a kid. BUT it was a lot harder! I had to give up on the bonus challenge a little less than halfway through because there was battling involved, and Tala just wasn’t quite ready for it. Simon got a bit farther than I did, but then he fainted.

I’ll be posting the recap video soon, so keep your eyes open for it! And if you have any suggestions on what I should investigate next, shoot me a comment!

#pokemon irl #glitch pkmn irl #zee blogs

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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Hello I want to hear about your bring it on au and what it’s about!

Keep in mind, this one is based on the musical

On his last day of junior year, Adrien Agreste anticipates the day he will be named captain of the DuPont High School cheer squad, as he has been hoping for this moment ever since he saw the team cheer when he went to a basketball game to watch one of his cousins, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the squad

Of course, he gets the position, ‘cause protagonist. And his first duty is to replace the graduating members

Adrien’s girlfriend and fellow cheerleader is Marinette, who pretty much “helps” him make a ton of decisions for the team

Other members include Rose Lavillant, Lotta Jameson, Louis Secousse, the mascot, Sabrina Raincomprix, and a bunch of other important background people

During a cheerleader sleepover, Adrien, still wanting to show the team that he’s right for the captain’s position, takes a chance on Louis and names him the Sophomore spirit leader

IF Adrien were to lose his position, Louis would be third in line as captain after Rose and Lotta

The rest of the sleepover goes by well, but Adrien is not aware of the whispering going on between Marinette and Louis

Two weeks after the sleepover, Adrien’s father received a letter with these news: He’s been redistricted to inner-city Latrelle High School

Rose: THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A SQUAD!

Despite his attempts to stay at DuPont, there’s nothing Adrien can do, he has to move, quit cheerleading, and that means no Nationals, booo.

And strangely enough, the day Adrien is supposed to go, Marinette and Louis aren’t there to see him off… Weird, but he’s too sad to question it

Adrien arrives at Latrelle where he is nearly trampled as soon as the bell rings, he’s pretty sure he saw someone getting to third base in the bathroom, and he keeps getting called “snow bunny”

He’s not exactly given much of a warm welcome because he came from a private school

To his relief, Sabrina has been redistricted, too, and she teaches him how to lay low like she’s always done, but to Sabrina’s shock, some guys flirt with her

After classes with a few misunderstandings regarding the school’s funding and how there’s barely enough books for the entire class (That happens, people! Remember that!) it’s time for lunch

While trying to find a table, Adrien comes across members a few members of Latrelle’s resident and locally famous dance crew: Denise, Cosette, and Jean when they perform Shabooya Roll Call

Denise: My name’s Denise! (Yeah) Lemme just say! (Yeah) Bitches gonna pay! (Yeah) If they steal my bae! *Points to Simon*

Cosette: I’m Cosette! (Yeah) These curls are poppin’! (Yeah) Don’t try to touch ‘em! (Yeah) ‘Cause I’ll show you the bin!

Jean: My name is Jean! (Yeah) A Broadway Baby! (Yeah) See that starring role? (Yeah) Played by your’s truly!

Adrien follows them to the gym and is impressed by what he believes to be a cheer squad as he thought Latrelle didn’t have a squad

Adrien offers his talents, but one slip of the tongue results in a big NO because he called them a cheer squad when they are a dance crew, there is a difference, and Jean is more than happy to explain through song

Instead, they let Sabrina join as she’s been taking dance classes in secret over the years and is pretty good

But enough about that!

Luka, the school’s go-to musician for parties and school events takes pity on Adrien and invites him to the school’s favorite eating establishment… Where Jean just so happens to work

Adrien tries to make amends, but Jean’s having none of it. It’s only when Adrien defends him from a group of entitled rich girls that he gains Jean’s respect… But he’s still not in the crew

However! He does have a challenge for him… Adrien has to dance with the crew at a party Friday night, wearing… The mascot suit

After a shaky start, Adrien kills it in the suit thanks to some backup from Luka – and an impressed Jean gives him an official spot on the dance crew

Meanwhile at DuPont…

Neither Rose nor Lotta can be the captain. Rose suddenly doesn’t have the grades, and Lotta has mono. By rules of succession, Louis is now captain

Of course, Adrien is suspicious when he hears the news and decides to head back to check up on his old squad… Only to find that Louis has copied his hairstyle

Rose and Lotta think he is just being paranoid, and Marinette isn’t listening to him, so Adrien shares his troubles with Sabrina, who explains that Louis’ mom is on the school board and decided on the redistricting

After a lot of screaming, Adrien realizes the only way to get back at Louis is by assembling a squad at Latrelle and defeating him at Nationals

Act Two!

Adrien approaches Jean about creating a cheerleading squad at Latrelle, and they’re reluctant at first until Adrien quickly lies and says that Nationals includes scholarships for each winning member, and a chance to be on live television

Jean lets the rest of the crew know, and the decision is final… They’re forming a squad! But! They need way more members

So, in addition to Jean, Adrien, Cosette, Denise, and Sabrina, Nathaniel, Ivan, Juleka, Spinelli, Austin A, Nino, and Ismael join the squad. But it was NOT easy

Juleka only joined when they mentioned the scholarship, Ismael was promised pants for his uniform, Nathaniel is hoping to catch the eye of the soccer team captain, Ivan needs extracurriculars, Nino’s in it for the tv appearances, Spinelli gets to show off his choreography, and Austin A heard how some of his favorite celebrities were cheerleaders

During the team’s first practice, Spinelli has some routines planned, but many of the moves would get points deducted by the judges, so he has to stick to classic shit

A week later at the regional competition, DuPont watches Latrelle perform. Everyone except Marinette and Louis is wowed, but Marinette is smugly convinced that DuPont will win

Though, Latrelle wins enough points for a Nationals spot, and they take second to DuPint

Back at Latrelle, Marc, after soccer practice, asks Nathaniel out, but he doesn’t say anything and just runs to the gym where he meets up with Cosette and Nino, who are helping Austin T and Myléne out with the same problem

The two stage a quick intervention and tell them that it’s no big deal when it comes to their insecurities

Cosette: Now you go find those boys and tell them you’re free Friday night!

Myléne: Gosh darn it, you’re right!

Nino: Whoa! Language!

Nathaniel goes after Marc and tells him that he wants to go out

Later that evening, Luka asks Adrien out on a picnic date on the cliffs above the town, and although Adrien is reluctant since he’s… Somewhat still dating Marinette, he accepts

And as he's getting ready for his not-date, he can't help but feel even more guilty for the lie he told the squad when he looks at a group photo of them on his dresser

Meanwhile with the Squad!

Juleka: Do you guys think a smokey eye will clash with the uniform?

Cosette: Hon, it’s your makeup, you go for it.

Austin A: Keep all that black stuff outta my eye. If there’s not a trace of glitter, I don’t even want it.

Nathaniel: *Stretching with Ivan and Nino* And then he bought me my favorite caramel frappe! God! I never want this to end!

Nino: Dude, that’s great! At this rate, you’re gonna end up being the school’s power couple.

Ismael: *On his phone* Huh… That’s weird.

Spinelli: What’s up?

Ismael: I’m checking out the website for Nationals, but I don’t see any information on the scholarships.

Jean: Check under rules and regulations.

Ismael: Did, don’t see it.

Ismael: Well, that’s weird. Now, why would they not have any information on the scholarships when Adrien told us they had scholarships?

Squad: …

Juleka: He didn’t.

Austin A: He did.

Ivan: Oh, yeah.

Cosette: Who did what?

Nathaniel: Adrien lied to us.

Cosette: Ooh… I’m gonna bitch slap him.

When going to meet up with Luka, Adrien runs into the furious crew, who all discovered that he lied, and the squad breaks up

Upset and disgusted with himself, Adrien shows up for the date with Luka, just to tell him what he did so Luka can cut all ties with him

To his surprise, Luka tries comforting him, and encourages Adrien to stop worrying so much about his mistakes, and to also apologize. It probably won't make things better, but it'll be a way to acknowledge his mistakes

Meanwhile, the DuPont squad discuss the dissolution of the Latrelle squad, and Marinette privately celebrates being made captain with Louis, all by using diabolical means

Louis has his status as captain while Marinette is really the one in control. Louis blackmailed is mom into transferring Adren, he had Max hack into the school system to give Rose a failing grade by threatening Markov, and infected Lotta with mono by pushing her in the un-disinfected school pool

At Latrelle, Nathaniel sports a hickey courtesy of his new boyfriend

During what is now dance practice, Adrien confronts them and offers a profuse, pained apology

Eeryone is still hurt by the lie, but they do mention the joy their hard work brought to them

Juleka: ... I'm not gonna lie. What you did was fucked up, but... It felt nice to be noticed for once.

Nathaniel: Yeah, and... I guess this helped me be more of an extrovert. There. I said it.

Cosette: I still wanna slap you... But I had fun.

And to Adrien's own surprise, he realizes that he stopped caring about Nationals or getting back at Louis a while ago

Despite their conflicting feelings, Jean confesses that they miss Adrien as well and the Squad decides to continue working together, meaning Nationals is back on

At Nationals, DuPont's squad performs their routine exceptionally

As the squad recovers, Marinette runs into Adrien and is stunned to find the Latrelle squad in their uniforms

Adrien, realizing that their relationship wasn't the best during the bus ride, breaks things off with Marinette, but she barely reacts and goes off on a rant while inadvertently revealing her actions and justifying her actions by claiming she got DuPont first place, which, in her mind, is more important than sportsmanship or their "relationship"

Now on the mat, Latrelle offers an exuberant, mind-blowing routine that breaks many of the fundamental rules of cheerleading, but inspires wild applause from the arena

The squad is sure they won, but then Sabrina breaks the news to them, that they had broken many rules and gone outside of bounds multiple times

Nino: Oh... Shit.

Spinelli: Yeah, we really should have read the rules.

Denise: There were bounds?

Jean: Well, whatever happens, we will take it with grace and poise.

When the results are read, Latrelle has won Nationals.

Jean: YEAH! WE FUCKING WON!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #answered ask #ask me stuff #bring it on #cheerleader au #cheer au #musicals #mlb ocs

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