dress for trade

To wind down in Jamaica, Styles and Rowland, the guitarist, began a daily Netflix obsession with sugary romantic comedies. Houseworkers would sometimes leave at night and return the next morning to see Styles blearily removing himself from a long string of rom-coms. He declares himself an expert on Nicholas Sparks, whom he now calls ‘Nicky Spee.’ After almost two months, the band left the island with a bounty of songs and stories. Like the time Styles ended up drunk and wet from the ocean, toasting everybody, wearing a dress he’d traded with someone’s girlfriend. 'I don’t remember the toast,’ he says, 'but I remember the feeling.’
To wind down in Jamaica, Styles and Rowland, the guitarist, began a daily Netflix obsession with sugary romantic comedies. Houseworkers would sometimes leave at night and return the next morning to see Styles blearily removing himself from a long string of rom-coms. He declares himself an expert on Nicholas Sparks, whom he now calls “Nicky Spee.” After almost two months, the band left the island with a bounty of songs and stories. Like the time Styles ended up drunk and wet from the ocean, toasting everybody, wearing a dress he’d traded with someone’s girlfriend. “I don’t remember the toast,” he says, “but I remember the feeling.”
—  Harry for Rolling Stone
Like the time Styles ended up drunk and wet from the ocean, toasting everybody, wearing a dress he’d traded with someone’s girlfriend. “I don’t remember the toast,” he says, “but I remember the feeling.”

Prompt: Batmom as a former Prima Ballerina

Words: 336

          “Here, this should do.”

          Barbara smiles at you. “It’s gorgeous. Where’d you get it?”

          You smile back. “I wore it on stage.”

          “So the mysterious Mrs. Wayne has a secret past?”

          You laugh. “It’s not that secret. You can find everything on the internet. I was a ballerina.”

          “What made you quit?”

          “A car crash and four surgeries. I met Bruce shortly after that. He was in rehab too, for something or another. He was already Batman at that point, but it was very early on his career. We hit it off, after that. I lost my dance career, but I gained Bruce.”

          Barbara smiles and turns towards the mirror. It’s black and sleeveless, with a fitted top, and a long, tulle skirt. “Thanks again.”

          You nod and watch her leave. You wait a moment before walking out of the old attic. You find Bruce walking down the hall, and he stops at the sight of you. “Did I just see Barbara walking down the hallway with your old dress?”

          You smirk. “Thinking about trading me in for a younger model?”

          He scoffs, “I’m old enough to be her father. Don’t be ridiculous.”

          You kiss him. “She and Dick needed it for some sort of mission, or party or something like that.”

          “Hmm. You were wearing that dress when we met.”

          You nod. “I was trying to go into pointe, had donned the dress and everything. I was refusing to let it go. You come in, and stopped me from setting myself back several months of physical therapy. You held me while I cried.”

          Bruce pushes a strand of hair back behind your ear. “You were in the process of losing your life’s ambition. But you were so determined. They didn’t even think you’d walk again, but you proved them wrong. My strong girl.” You just kiss him, and begin leading him back to the bedroom.

          You’re woken up at three in the morning by the boys with one question. “You used to be a ballerina?”


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(Based on the song by Lorde. This takes place before Peevils talks to Amy and ends up staying at Peebles Place.)

Hey, baby. What are you doing tonight?

Obsessing over the fact that I feel like life has dried me up, steeped me in boiling water, and is about to have tea with Satan with my hopes and dreams on the side as finger foods.

Read at 5:42 p.m.

Starlight tosses her phone to the side with a sigh and takes off her pretty dress, trading it for a big, soft t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She makes a bowl of ramen and pops in a movie, but halfway through she feels so empty that she almost starts to cry for no real reason at all. This one hadn’t been important, just another guy who was willing to put up with her for a little while.

So she turns on a song, something slow, and starts to sway there on her feet, back and forth until she has the beat of it. Then she begins to dance, knowing the steps perfectly well without a partner. Classical ballroom dancing, it was his idea, something only he could come up with.

She tries not to think of him as she’s dancing. It’s just her here, no one else. She doesn’t need anyone else. “When will I be enough?” she asks herself, and she answers herself, “Maybe when I let him go.”


He ends up being there anyway, perfect in black and white, like a Polaroid rather than a person. One hand on her waist and the other holding her hand at eye-level. He knows the motions even better than she does, but when they dance, it’s a give and take. She never liked being led around like a puppet on a string.

He hadn’t minded back then, but now he’s different. So different.

Starlight stops, looking at him as he looks at her. “I’m better on my own,” she tells him. He reaches out and strokes her cheek, the way he used to, back when his hands weren’t so cold, back when his words weren’t always dripping with poison. And now she knows why she wanted to cry, waving her arms through him to make him disappear.

And it’s just her again, but it’s ok. She’s better on her own.

Better on her own.


She’s sure of it.

Either/Or: Duck 2

A continuation of the “first word that your soulmate says is tattooed on your body” au

“What do you mean she said no?” Kara yelled, storming after her boss and her sister through the hall of the DEO. “All you had to do was tell her that a homicidal maniac wanted to keep trying to kill her and escaped from prison. She’s like a genius. Surely she could do that basic math.”

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Request: Maybe one where the reader was dating Ben but he chose Mal over them. So the reader somehow got on the Isle and joined Uma’s crew. So when the VK’s and Ben went to get Mal back, they saw the reader there dating Harry Hook. You can choose the ending…

Requested by: @princess-of-the-fandoms

Pairing:  Harry Hook x reader x Ben

Rating: PG

Summary:  Ben and reader are dating, but Ben dumps reader for Mal.  Reader wants revenge.

Warnings: Brief dirty flirting

A/N: This will probably just be the one part, unless you guys can come up with a sequal.  

Villain/Hero Parent: Ariel and Prince Eric

Word count:  2,141  (I got a little carried away)


Do you know what it’s like to be heartbroken?  To feel like you’re the only thing that matters in someone’s life, only to be thrown to the curb for the ‘newest addition’?  No?  Well I do. ‘It was love.’  He said.  ‘It was meant to be.’  Everyone else said.  Humph. Dump your girlfriend as soon as someone new joins the town, hm?  I’ll show you.


~We got all the ways to be~

After Ben dumped me for Mal, I fled.  I didn’t say ‘good bye’, or ‘farewell’ to anyone.  The only thing I left was a note.  I left everything, everyone, behind.  I fled to the place nobody would go to find me.  The Isle of the Lost.  I had used a spell from Mal’s book to get me there. It’s not like anyone would care, or notice, for that matter.  As soon as I got there, I knew I was gonna have fun.  The place looked very old and dingy.  I looked down upon hearing a small squeak, and lifted my foot slightly, allowing a rat to pass by.  I decided to make myself familiar with my new home.  As I was walking around, I saw a man leaning against a pole.  He looked at me, as I studied him.  He had a bandanna of sorts on his head, his hair was in a man bun, and he looked strong.  I quirked an eyebrow at him, as he studied me.  He noticed I stood out by my bright teal dress, and jewelry.  “Are you, lost?”  He asked cautiously.  I looked around, then back at him.  “I suppose. I’ve never been here before.”  He looked shocked at this.  “Who are you?  If I might ask?”  He added on quickly.  “I’m Y/n. Daughter of Ariel and Prince Eric.” His eyes widened a considerable amount. “What are you doing here?”  I sat him down, and told him the whole story.

I don’t know why I did, probably because he seemed so curious, and I was never raised better.  It’s not like Mom trusted Ursula, who, in my opinion, screamed evil.  He nodded understandingly, and offered a place to stay. I accepted, gladly, and followed him to an abandoned house.  “No one lives here anymore.  In case you couldn’t tell.”  He said lightly gesturing to the house.  I nodded and thanked him.  As I walked in, I made a face.  It was very dusty.  The man smiled slightly and turned to leave.  “Hey!”  I shouted, causing him to turn around.  “What’s your name?”

“Gil.”  He smiled.

“Gil.”  I said. “Thanks.”

He nodded in response, and took his leave.  I looked around the room again.  ‘Well, time for Snow White.’  I thought.


Gil ran into Ursula’s Fish ‘N Chips.  He looked around and spotted Harry.  He ran over.  “Harry!” Harry turned to Gil in response.  “Someone from Auradon is here.”  Harry’s eyes widened and franticly looked around.  He pulled Gil off into a secluded corner.  “How do you know?”  He whispered.  “I saw her!”  Gil pronounced the ‘saw’ as if it was obvious, because it was.  Harry licked his lips, wetting them.  Gil watched the act, and cringed a small bit.  “What happened?”  Harry asked. After Gil told him the whole story, Harry laughed.  “This is gonna be fun”

~We got all the ways to be~

The next day, you were cleaning up your new home. After you had tidied up a bit, you decided to get new clothes to blend in more. As you were at a shop called ‘Curl up and Dye’ a man wearing bright red came in.  You were with Dizzy, as you recalled her name was, picking out new clothes. Dizzy panicked, and stepped behind you, you looked back at her, eyes wide, then looked back at the man, who was considerably closer than he just was.  He lifted his hook, and slid it down your face.  You winced at the cool surface.  Dizzy let out a tiny squeak, and slid lower.  You looked back into the man’s eyes, blue, and instantly froze.  You studied his face and shied away when he was studying yours, captivating as his eyes are.  “Well, well, well.”  He said. You looked back at him, and backed Dizzy up, so you could get your personal space back.  The man stood up straight, smirking, clearly amused.  “What’s your name, love?”  His heavy Scottish accent made you weak, and you answered him. “Y/n.”

“Y/n.”  He repeated with a smile on his face, liking the way it rolls off the tongue.  He took off his pirate hat and gave a deep bow.  “Harry, Harry Hook.”  Your eyes remained wide, as you were unsure as to what was happening.  “N-nice to m-meet you.”  You stammered, mentally scolding yourself.  You were never this nervous, you thought.  He smiled fully, showing his white teeth, clearly enjoying your nervousness.  “Until we meet again.”  He said, kissing the back of your hand, and sauntered away, humming a tune to himself.  You looked down at Dizzy, confused and flustered.  “What was that about?”  You asked, breathless.  Dizzy looked up at you and shrugged.  “Heck if I know.”  She said. You both looked at the doorway, taken aback.  “Where were we!?”  You shouted happily, trying to relieve some of the tension.  She smiled, and walked over to a rack of clothes.  You walked over and studied them, trying to figure out your new look.


The next time you went out, you looked like a completely different person.  Your neat, teal dress was traded in for a teal strapless crop top, black leather jacket, black boots, and black leather pants.  Your usually neat red hair, a trait from your mother, was more messed up, but still stylish.  You felt good, never better, in fact.  This new person felt good, you felt confident, you felt free.  As you were walking down the street, you heard a whistle.  You turned, and Harry walked up to you, playfully swatting your bum.  You turned to send him a playful glare.  You had been here for weeks, maybe a month or two, and had grown close with Gil and Harry, closer with Harry.  Uma, however, was still not fond of you.  She was Ursula’s daughter after all.  You were also fond of Dizzy, so when Uma sent Harry to rob her, you refused to go, even if Harry was your boyfriend.  Yeah, I said it.  Do I need to say it again, in case you misheard?  Boyfriend.  You know it was quick, so does everyone else.  Harry showed you what it felt like to be alive. When Harry came back announcing that Mal was back, your blood hit boiling point.  Harry walked over to you, knowing how you felt about her, and ran his hands soothingly down your arms.  You relaxed a little, but vowed to be the end of her, until Uma claimed that as her right.  You sent her a small glare, but you knew it was only right, she was your captain, and she’s been having issues with Mal longer.

~Long, live, having some fun~

You waited in the shadows, waiting for the VK’s to look away, when they finally did, you snagged Ben while Harry made his entrance.  You chuckled, “I’ve been waiting for this.” You whispered.  Ben’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice.  When Harry got back, you were in the process of tying Ben up. “Why are you doing this?”  He asked.  Harry was behind the pole listening, but not intervening.  He had faith in you.  “You know full well why.”  You spat back.  “Really?” Was his witty comeback.  “Yes.  You,” you said, jabbing him in the chest with your finger, “dumped me for Mal, who, I remind you, you had met a few days prior.  You didn’t even come look for me after I left the note, but when Mal leaves, oh ho, you gotta go get her!”

“That’s not,” he went to defend but you quickly cut him off.  “Nuh uh.”  You said.  “That’s what happened, and you know it.”  He looked away, shamefully.  He looked back at you, coming up with a response.  “You’re dating a villain!”  Harry rolled his eyes at that.  “So are you!” You spat back.  “She’s not a villain anymore.”  He said.  You leaned in so that you were inches from his face.  “Then why is she here?  Why have you chased after her?”  She smirked at how he had no response.  She stood up to her full height, and sauntered away.  

~We take what we want~

“They’re here!”  Gil shouted from his post.  As the VK’s walked into view, Harry shouted, “Welcome!”

“Finally!”  Thus started the song and dance number.  It was fun, and exhausting.  By the time it ended you were sweaty and out of breath.  Good thing your makeup was sweat resistant.  Mal had given in, and given Uma the wand, after ‘proving’ it was real by a talking dog.  As it was closer to you, your eyes widened.  “The wand is a fake!”  You shouted. The VK’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.  Uma looked at the wand and snapped it over her knee.  “You do not get to win every time!” She shouted.  You knew the wand was fake because you lived at Auradon all of your life, you knew exactly what it looked like, and that includes the material it was made of. This, was not that.  A huge sword fight broke out.  People were running everywhere, and the sound of swords clashing filled your ears.  You ran up to Carlos, seeing as Uma was fighting Mal. You lowered yourself into a ready stance, and steadied your blade.  Carlos also bent down slightly.  You began clashing swords together.  His time with the team has really paid off.  You, of course, hadn’t done anything with swords, so the crew taught you.  You had done better than they expected, but you still didn’t quite live up to Carlos’ level.  Within minutes, he had knocked you off of your feet, and pointed the sword at your throat. “Wait!”  You whisper-shouted.  “Carlos, I don’t want to be here.  I changed my mind.”  Carlos cocked his head.  “Really?” Seeing as he was distracted, you kicked him in the groin, causing him to collapse.  “So gullible.”  You laughed. You then shoved him into the water below.

You turned to see Harry fighting Jay.  Harry had him, but Jay took his hook.  Harry immediately stopped, and stretched his hand out, asking for the hook.  Jay responded by throwing it in the water.  Harry didn’t hesitate to jump in after it.  You silently chuckled you yourself, as Harry was so attached to that thing.  You threw a rock at Jay’s head, he turned, and saw you.  “That wasn’t nice!”  You shouted. “What did you expect!?”  He retorted.  Lonnie, an old friend of yours, ran up to Jay, and followed his gaze to look at me.  She gave you a small wave, and a sad smile.  “Uma!”  You turned to the sound, Harry, and was about to run over until Uma got there and helped Harry out of the water.  Jay ran off to do, something, and Evie ran up to Carlos.  “Carlos,” she started, “why are you soaked?”  She inquired.  “I don’t want to talk about it.” Was his reply.  The sword fighting continued, until Evie threw a smoke bomb on the ground, causing a big explosion of purple mist.  They all ran through the pipe, and Mal kicked off the bridge, connecting it to the docks.  She then ran off with the rest of the VK’s.  “Ugh!!!” You shouted.  You took a few steps back, ran, and jumped across the gap.  “Y/n!”  Harry shouted.  You landed and turned to him.  “Be careful.” He said.  You nodded and ran off.  You had to hurry.  When you got to where they were, they were driving off in the limo.  You glared at the car, hoping that if you glared hard enough, it would shatter into a million pieces.  To your dismay, nothing happened.  Ben saw you, and looked back to the front of the limo, a sad expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?”  Carlos asked. “Hm?”  Ben turned.  “Oh. We shouldn’t have left her there.”

“No offence Ben, but it seemed that she was perfectly happy there.” Carlos reminded.  “How could she be happy with Harry?”  He asked, more to himself than the others.  Everyone looked back at him in shock.  “Y/n and Harry are dating!?!”  Carlos screamed.  “Hey!” Dude, the dog, shouted.  “Sensitive ears here.”

“Sorry.”  Was his reply.  

~There’s so many ways to be wicked~

As they drove off, you watched them.  You looked down, and noticed Mal’s spell book.  You picked it up, and leafed through the pages.  You smirked and clutched the book tightly to your chest.  Uma was gonna love this.  


A/N:  So, this took forever.  I had a lot of fun though.  Here is the readers new outfit.  

i wish their were like sensory sensitive scary houses. like ones without flashing lights or loud noises. just like. cool designs and stuff you can touch thats all haunted house themed without the lights/noises/etc. even actors in costume that are spooky but dont rely on jump scares? and you could ask them about what its like to be the creature they are (ghost/demon/etc). the only time ive ever been in a haunted house was for a report for my journalism class in highschool and when i went i had to go before they opened, asked them to turn on the lights and the sounds off and no actors and i had to walk through it with my father. it was nice but i only got to experience the decorations and not a cool immersive experience. i wanna experience the spookiness without having a meltdown. idk i just feel jealous that all my friends get to go haunted homes/haunted corn mazes. it makes me feel like a stupid little kid and i hate it