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Hero Among War

Next installment to the Decades Series. 1940. 5.2k words. Fun fact- one of the reasons I love the 1910-1940s is because of the distribution of kisses. Everyone kissed everyone. It wasn’t a big deal. Thanks for reading. PLS LEAVE FEEDBACK IN MY ASKS OR SOMETHING. Check out my other fics. :)


Harry always considered himself a lover over a fighter, however Fate scrawled the words “war hero” in his legacy and for the millionth time, he was unable to carry out his noble duties. The mantra was still fresh in his head as he passed by the same tree again until he finally managed to convince himself he was traveling in circles:

“If you get shot at,” the General muttered to seemingly only him. “All you can do is shoot back. Don’t run.”

Harry had glanced at the rest of his army mates with vast curiosity. It was as if they’d shunned the older man, squinted eyes peering frightfully at the widening beach where they resided their hatred for the world and their mother country. It had thrust upon this immense responsibility on their hardly structured shoulders as if expecting success in the footsteps of the previous generation.

A lover wouldn’t survive under such gruesome circumstances; the last one a person like Harry would have to face was war. He spoke in symphonies not gun smoke and chose to make laughter and love than disasters.

It was in that moment, wedged in between two dead, bleeding men who had their fingers around their crosses that dangled from their neck like their souls, that Harry realized something.

It dawned on him that he was unfit for war, for even living after witnessing this atrocity. He wasn’t built for this and no amount of training could prepare him for this dangerous adventure. He decided he would do what he was best at doing when difficulties and forks in the roads sprung up: running.

With his rifle secure across his chest and dog tag clanging against his a locket with his mother’s picture hidden inside, he forced his legs to carry him as far away as possible from the battleground. It was a field, only a couple kilometers from the exit of a town. Taking advantage of the momentary ceasefire, he sprang up and began to dart.

The bullets began raining again and he narrowly managed miss them, the thundering sounds of planes blocking out the screaming of army officials. Nobody called after him to return. Instead, he swore he heard, “Run Harry, you son of a bitch!

The first place he found himself was naturally the town. By the echoing of his own voice, there was no doubt the area had been evacuated by the frightened people. They left their souls. He imagined the rush of people heading towards the perimeter of the place. Thankfully, he didn’t see any injured people slumped against their homes or soldiers crying for help.

The Germans had yet to discover this place.

This piece of understanding caused his legs to carry him faster away from the scene.

He walked more than he ran although it was obvious he was heading towards the enemy line. A peculiar serenity had passed over him which basically confirmed his insanity. He enjoyed the crunch of the rocks under his boots and whistling of the wind in his ears. In fact, if he had his journal with him, he’d write some love songs.

It was getting chilly as the night approached silently yet obviously. He’d only been traveling for half the day until his mouth dried like a prune and demanded liquid.

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a metal container of water. The binding material always deceived the young man as it felt heftier than the actual water. He’s be surprised when grabbing it to check the amount of content however disappointment always reigned.

He could vaguely recall spilling the remainder into a comrade’s mouth as he took his last breath and Harry couldn’t stop raggedly sobbing. His body suddenly weighed more than the rifle around his body.

To distract himself, he instead produced a pack of peanuts from a compartment hidden from the rest of his army mates and dined. A couple minutes later, his body swore at him and forced him to hunch over. He vomited terribly, shoving his hands deep into the roots of his hair and painfully tugged to mitigate the pain in his lurching stomach.

By nightfall, he had found himself in the heart of the woods…similar to the entrance he had passed hours prior. For a slight moment, he felt the first pang of panic until he forced himself to remember he was away from all the enemies: British, American, Italian, Japan, and German.

“Anyone with a gun is the enemy,” he muttered to himself.

Harry removed the rifle from his shoulders and smiled with relief as it dropped to the dirt. He inhaled then, with his nose high in the air, finally, and carried on walking.

When the stars finally exposed themselves, he removed his jacket and laid it on a pile of leaves by a hollow tree. They provided him with much more comfort than the usual bunks they were provided with at base. When he lay there, Harry tried to recall just how the bunks felt, however Fate had other decision of him, and ended up falling asleep.


Harry was forced awake up by footsteps nearing his head. When he opened his eyes, crusted with sleep and floating with such a marvelous sleep, he was confused by the lack of sunlight hitting his face. He sputtered when he finally realized there was a cloth over his face and drowned in his own stupidity when he also realized he had put it there himself.

He removed his handkerchief and stuffed it back into his pocket, scrambling up. His helmet was back on his head and thighs burning as he hauled his entire body up, scampering behind the tree. He sighed deeply before holding his breath as the footsteps neared.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” a loud voice boomed and Harry inhaled sharply as he turned around and displayed his face to the officer.

British,” he huffed with his hands up, thrusting out his chest to show him the badges on his collars. “I’m with you.”

The officer lowered his gun and frowned. He took some strides closer to him, inspecting his badge until he finally wrapped his rifle around his neck. “What the hell are you doing out here son? The beach is the opposite way.”

“I’m, erm, I got lost. My sect…we all went different paths,” he lied anything but smoothly, toying with his fingers.

Without hesitating, the officer, Lieutenant Jones, barked, “Do I look stupid to you? I know when a man lies to my face, especially an alliance.”

Harry’s eyes widened, taking a step back to mask his intimidated aura. He blinked dolefully at the man as he maintained eye contact and coughed up a lie.

“It’s an issue, sir,” he started sadly, kicking a nearby pile of leaves. “Excessive nervousness. Terrible mental issue. Runs in my family. Well the remainder of my family anyhow.”

To exaggerate his point, he began to pick acutely at his cuticles and fluttered his lashes as if the muscle were actually twitching. The play seemed to rouse the Lieutenant; he straightened his back.

“Where did you say you were from?”

Harry swallowed, making sure to accentuate the bob of his Adam’s apple. “Manchester, sir. England.”

“And you said the remainder of your family…”

“My two brothers are serving too,” he quickly interjected.

He was a brother to only one sister and this private information almost made him smile.

“Have you heard from them recently? Where are they currently?” Jones gruffly interrogated as he turned his back to the Private.

Harry shrugged childishly, however informed the man in a solemn voice: “Last I heard, they were in France, sir.”

“Now look at me,” Jones boomed, suddenly turning back around. “You’re out here alone. Join my division. We’re not from any base near Manchester but we’ll fight together. Look at you, you don’t even have a gun!”

“Sir,” Harry tried. “I will be able to take care of myself. Life of a soldier innit?”

Lieutenant Jones narrowed his eyes and adjusted his pants. “Our campsite is twenty miles from here. North. I can’t promise you it’ll be there tomorrow but cover yourself if you need it. Stay away from the Germans. Although I reckon they’d be thrilled to enlist a lunatic like you.”

He departed with a tip of his hat. Harry released a low whistle, gathering his belongings and hurrying away from the enemy on all sides.


By noon, he had fallen behind on his full capability of endurance and decided to restock by the miracle that had been bestowed upon him: the river. The gushing water had captured his attention more than anything had ever and he cried out after he took the first gulp.

Upon the riverbank sat another set of miracles: bushes of various multicolor beads. The flowers looked delightful but the berries. They were dripping with an inviting beckoning of a personality and urged Harry to crush their delicate skin between his teeth.

The peanut bag was relabeled as the berry bag. The first to be tasted were the raspberries. Some were foul and bitter, however majority of them exceeded his high maintenance expectations. They became the first layer of tasty food he would consume on this journey as a lone wolf.

The blueberries were heavenly and the strawberries were as sweet as some girls from Manchester. His mouth became sticky with the glucose on his tongue, yet his stomach demanded more. A diverse navy blue berries looked promising to him and as if under a spell, he plucked a few from the bushes, dropped them into his palm and drew them to as close as possible to his lips.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

There were only a few things in the world that made Harry quiver in fear and in this precise moment, it was the anticipation of death at the hands of a thick German accent.

“They’re poisonous,” the voice continued at a closer proximity. “Kill you slowly. A terrible demise.”

Harry watched a young lady in regular Eastern clothing reveal herself from behind the branches of a dying, sickly yellow tree. She wore a shawl around her shoulders, hiding her attire. The berries had been long forgotten, as was his appetite, now replaced by appalled features. He choked.

The girl’s eyes softened as she took in the appearance of the young, paralysed boy. Harry was grimy; uniform covered in splatters of unknown blood and bugs in his locks. “You’re British,” the girl offered him a smile. “A famished British soldier.”

She reached into his pocket and hummed as she produced a stack of coins, flipping a couple over to peer at their worth.

“Here. The end of the woods is only a few miles in that direction.” She pointed North. “Get yourself some food. But discard that helmet. Germans are crawling everywhere from this point on.”

Harry made no motion of accept the girl’s generous money. “You know English.”

The pretty girl’s eyebrows rose to her obviously well kept hair. “You’d be surprised how many people know English here. Besides, I was born in America. New York. Studied there until my father remarried. The accent followed later. A downright curse apparently.”

Harry glanced around him. The person opposite from him was void of any visible weapons, striking him with confusion. “Where is your gun?”

“Gun for what?”

“To kill me with.”

She laughed heartily. “I’m not a killer. You think all Germans are like this? I’m just a innocent girl.”

Harry shook his head as his rusted limbs began to become agile. “No, no! I didn’t mean it like that. ‘S just there’s a bloody war out here. Should carry some type of protection or summat.”

There was a sliver of happiness in her eyes that would diminish when Harry took a precarious step back towards the river. “You know, they say the Allies are the bad guys.”

Harry swallowed. “You believe tha’?”

Her lips twitched. “Goodness no. There’s no good or bad in this world. Just prejudice and personal hell for every individual. Germans are a personal hell for you while Germany is my home; my love. Why, my oldest brother was in the previous war, fighting for Germany. Sweet boy he was.”

She seemed to have been lost in a figment of thought while Harry was forced to patiently wait until her eyes had discarded their glaze and focused back on him. “Anyways. I’d like to prove your false accusations.”

Panic set in its rightful place in his restricted lungs. His brain generously provided him with horrendous stories of Allied powers falling into the traps of Germans and he was reluctant to agree. They were “murderous, vile, and incompetent to live”.

“I wasn’t a-accusing you in any way.”

“Oh come now, you afraid of an young lady with a terrible accent? C’mon now. It was a joke, heard Brit’s love pulling other’s legs. Come home with me, you look famished. My name is Y/N. I live with my father just a few miles yonder.”

“I don’t mean to upset you but…”

“You’re filled with fatigue. What kind of person would I be to leave you here?” her voice dripped with sadness. “Please. I know we’re strangers-”

“Precisely why I shouldn’t impose on you in such a manner.”

She sighed, biting the inside of her cheek in thought. “Just one dinner and I’ll give you the chance to walk away. I’ve vowed to be neutral and help all. I’m going to become a nurse, you know? What could I possibly do to you?”

Harry considered his options and his stomach offered its own voice when a rumble erupted from deep within. His eyes darted from the bag filled with berries and the seemingly harmless girl who now bolstered a smile on her lips. It appeared like a grand idea for a brainless idiot to go along with whatever this person was babbling about, however it was true, he was an unwanted, starving young soldier.

His shoulders sagged in defeat. One dinner wouldn’t kill him. Unless it was poisoned. He should’ve plucked a few of those berries just in case.

“How far is your home?” he quietly inquired, turning around to gather his backpack and thrust it upon his shoulders. The leaves still crunched under his boots as he stood face to face with the shorter girl as if this peculiar encounter was not happening.

“Not too far. I’d recommend leaving that jacket though,” she said, eyeing the British flag on his sleeve. “Like I said, there’s Germans about everywhere.”

Harry swallowed but glanced down at his attire, eyes washing over the remainder of his heritage and reminisce over the first time he fit his body in the layers. Reluctantly, he tore off the flag and let it float to the ground. 

The girl didn’t buy it. “German uniforms are grey. Sometimes olive green with different lapels. Yours is brown.”

She removed the shawl from around her shoulders. It was already too massive on her and she held it up in front of his face. Compared to him, she was significantly shorter so she was on her tiptoes. She wore a simple cotton sweater underneath and long pants.

“Take your clothes off,” she said with ease.

Flabbergasted, Harry coughed, “What?”

“Have you got any injuries?” she continued.

“A cut on m’left leg. Think it’s dried now-”

“Perfect,” she smiled and gestured towards his chest once more. “Take your clothes off and wrap this around your lower half but not enough to hide that injury. We’ll say you were left alone after being beaten up by some Americans! They thought you were dead so they didn’t impale you with a bullet.” The girl grinned to herself as if this were the best lie she had ever concocted all by herself. Then, she gave him a pointed look, placing the shawl at his feet. She promptly turned around and covered her eyes.

She was cute for sure and frustratingly kind, not to mention intelligent, however he didn’t trust her enough to strip so he ventured behind a couple trees before discarding his clothes shamefully. He laid them under a colossal pile of leaves and twigs, a frown on his features. Silently, he swore to return to them, childishly waving goodbye to them.

The shawl barely covered his ankles and proudly exposed his revolting mark down his shin. The sight made his nose scrunch, face pinched with pain as the semi cold air stung the wound. At least he was granted permission to keep his boxers and boots on.

“This is humiliating,” he murmured, alerting the girl he was finished. He held the bag of berries close to his chest.

Y/N placed her hands on her hips when he faced him, obviously struggling to maintain a straight face yet not bothering to hide her wandering eyes which only made Harry’s body burst into embarrassed flames.

Verdammte hölle. Was habe ich gemacht,” she burst, doubling over with laughter.

Harry’s jaw clenched, shifting his weight into his other leg. “Look. I don’t know what you just said, but I’m freezing and I don’t want an infection so can we get a move on?”

She nodded, wiping her eyes with her sweater paws, bending down to retrieve her basket. “Sure. Right this way…erm. What did you say your name was?”

“Harry,” he growled, following closely behind her.


When they reached civilization, Harry was positive he placed all his trust in her. From the moment they’d spotted a couple of convenience stores at the end of the woods, he had surrendered half paralyzed with fear.

German soldiers everywhere. They littered the streets and stood idly besides stores. They conversed with fellow Germans and laughed and ate and lived like normal people including British! They toyed with the young girls and whistled at them and filtered with them. They tipped their hats with respect at the elders and the men. From the distance if Harry watched them and imagined them with normal clothing, he would’ve seen Britain, America, France, Belgium, and Poland.

They walked on the sidewalk, Harry refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

Most people stared at him. He felt their eyes on his legs and hair. The majority of the German men had the same chopped army cut regardless of whether they deserved that title. He simply followed Y/N, hot on her trail, keeping his heart at a normal pace.

“Y/N! Wo bist du gewesen?”

“Stay calm,” she ordered Harry lowly, reaching over to encase his hand with hers.

She turned around and smiled sweetly at a man who towered over her with multiple medals on his collar and down his chest. The suit was olive green and polished, paired with a hat so glamorous, Harry nearly felt envious.

“Hans, I was just out gathering some berries!” To emphasize her point, she held up Harry’s hand and dangled the bag of berries in front of Hans’s eyes.

Hans bought it. “Your father has been worried. Who is this?”

“This is Henri. I found him in the woods, a couple miles in and he was like this. Frightened and without clothes. Something about Americans beating him and stripping him of any modesty. Brutal isn’t it? I’m taking him to my father so he can patch him up.” The way she lied was so effortless! The light in her eye didn’t falter even when Harry’s body froze up, and Hans’s eyes fleeted suspiciously to Harry.

“Does he talk?” Hans smirked.

“The trauma has gotten to his head, the poor guy. He’ll be lucky to get some sleep tonight.”

Hans didn’t reply but Harry felt his eyes all around his body.

“He’s shivering,” he noted. “I’ll get you a spare uniform, Henri. Don’t you worry now. The bastards are gone. Wait here.” He retreated and began walking away towards a shop with a tent draped over it.

If there was any anger left in his body he had to express due to the name calling, he had concealed it beneath his frightened interior. He tried anyways, nodding in an appreciative manner.

“You’re doing great. Überzeugend,” the girl besides him muttered to mainly to herself, sighing with relief. Her hand swept away the bothersome hair on her shoulder and adjusted the hem of her sweater. “Good actor.”

“I’m scared out of my wits,” Harry whispered back. “How are you so normal living like this?”

“Like what?” she replied, genuinely curious. “Thriving village, don’t you think?”

“With a killer dictator,” he murmured. “What if they try to make me a bloody Nazi?”

Her’ shoulders sagged when she heard the words and didn’t reply. Harry almost felt apologetic but after the way she made Germany seem like heaven, he finally had some sort of dirt on her. He was feeling quite better with this remark. It was true nonetheless. He had Churchill.

Hans returned with pants and a button up shirt, telling him they couldn’t just give out uniforms to people, which Harry was thankful for. He dressed right there, in the middle of the street, quickly buttoning up the shirt and fastening his pants. He tipped his head appreciatively again and looked at her expectantly. He hadn’t realized it until they began walking again that she’d released his hand.


Her home was decent looking enough for Harry to classify her as a middle class citizen. It was a condo of some sort that had a welcome mat with paw prints and a wind chime dangling from the front door. It sang a lovely sound when She opened the door quietly and allowed herself inside after him. He took it in, his quivering finally ceasing as he dropped the shawl into her hand and crept inside.

The first he noticed was the decor. It was simple in the foyer but the living room was filled with creativity. The walls were neatly painted with a teal color, nothing too astonishing and paintings were hung up of different sorts. There was one of a ship tilting, mimicking the Titanic, and another of a mermaid sitting atop a massive boulder. The individuality of the entire room awed the soldier who stepped in expecting a disheveled room.

Harry touched one of the paintings gingerly. “Are these authentic?”

Y/N, slightly smug, said, “Yes.”

“Your father is amazing,” he breathed.

“Oh, my father didn’t paint those. I did,” she replied gleefully, batting his hand away. “Don’t chip anything.”

Harry faced her. “I thought you were becoming a nurse.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I only said that so you could trust me more. I’m a painter. I sell my work for money.” The way she said it was the way she lied: effortless and credible. She truly was amazing, hence any doubt the British soldier once felt had been diminished.

“All of these are beautiful, Y/N,” he offered, allowing her to lead him into the kitchen.

The aroma of freshly cooked food attacked his nostrils as she warmed up whatever meal was on the stove. His hands and face were washed, food on the table and a tall glass of water when she scurried out of the room, returning with bandages and a clear bottle. She instructed him to raise his leg and place it on the seat besides her while he dined.

Upon the first bite, he groaned aloud. she glanced up, alarmed. “What is this heavenly delight?”

She smiled. “It’s hasenpfeffer. You’re lucky I made it the day I met you. I don’t make it often.”

Harry shoved some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “It’s so damn good.”

She giggled, rolling his pants up to peer at the wound. It had darkened around the edges so she grasped the bottle and sprayed the affected area a good few times. 

Harry yelped with a mouth full of potatoes. “The hell are you doing?!”

She looked at him innocently. “I’m cleaning you up.”

“Y’burning me!” he cried.

“The sooner you stop fidgeting and let me bandage it, the sooner the pain will stop,” she scolded, grabbing his ankle harshly and planting it in front of her. She wiped off the excess blood and wrapped the wound. With a safety pin, she binded the masterpiece, shoving the two pieces of aid away. She unrolled his pants and let him remove it.

A couple minutes passed in silence as Harry continued to stuff his face greedily and the girl only watched him with amazement. How long had he gone hungry? Is this what her country was doing to young boys? Well, he wasn’t exactly a young boy; it wouldn’t be fair to classify him as that, but young man simply worked. How old could he possibly be? Her age definitely.

His curls dropped onto his forehead as he cut open the meat and moaned when tasting it. The water was finished so she produced some more from the sink and placed it in front of him. He was too busy to realize she was staring at him in wonder, pondering about his life. He must have seen the world just traveling a few countries down, seen men die, seen his family weep for him in their letters.

She was enthralled of course but also somewhat upset. Why had the world picked such an innocent person to ruin to bits?

“Thank you,” he said, pushing the bowl away from him, finally meeting her eyes. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what more I can say.”

She smiled and shook her head, warmth filling her entire body when he realized his eyes were the brightest set of emerald orbs. “I expect you’ll ask for a bath now,” she teased.

Harry declined the pleasant offer but continued to thank her profusely. The sound of marching men outside her door was what tore her out of her fond and she stood up to rush him to a bed. She insisted it would help him regardless of his lack of appetite now, regaining his strength.

“I really should leave now.”

Crestfallen, she swallowed harshly and inquired, “Why? You haven’t even met my father yet…”

Harry sighed. “I’m sure he’s a wonderful man but I’ve got to be realistic. How long am I allowed to stay here? ‘Til the war’s over? I’ve got to go my own way before they find out I’m British.”

“If you need to hide, I’m sure that’s okay for us and we can arrange–”

“I’m not hiding from anything. I’ve just really gotta get back to England or France even!” Harry argued, buttoning up the final button of his shirt that had popped open. 

“France is under the Nazis now,” she informed him with a frown. “Look, you can stay here until the war is over. Really! Father wouldn’t mind! He hates the war and in here, you’re safe. The village knows us, they trust us. Out there, who knows what would happen to you? They’re in Belgium too. Besides, you’ve got a different accent despite your clothes.”

She was so intelligent, she always spoke the truth. Thanks to her, he was alive or perhaps he wouldn’t even had made it out alive in the woods. He was stupid for thinking the journey alone wouldn’t be dangerous and thank goodness for a silver lining. But how could such a smart girl not understand him now?

“It’s 1943. There isn’t an end to the war in sight.”

“It’ll end soon, don’t worry!”

“How do you know that?” he asked impatiently.

“Because I know the world. We couldn’t fight for so long!”

“You know fuckin’ nothing about the world then!” Harry exploded. “You don’t know a damn thing I’ve gone through or the deaths caused by your country!”

“Yes I do, I know it all. Do you think I’m proud to live in a place like this?” she shot back, hands on her hips. “I hate it, I hate it all but I can’t do anything about it but try to help.”

Help?” he scoffed. “What help have you done? You’re a woman, a painter, and friends with Nazis! You call that help?” he was advancing on her but the girl continued taking steps back. “How does it feel to live in a murderous country, hm? Feels good that your economy is thriving because of a dictator who despises races and everyone except the people who fear him? Or do you all cherish him and abide by his rules because he’s so caring towards his people. Are you fuckin’ blind?”

Her back hit the wall, lower lip wobbling as she tried her utmost to keep the tears in. One managed to slip out but it didn’t stop Harry from continuously scolding her, “It’s shit isn’t it? To think about the real world and dead people when you’re here safe and innocent as an angel?”

More tears dripped down her face and she hurriedly flicked them off her usually perky cheeks. They had blossomed with a fiery red color, not out of anger but the same emotion that kept her awake, sobbing at night until her father had to trespass her threshold and hold her. Fear.

Harry’s jaw was still taut, eyes burning into her vulnerable face. He couldn’t think to do anything except grab her arms, pull her hands away and kiss her hard on her mouth. In fact, he did exactly that, allowing her to melt into the kiss, arms around his shoulders once he let go. She tasted sweet and her smell engulfed his stiff posture. More kisses were spread across his tight jaw, as goodbyes, forcing herself into his arms.

When he pulled away, he breathed with closed eyes, “I’m sorry for yelling.”

She sniffled and wiped the residue of her breakdown. “Everything you said was true. I’ll be here when the war is over. Unaffected.”

His eyes latched onto hers. With a final kiss to her bottom lip, he murmured, “I’ll let you know if I’m still alive when the war is over. Bis wieder.”

It was the last memory she had of him, the flaming image of his broad back leaving her home, curls swiping left and right to made sure he was safe before he began sprinting away, heading towards the direction of the woods.


Two Years Later

Hans held out a letter to Y/N with a wheat stem shoved between his teeth. He held the door open with a strong arm and the girl couldn’t express how amazing it was to see him with normal clothing. “For you. Came this morning.”

She nodded and accepted the sealed notice, brushing it off thinking it were the rent again. “Danke.” 

She perused over the address. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes glazed over the name. She read over it a hundred times before it finally settled in. Tears erupted in her eyes, leaking down her face as she didn’t attempt to stop them.

Hans bent down to look at her wet face, concerned. “What is it? Y/N?”

She laughed breathlessly and looked at him with elated eyes. “Remember two years ago when I brought a German soldier to my home?”

Hans nodded hesitantly. “What of it?”

“He was a British soldier and he said he’d write to me if he was still alive after the war. Look. He’s in France right now!” she cried, shaking her head happily. “That bastard.”

She tore open the letter and quickly began reading his messy scrawl, a colossal grin spreading across her lips. She glanced back up at Hans, crying aloud again. Her heart burst with the emotions she’d felt since his departure.

“He wants to arrange a meeting.”

Pledge Pt. 1

Story Summary: It began as an attempt to keep Kevin safe. You barged into his fraternity and intimidated everyone in sight, looking for that bastard Sam Winchester. You’re quickly distracted from the main mission when a pair of blue eyes and a soft smile catches your attention.

Chapter Summary: You’re on a mission: Kick Sam Winchester’s ass. Sadly, his frat brothers won’t tell you where he is.

Pairing: Frat boy!Castielxreader, Frat boy!Kevin tran

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, smoking, mention of weed, mention of hazing. WARNING: Sam’s a scadouche in this fic, my bad g. 

Word count: 1800+

A/N: IT WAS A ONE SHOT I PROMISE I'UNNO WHAT HAPPENED *sobs softly* (It’ll be three chapters, tops!) Tags at the bottom!


Kevin shifts awkwardly as you knock on the door, shooting you a concerned look. “It’s not that serious –”

“No no no, it’s that serious to me,” you say, resisting the urge to grab Kevin’s hand in yours. A tall, brown-eyed boy wearing a snapback hat and a Bob Marley sweater cracks open the door, a puff of smoke wafting out as he does. With a lazy smile, he waves a blunt at you, flinching as you point an accusing finger at him.

“The baby’s not mine, condom squad,” he says, glancing down. Frowning, you shake your head.

“Are you Sam Winchester?” you growl, gaining a groan from Kevin.

“No, but close. I’m Gunner Lawless, eldest of the Lawless men.” He bangs on his chest, letting out a high pitched scream that makes you flinch back. Pausing, Gunner scratches his head. “Well, like, besides my dad and shit.”

“Show me Sam,” you say. Gunner glances between you and Kevin, drawing his eyebrows together.

“Pledge Kev, tell your girlfriend to chill –”

“NOW,” you snap, making both men flinch.

“What’s the problem here?” a rasping voice says from inside. You push past Gunner, dragging Kevin along with you. A blue eyed man puts out a cigarette in an ashtray, tossing it to the side with a smirk. “She’s cute pledge Kev,” he says, slicking a hand through his hair. You scrunch your nose at the compliment, staring around the house. It wreaks of sweat and bad decisions; you can tell that many mistakes have been made by the stains on the floor alone. The blue eyed man clears his throat, extending his hand. “I’m Castiel, call me Cas –”

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Sweet Home Sioux Falls Pt 4: Drunks Say the Darndest Things

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Reader x OC

Words: 7200ish (so much drama in one part)

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship, Swearing, Drinking, Fighting (More under the cut by the tags- don’t want to spoil!)

Summary: (Very loosely based off of Sweet Home Alabama) Years after you left your old life to start a new and “better” one in New York City, your now-fiance decides that it’s time to meet your father, Bobby Singer, which unfortunately avalanches into him meeting all your friends, family, and your not-so-ex-husband Dean Winchester.

A/N: Remember, guys, the timeline is all out of wack. Basically everyone’s alive and Dean never went to Purgatory. Also, the reader’s current relationship is based off of a manipulative relationship I was in. The attitude and thoughts the reader has after she fights with Patrick? Yeah, that’s not healthy. So if you can relate to her relationship, please please please step back and analyze yours. It may not be as happy and healthy as you think. Always here to talk, listen, and share my experience if anyone needs to hear it <3 Feedback is, as always, much appreciated!

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You slammed the door to Patrick’s Prius shut and stared at the bar in front of you. The familiar rotting wood and crooked “Roadhouse” sign stared down at you almost menacingly. Nothing like standing face-to-face with a past you vowed to leave behind.

This was where you had your first beer, hung up your first hunting souvenir, and even where you held your wedding reception. How romantic.

You could almost clearly remember Dean kicking down the front door, both of you hammered and your dress slightly ripped from your groom being unable to keep his hands off you. You remember stumbling into Sam and him telling you he’s so glad he got the chance to call you his sister before everything went down. The night was full of cheerful somber, as everyone drank to ignore the fact that Sam was planning to fall headfirst into Hell’s pit in just a couple of days.

Sam had forced you and Dean to get hitched before his fated sacrifice arrived, begging to let him witness it and just have one last day with his family before it all ended for him.

After the day he fell into the pit, you and Dean drank yourself to the floor for months until finally setting up the apple pie life Sam had made you two promise to pursue. The civilian lifestyle only lasted half a year or so, ending right when a soulless Sam came strolling up to your doorstep.

Then you fought for his soul, Castiel betrayed the three of you, Leviathans poured into Earth, Sam went crazy, Castiel returned, the mother of monsters came to earth, you became…

Before you could think back to what changed you and Dean forever, a ring from your cellphone startled you from your thoughts. 

You quickly pulled it from your pocket and smiled at your fiancé’s name lighting up your phone. You turned away from the inevitable confrontation in the bar and  pressed the answer button.

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  • Revali: I can't BELIEVE that we came to Gerudo Town just to be kicked out!
  • Link: *nods sadly*
  • Revali: Luckily, we don't need the girls to have fun! Isn't that right, Daruk?
  • Daruk: Oh uh... Sorry, buddy, I was just about to go hang out with the girls in Gerudo Town since Gorons can enter the place.
  • Revali and Link:

I’m real sad about Exos you guys.

Their actual original history of being born from the Deep Stone Crypt (which was SO COOL) , gaining humanity from an error, a flawed code, or a purposeful action by Rasputin; has been completely overwritten by the boring “they were humans turned into robots and humans who wanted to live forever” and man that’s just. So human. Why can’t we have proper alien beings?

I’m here for compromise, for pretending some being inhuman and some being former human but everyone seems to have forgotten the original Exos lore in favor of a more human-centric alternative. There’s no compromise, just a complete belief that Exos were human beings with all human lives and all human thoughts and not… themselves.

@ememeco13 1. They put Gwen out of the main character ruster, opting for two male leads instead. 2. Yeah there were many interesting female characters who could kick butt, sadly non of them were explored and almost all of them ended up wanting to hump one of them.3. They aged up a character we previously saw as a literal toddler (not even a year earlier in canon!) So they could make her Ben’s love interest.4. They gave her unnecessary frog boobs.5.There were several episodes about this female characters lusting after and fighting over Ben.6.‘the most dangerous game show’ is a thing that happened. 7. Having many female characters and making them good fighters doesn’t make them strong or good writen.

anonymous asked:

seventeen as those kids in preschool/kindergarten please! <3

we had a lot of fun writing this!! enjoy!

S.Coups:

  • really popular with the others
  • kinda uses them as servants
  • HE IS THE GRADE 1 THEY GET ALL HYPED ABOUT
  • he always forgets to hand in his homework
  • AND HE NEVER COLOURS IN THE FUCKING LINES
  • he also doodles in the margins
  • him and jeonghan sit on top of the monkey bars and boss the other kids around at recess

Jeonghan:

  • jeonghan is that really quiet student that gets good grades
  • but is secretly a bratty bitch
  • the only reason he is friends with seungcheol is because seungcheol bribed him with crayons
  • CRAYOLA CRAYONS
  • he had short hair because someone got gum in his long hair and he had to cut it all off
  • secretly doesn’t miss his long hair cause it would hurt to take dirt out of it after playing outside

Joshua:

  • OKAY THIS FUCKING KID SAYS GRACE BEFORE SNACK TIME AND PRAYS BEFORE NAP TIME
  • he loves picking flowers at recess
  • HE MAKES DAISY CHAINS AND FLOWER CROWNS ASDJFGHTR
  • is a kid is crying or sad hE GIVES THEM FLOWER CROWNS
  • he always sweet talks the teachers and the other students
  • he is so kind like he holds the doors open and makes sure everyone is inside the class before they shut the door
  • he probably gets those jobs to go get stuff like the lunch bins and fruit and to take the attendance down
  • he’s always super happy to help
  • joshua sometimes sings for the kids at recess
  • also he probably brings his guitar to show and tell and preforms

Jun:

  • this kid is really shy when you first meet him but then after a day or so he is the biggest goof ever
  • he’s really handsome for such a young kid so the teachers are always telling him how cute he is and he always gives the responses that flatter the female staff like “oh? thank you! you’re pretty too miss! how old are you? 20? 22?”
  • he has modeling for kids toys and stuff so DK is always like “YOU WERE ON THE COMMERCIAL FOR THE NEW POWER RANGERS! WOW, YOU’RE SO COOL!″
  • and jun is like “hahaha no i’m not that cool. i like your hair!” AND THEY BECOME FRIENDS LIKE THAT
  • they are the class clowns and they always pull pranks on vernon
  • jun is totally super sneaky and likes to play ninjas with DK
  • they naruto run at recess together

Hoshi:

  • HOSHI WAS LIKE THE SNACK DEALER
  • like he bribed kids for their unhealthy and rly yummy snacks for his healthy snacks some how
  • he probably used aegyo
  • has mini dance competitions with the other kids
  • he also teaches them new dance moves
  • hoshi loves to play hide n seek
  • once he was playing with DK and jun and he hid under a table in a box for like an hour
  • turns out jun and DK gave up within 15 minutes of trying to find him

Wonwoo:

  • wonwoo is really quiet and serious
  • the other kids are scared of him so that’s why he had no friends until mingyu came along
  • mingyu introduced him to josh and seungkwan who were totally hyped to make new friends
  • josh gave him a flower crown because he ‘looks sad and no one should be sad’ and wonwoo gave him the biggest smile and thanked him
  • everyone was super amazed with him after that
  • NOW HE SMILES ALL THE TIME AND HE IS VERY HAPPY
  • he probably gets along with hoshi over the whole ‘aegyo’ thing because hoshi said his sweater paws were cute
  • probably got his mom to give him this super cute cat sweater for his birthday that he wears everyday

Woozi:

  • evil child
  • LITERALLY THE SPAWN OF SATAN
  • probably knocks over mingyu’s blocks over
  • spends most of his time studying music instead of playing
  • ‘accidentally’ hit mingyu with one of those plastic baseball bats
  • HE IS LIKE RANDALL FROM RECESS
  • he is a teacher’s pet
  • all of the teachers love him cause they don’t know his secrets
  • he still has fun with the other boys and probably gets them to play soccer with him after school and includes everyone… sometimes…
  • woozi dared a kid to climb on top of the monkey bars and they did it and when the kid fell off, the teacher came over and he’s like “i told them not to do it…”

DK:

  • he wears costumes to school
  • HE BEGS THE TEACHER NOT TO CALL HIS MOM AND TELL HER THAT HE IS WEARING A COSTUME AGAIN
  • he daydreams and hums a lot
  • dk is an angel, he brings light into the world, the teacher adored him, everyone loves him
  • he probably pretends to be a super hero when oTHER KIDS ARE GETTING BULLIED
  • HE YELLS “NO NEED TO FEAR! SEOKMIN IS HEEEEEREEEEE” AND HELPS THE OTHER KID
  • he gets really sad at the end of the day because he doesn’t want to leave his friends :(
  • he usually asks the kids if they wanna come over and see his super cool action figure collection
  • but they are busy studying so he walks home with his hands on his backpack straps and kicks the rocks sadly till he gets home and sees that his mom cut apples and then gets happy again
  • then he remembers that he will see his friends tomorrow!!

Mingyu:

  • mingyu is so tall that he gets mistaken for a 1st grader by the other kids
  • all the girls have a crush on this awkward boy
  • he probably has the cutest buck teeth
  • HE IS LIKE SUPER MINI PRINCE WITH EVERYONE
  • LIKE HE IS A LITTLE BABE
  • he is charming with everyone and has no clue that all the girls like him even when they are all like “MINGYU OPPA!!”

The8:

  • OK THIS BABY IS SO SWEET AND SHY
  • HE HAS LIKE THE SOFTEST VOICE
  • he is very tiny like woozi is taller than him
  • he prefers to be alone most of the time
  • HE BRINGS STUFFIES TO SCHOOL AWWW
  • minghao was getting bullied by a kid and DK stood up to the bully and minghao was so happy that he gave DK the biggest hug ever

Seungkwan:

  • seungkwan is THAT kid
  • he sasses everyone
  • he always randomly sings in class like they could be doing a test and all you hear is “YOOOOOO LADIES”
  • he tries so hard to speak english
  • vernon always corrects him and he’s like “YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS THAT MY ENGLISH IS THE BEST QUALITY” and totally ignores the fact that vernon is from america
  • even though he is kinda annoying, everyone loves him
  • everyone appreciates  his hyper activity

Vernon:

  • he picks on the other kids but he doesn’t realize they aren’t playing
  • he’s the type of kid to not share his candy when it’s in his lunch bag
  • HE HAS GUSHERS AND EVERYONE BEGS HIM FOR ONE AND HE’S LIKE “lol no these are MINE”
  • vernon got in trouble for tying dino to a chair once
  • dino just wanted to play cops and robbers but vernon took it too far with interrogation
  • he likes to do parkour on the playground but always falls and he’s like “lmao… psh no problem”
  • he was soooo good at science and super talkative with everyone
  • always had facts about shit 

Dino:

  • dino is a lil cry baby
  • he always wants his mom
  • like he tries to be tough around the cool kids who are already tough but ends up crying at some point or another
  • they all treat him carefully but pick on him sometimes and he just laughs
  • he probably gets called dino because EVERYTHING he has has dinosaurs on it
  • his lunch bag to his socks, everything has dinosaurs

- jispoon and dad

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get to know me meme: [1/5] favorite female characters => Haseki Hürrem Sultan (Magnificent Century)

When I look at this now, our fanbase was holding on 40% of what we saw on screen and 60% on our own fantasies.
The Magnificent Century did bury and step on many historical prototypes it was based on, however, it managed to show us something extra that no book would be ever capable to do: her daily charm, grace and “SULTANA” written all over her face. Every frame with her is precious. Every scene screams of her beauty and power. Just to think that she was dragged to Turkey after her whole family (and village) was slaughtered and she was made a slave.
We did enjoy her battles with this infinite “roalty” and the way she loved her husband, her children. Life made her play a cruel game in order for all of them to even have the honor to stay alive. She kicked major fucking ass, but sadly, Turkey has quite a complicated relationship with this lady, so all her in-show adventures were just nothing compared to her actual real life.
This lady, guys, didn’t only manage to draw sultan Suleyman’s attention almost right when she appeared in the palace (while most concubines never get a fucking chance to even see his face in their whole lifetime). She managed to control Istanbul’s finances while Suleyman was at wars. He left being broke, and came back seeing that she expanded local ports and trade to such extends that MOOLA started flowing in like it’s a second fucking Genesis flood.
She spoke like seven languages and was exchanging letters with other big monarchs of that time (good ol’ ~1525-1558), meeting with ambassadors, funding and building schools, mosques and other complexes, supporting art, doing charity. My, Suleyman was getting all the information about the civil world during his wars only from Hürrem.
Suleyman made her his only woman, dismissing the whole fucking harem in the palace - read Topkapi’s finances book, the expenses on harem during his rule were zero, because there was no fucking harem anymore, other women can just go and fuck themselves. Suleyman had approximately 13 children, 9-10 of which did exist, and six of them were from Hürrem. Their son Selim became the next sultan, y'know. He wrote so much poetry about her, and handmade so many jewellery (which is present in the show, thanks here). Moreover, he freed her, and married her.
Consider this, it’s the first half of 1500s, the Ottoman Empire, sultans had to have harems, prefered “one woman - one child” policy, and Suleyman in particular was the senpai all men and women were craving for - great in literally everything, the ruler we all deserve, the dream of any girl and the horror of all European monarchy. And he didn’t only make Hürrem a free woman - free, not a slave anymore, the status that stays with every concubine till the rest of her days - he married her. The Empire went fucking apeshit, it went against all unspoken rules for a sultan, it was considered a fucking disaster, Hürrem remained a “Russian witch” EVEN TO THESE FUCKING DAYS in the eyes of some Turks because of this sorcery - but Suleyman doesn’t give a shit. He made up a new title for her - haseki - and since there was no valide (sultan’s mother) around anymore she was the most. fucking. powerful. person. in harem, so the head of everything that operates in the palace. Thanks to foreign ambassadors, we know that a wedding took place - locally, any mention of it was erased, you will never find it in any Turkish source. They deny it, and it makes this even better.
Hürrem was the shit, she ruled the world, her and her husband were like Chip and Dale of the Medieval, working together to make Turkey the most powerful country in the world, making their rule truly deserve the name of “magnificent century”.

You’re even asking why she’s my favorite character, hoo-hoo.

Happy Holidays 

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Pairing: Scott x Reader

Summary: Can you do an imagine where reader and Scott are friends turning into something more, and they go to college together and it’s Christmas break but reader can’t afford to fly home so Scott takes her home with him?


It was that time of year again, the festive holiday where children excitedly awaited the arrival of Santa. Decorations hang from houses, shops put up their Christmas sales and people rugged up in warm clothing drinking hot cocoa. The college campus was certainly capturing the Christmas cheer, students were all buzzing to go home for the holidays….expect for you. Sitting on top of the bed scrolling through countless of sites, to see if they were any offering tickets that you could afford to fly home. When hours passed and realization kicked in, you sadly weren’t going to be able to make it back home for Christmas.

“Hey Y/N, I was thinking we can head to our cafe before we fly home?”, Scott suggested as he walked into your dorm. Not only was it luck that Scott and you ended up at the same college, but also apart of you was glad. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself but there was something more going on between you and Scott. It was a feeling you had all the way through senior year and that same feeling hadn’t gone away any time soon.

His usual goofy grin disappeared when he saw the sad expression written all over your face. “I’m not going to be able to go home Scott”. Dipping the bed as he sat down, his eyes scanned the multiple tabs open on your web browser, all of them different flight websites. There was no point in hiding anything from him, since he could practically sense if you were lying. “Between college and just general life essentials, I can’t afford to fly home”.

“What about your parents? Can’t they help you out?”, Scott asked not tearing his eyes away from you. “I told them I had enough to fly home with, calling them now to tell them I lied wouldn’t go down very well”. Scott shot up from the bed and raced for the door, seconds later he came back in the door way and said, “I’ll be right back okay. Don’t go anywhere”.

Focusing your attention away from the door and back to the computer seeing those tabs made your heart break, knowing that you had no way of being able to make it home for the holidays. Shutting the laptop lid down, you flopped back on the bed, sighing as your glaze now was on the ceiling. “Pack a bag”, Scott said as he walked back into the dorm looking beyond pleased with himself. Sitting up straight, when you didn’t move Scott pulled out the suitcase in the closet and started grabbing clothes. “What are you doing?”, walking up to him.

“You are coming home with me for the holidays. I called my mum a few minutes ago and told her about you not being able to fly home, and well I asked if it was okay if you join us for Christmas, which she instantly said yes too”. Scott looked like a giddy school boy, and that itself couldn’t help but make you smile.
Grabbing his hand, which was more of a impulse kind of thing instead of a conscious decision you stared into his soft brown eyes. “You didn’t have too do that for me Scott, but thank you”. It was a long pause, one that you weren’t sure if it was going to lead to anything more, although a little part of you hoped it would. But you were left disappointed when all Scott said was, “Happy to help”.

The flight landed and what Scott failed to warn you about was how cold Beacon Hills was going to be. Standing outside waiting for a taxi, everyone else around you were toasty warm in their coats and winter clothing. You on the other hand were wearing jeans and a very summer type tank top. “Sorry, I should of told you about the weather. Here take my jacket”. Scott took his jacket off and handed it to you. Bundling up it wasn’t that long of a car ride back to Scott’s childhood home.

Upon walking up the driveway butterflies kicked it, you weren’t sure why exactly considering this wasn’t one of those ‘meet the parents because I’m his girlfriend type moments’, oh how you wished it was though. “Scott!”, an older women with dark curly hair came rushing out embracing him it a very tight hug. Scott grinned and turned to you, “Mum remember Y/N”. Extending your arm for a hand shake, Melissa disregarded it and pulled you in for a hug instead. “How could I forget, come in you two dinner is almost finished”.

The evening was absolutely lovely, a cosy family affair that made you forget that you weren’t technically a McCall or that you weren’t with your own family. Melissa made sure to get you involved as much as possible, from helping set up the table at your own request, to laughing at old stories. Melissa was wrapping up in the kitchen when you decided to join Scott in the living room. “Thank you for this, it was the perfect evening”. You admitted to him. “I’m glad that you’re smiling”, he replied.

Looking slightly down to hide the blush forming on your cheeks, “Well it’s all because of you”. There it was again, that longing stare. The one that had the potential to become something more, Scott stepped closer and your heart was beating like crazy. “I’ve been wanting to do something for a long time now, and I think now’s the perfect time and not just because we’re standing under mistletoe”. Glancing upwards Scott was right, there hang a tiny mistletoe from the ceiling. And maybe it was a coincidence that both of you just happened to stand underneath the mistletoe, but the kiss was sure as hell something to be joyful about. It was the best, most long awaited romantic kiss you’ve ever had.

Bakugou: I’m so angry. I mean, I’m so sad. But I’m still pretty angry. But also sad. Can I be both?


Kirishima : It’s what he’d want.


Bakugou: Then that’s what I am! (angrily kicks the television and sadly cries)

cherthai  asked:

If you compare KatsuDeku with an animal what should they be? I think Katsuki will be a fox or lion while Deku is a rabbit because he is so cute and cinnamon roll. what ya think :)? PS.Badboy AU is my fav :) always waiting to read it

Hey! I actually thought of those animals specifically for those two before. Great minds think alike :D

Izuku most definitely a rabbit! Theyre cute cinnamon rolls just like him. And his personality fits them. Shy, and timid. But if they are in face of danger, they have a powerful kick! (Sadly it sometimes results in a broken back for a bunny. Izuku’s powerful punch results in broken arms)

Katsuki would be a fox.. sly, powerful, and sneaky. I think that would fit him well. And to be honest, Id like to write an au sometime where they have abilities based on their animal types! And they’d have cute physical traits of the animals as well

For example, Izuku would have keen hearing abilities. He would be strong in his legs, so he could kick well. He would be a good jumper, and could sense danger easily.

Katsuki would have an extremely good sense of smell, good hearing, and his hunting skills would be his strongest point. He could sneak up on others with out a problem, and he’d be good at tricking people! He’d also have sharp fangs.

Tbh he’d need to trick Izuku at some point. Just so he can say
“Its called a hustle, sweetheart”.

I know I took that line from zootopia but. But. Itd be so fitting XD

and thank you! Im working hard on the first chapter of the fic. Hopefully it’ll be out soon ♡

  • Sam: My boyfriend could kick your boyfriend's ass.
  • Ash: You're sadly mistaken. MY boyfriend could kick YOUR boyfriend's ass.
  • Jess: The two of you should know that your boyfriend aren't kicking each other's ass so much as fucking each other's ass.
Chapter 2: Filthy Visions

Morty panted and grasped for Rick’s shoulders, feeling his own cock ride up against his stomach as Rick thrust into him at a steady pace.

Rick would occasionally grunt or whisper encouraging curses into Morty’s ear, and that succeeded in making him even hotter and closer to cumming.

Rick readjusted, flipping Morty over on his stomach and ramming into him from behind. After a bit of loosening on Morty’s part, Rick suddenly hit a sweet spot.

As soon as Morty moaned blissfully loud, Rick knew he had hit his prostate, and didn’t let up.

Knowing his partner was close to cumming, Rick became fiercer, faster, Morty cried out in pleasure thrust after thrust until his toes were curling and his hands were fisted in the sheets and sweat dripped from his brow-

Brrring

Morty snapped his head up, the bell ringing in an awful, shrill tone stirring him from his slumber.

He glared at Mr. Goldenfold, hating the sight of him after having such a nerve pleasing dream. The idea that him and Rick could’ve done what he had just dreamt of the night before brought an intense heat to his cheeks.

He got up and left his class, both happy that school was over, and nervous of facing Rick upon returning home.

In his head, he saw the events of last night in a confusing shroud of lust and need; and then he saw Rick.

Rick was startled and yet welcoming. Then, his expression was smothered by shame and sorrow.

Morty didn’t understand. What had happened? At first, Rick had been all too happy to touch Morty how he had wanted, and then his hands and lips were gone and he looked so sad.

Morty felt a zing of his own shame at having pushed the man. Maybe Rick’s reaction was Morty’s fault. Maybe Morty hadn’t actually pulled the mutual lust from Rick, but had forced his own sexual desires on him.

Since Rick would typically pick him up from school, Morty wasn’t surprised when he had to walk home, hanging his head in remorse.

When he got home, it was unusually silent. He went up to his room and laid on his bed, wondering if Rick was off in another dimension without him. Again.

The thought made him furious. If Rick hadn’t wanted Morty to touch him, all he had to do was say so. He needn’t have to run off to get away from him.

Morty began creating scenarios in his mind of meeting up with Rick again, of blowing up on him. Saying what he wanted, finally throwing up the words he was scared to say; and then rejecting Rick. The idea of it made him feel powerful.

The fact that Rick had rejected him hit him hard, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to face it again. But, if Morty rejected Rick first then his pride could be replenished.

Brewing with anger and vanity, Morty ran down the stairs and busted into the garage. Rick was nowhere to be seen. His ship sat inside, dormant. Morty, in a petty act of frustration, kicked the bottom of it. Sadly, the action gave him the opposite effect than expected, and a pulse of dull pain throbbed up from his foot to his knee.

“Ow!” He yelped in a high pitched voice, hopping on his good foot. He pursed his lips pretended he hadn’t just shrieked like a five year old.

Gingerly walking out, Morty headed for Rick’s room, prepared to not see him there at all.

Surprisingly, Rick was facedown on his bed while a small radio emitted a static sound at low volume

Morty crept inside and noticed Rick was still dressed, and his clothes had a little blood on them.

Panicking, Morty shook Rick’s shoulder, “R-Rick! Are y-you okay?”

With a grunt of irritation, Rick rolled over and squinted at Morty. “What do you want, you raging turd?”

Squinting his eyes in realization, Morty leaned away from him.

Rick yawned largely and stretched, and Morty attempted not to notice the small arch of his back and the look of his mouth wide open… and failed.

The sight of Rick laid out right in front of him thrust Morty back into his dream from earlier, causing a rush of blood to his head (and other parts) to entice his blood with adrenaline.

His back rimrod straight, Morty took a step backwards and looked down at his feet. “I saw you had blood on you a-and I just… I don’t know.”

Rick tentatively turned over the rest of the way and observed his midsection and blood soaked sheets with a look of disgust. “It’s nothing,” He belched obnoxiously and pulled the shirt away from his stomach, it was stained with the dry rusty color of blood.

“W-well what happened?” Morty kept his voice quiet, not trying to infuriate Rick.

“What do you t-think happened? I was getting ricked the f-fuck up!” He sounded full of pride, and suddenly Morty wanted to choke him – and not in the good way.

“Could you quit it with your stupid puns? A-are you hurt? Bleeding? Dying? Can you ever just not s-scare the shit out of me?”

Rick groaned like a child being lectured and removed his coat. “What does it matter? If- if I was bleeding I would’ve died hours ago while you were ogling Jessica and learning basic math.” He jerked off his shirt and revealed a shiny, healing scar. It had dried blood chipped around it and appeared to have been cauterized. “I st-stopped the bleeding as soon as it started, I’m f-fine.” He poked at the wound hesitantly.

“W-what the hell happened, Rick! Y-you could’ve died! Look how deep that w-was,” Morty stuttered and tripped over his words for a good 3 minutes before Rick silenced him with a glare and got up.

“A p-party got a little out of h-hand. I can take care of myself, I’m not an ignorant prepubescent boy, Morty.” Rick left for the bathroom and Morty followed closely behind.

Rick got a rag wet and began wiping away the blood, cringing when he touched the wound, but his hands were steady as he continued.

“Now, M-” He burped and tossed the rag in the sink. “Morty, grandpa’s gonna take a s-shower. If you don’t wanna see me naked, I su-suggest you leave.”

Morty tried not to laugh at Rick’s words, wondering if he should take them to heart or pretend he honestly didn’t want to see him naked.

Deciding on the latter, Morty left just as Rick began to strip the rest of the way.

He chuckled to himself, both ashamed of the dirty visions in his head and turned on by them, but he waited outside the door of the bathroom anyways.

It was about time he mentioned something to his grandpa, and since Rick wasn’t drunk, maybe it was time Morty was completely honest with him.

anonymous asked:

What are some tips for coming out to your parents as an ally?

This is a very important question. Most people know the hardships that come upon some gays when they come out to their parents, which can be so dire as even being kicked out of their homes. Sadly, it’s even harder for allies since society at large is more aware of gays than allies at this point so more parents will be more confused and angrier about having an ally son or daughter.

Be sure to tell your parents that being an ally is not a choice, and that it’s an important part of your identity. Unfortunately, you may still be kicked out or deal with rejection after this, but it’s more important to stand up for yourself and your fellow allies. We allies are a family, and we will love you no matter what!