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Whiskey - Sweet Pea x Reader

Based on the song “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett

Summary: Y/n is best friends with Jughead, Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea, but when she gets her first real boyfriend and starts imagining everything they could be, Sweet Pea starts to get jealous.

A/N: If you guys like this, I’ll write a pt. 2 based on the music video where the girl leaves her wedding to find the one she “doesn’t want to marry”

Word count: 2174

She wants to get married

She wants it perfect

She wants her grandaddy 

preachin’ the service

She wants magnolias 

out in the country

Not too many people

Save her daddy some money

“He’s amazing guys, really,” y/n said with a big grin as she looked at each of her friends in the dimly lit bar.

“I can’t wait to meet him!” Toni squealed, hugging her.

Fangs, Jughead and Sweet Pea nodded as they watched the two girls giggle and gush. The more the talked about y/n’s new boyfriend, the more agitated Sweet Pea began to look. 

“We like all the same things, the same music, food, TV shows, everything! And he’s so sweet! He even brought me flowers on our last date,” y/n said with a sigh.

“Magnolias?” Sweet Pea interjected. 

Y/n turned to look at him with a shocked expression.

“No, roses. Why?” she asked.

“Well, at least he tried,” Sweets said with a smirk.

“Oh, don’t give him such a hard time before you meet him, Sweets,” she replied. “He can’t know everything right away. We’ve only been dating for two months, and you’ve known me my whole life. Of course you guys know what my favorite flower is!”

“I had no idea,” Jughead mumbled as Toni and y/n went right back to talking about yn’s last date.

“Neither did I,” said Fangs, looking at Sweet Pea with his eyebrows raised.

“What? Like she said, I’ve known her forever,” Sweets shrugged.

Jughead and Fangs exhanged a look as if to say ‘sure, bud, whatever you say.’ All three of their heads snapped back toward the girls when they heard y/n mention the L word.

“I know it’s early and everything is new, but I really think I could marry this boy, T. Nothing too big and fancy and not too expensive. Just something small would be perfect.”

Oh, she got it all planned out

Yeah, I can see it all right now

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey 

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don’t wanna marry me

Sweet Pea got up from his seat at the table abruptly, bringing Toni’s and Y/n’s attention to himself and the other two boys that were staring at y/n with open mouths. Jughead and Fangs turned their heads to Sweets, who was standing up with his hands pressed fimly to the table, rocking it ever so slightly toward them. Sweet Pea let go, the table sliding back into its regular position, and backed up.

“I just remembered I have some stuff to take care of,” Sweets said before quickly turning around and bolting for the door.

His heart was pounding and his cheeks felt hot, but he wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him. He’d never felt more awkward in any situation than he had just then listening to y/n tell Toni she wanted to marry some guy she hardly knew. 

Inside, Fangs shot Jughead a confused and concerned look, his eyes schrunching together. Jughead simply nodded as a signal that they should both go after their friend, but by the time they made it out to the parking lot, Sweet Pea was peeling out in his truck, headed in the direction of Sweetwater River.

“You think we should go after him?” Fangs asked.

“I think it’s better if we just let him work through this on his own,” Jughead replied. “I’m not even sure he knows anything more about what’s going on with him than we do.”

“You don’t think he-” Fangs paused to look over at Jughead and shrug, “you know?”

“I don’t even know, man,” Jughead replied before turning around and going back inside, where he and Fangs made a b-line for the pool tables as far away form the girls as possible.

I remember the night when

I almost kissed her

Yeah, I kinda freaked out

We’d been friends for forever

And I always wondered 

if she felt the same way

When I got the invite,

I knew it was too late

Sweet Pea sat in the bed of his truck looking out at Sweetwater River and cucking rocks into the moonlit water. He flipped a particularly smooth rock around in his fingers and sighed. How could he have been so oblivious to his own feelings? 

“I really think I could marry this boy.” He heard her say it over and over in his head. As he stared at the rock in his hand, he pictured her in that flowy, strapless blue top and destoryed blue jean shorts she loved to wear during the summer. 

He thought about how pretty she looked in the fire light out in these very woods by Sweetwater River the last time the serpents had all gathered there for a night of drinking and s’mores. He thought about how hot his cheeks had been as he sat next to her in front of the fire while she pouted in an effort to convince him to go get her another one of those fruity wine coolers she loved so much. 

“Please, Sweet Pea,” she had said drawing out her words. “Just one more?”

“I don’t think so, darling,” he replied, putting his arm around her to steady her and keep her from falling off the log they had been sitting on. “You’ve had enough to drink tonight.”

She giggled as she leant into him, only inches away form his face, and pouted. She had been too busy pestering him for another drink to notice how his gave was flickering from her eyes to her lips. Just as he had gotten close to having the courage to close the distance, they had heard Fangs stumbling out of the woods behind them. Y/n had taken his momentary distraction with keeping Fangs from falling into the fire as her chance to escape and get another drink. 

If only he had ignored his dumb, drunk friend. Now it was too late.

And I know

Her daddy’s been dreading this day

Oh, but he don’t know

he ain’t the only one

giving her away

Somehow Sweet Pea had managed to keep his mouth shut and act like a normal human being around y/n for the past three months. It was especially noteworthy that he hadn’t made a fool of himself the first time that y/n brought her boyfriend to Pop’s to meet everyone. Though it did help that Fangs’ and Jughead would shoot him a look if hs facial expressions or body language started to give him away.

He finally had to let Toni in on his little secret after y/n and her boyfriend had left that night, but he only did so after Toni had given Fangs a nice, long lecture about kicking her under the table.

“I’m sorry, T,” he said with his hands up in the air. “I was aiming for Sweet Pea, but I couldn’t exactly see under the table.”

“Why the hell would you be kicking Sweet Pea?” she shouted.

Fangs went silent and stared at Sweet Pea and Jughead who were sitting on the curb outside the restaurant tossing pebbles across the parking lot. Sweets looked up at Toni with droppy eyes and rubbed his forehead.

“He was trying to help me not look like I wanted to leap across the table and strangle y/n’s boyfriend,” Sweet Pea said with a sigh.

“You have a problem with y/n’s boyfriend?” Toni asked sitting down next to Sweet Pea, “What did he do?”

Sweet Pea groaned as he threw his head back, lowering it again to see that all three of his friends were tarign at him. Jughead even had a little smirk playing accross his lips, anf Fangs looked like he was about to burst if Sweet Pea didn’t speak up soon.

“He didn’t do anything,” Sweets said. “Well, he didn’t do anything other than date y/n.”

Toni let out a little gasp at his admission. “So that’s why you took her dad’s side when he said he wasn’t sure she should keep seeing him.”

Sweet Pea nodded, tossing some more pebbles into the parking lot. “He wasn’t the only one giving her up.”

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey 

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don’t wanna marry me

Y/n and her boyfriend were over by the pool tables playing a game with FP as Sweet Pea leaned up against the bar and tried to be subtle about the fact that he was watching them.

“Here. You look like you need this,” Toni said from behind the bar placing a shot of whiskey next to Sweet Pea’s elbow.

He turned his attention away from y/n and downed the shot, slamming teh glass back on the bar. Toni looked at him with one eyebrow raised, testign the water to see if he wanted to speak.

“Double,” Sweet Pea said taking a seat at the bar and completely turning his back to y/n and everyone else in the bar.

Fangs came up behind Sweet Pea as he was knocking back his third shot. he placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave him a small smile. “That kind of night, huh?”

“It’s the third night in a row that he’s been her, man,” Sweet Pea said while sliding one of the empty shot glasses around on the wet and sticky bar top.

“I know,” Fangs replied, “but you’re doing so much better. I barely even have to kick you under the table anymore.”

Sweet Pea knew Fangs was just trying to lighten the mood, but what his friend didn’t realize was that his change in behavior wasn’t a sign of his getting over y/n. It was just a sign that he was starting to give up.

“I guess I finally realized that she doesn’t want me,” Sweet Pea said before getting up from his bar stool and heading for the door.

Yeah, she’s got on her dress now

Welcoming the guests now

I could try to find her

get it off of my chest now

But I ain’t gonna mess it up

So I wish her the best now

“I really think you should just tell her, Sweets,” Fangs said as he paced back and forth in Sweet Pea’s living room. “She’s starting to wonder why you don’t hang out with us anymore, why you’re never at the Wyrm anymore. She thinks she did something wrong, man.”

“Then tell her she didn’t do anything. Tell her I’m sick or something,” Sweet Pea replied.

“For three weeks? Tell her you’ve been sick for three weeks when you’ve been at school completely fine for three weeks?” Fangs questioned.

“I don’t know. Just say something! Anything!” Sweet Pea shouted as he got up off his couch and retreated to his bedroom, slamming the door.

Fangs ran a hand through his hair and turned around. As he came out the door, he locked eyes with Toni and shook his head. Her smile fell, and she shrugged. They had been taking turns trying to get Sweet Pea to say or do something for almost two weeks now. All Sweet Pea would ever say was that he wasn’t going to ruin things for y/n by telling her how he felt. 

About half-way through week five of Sweet Pea being stubborn as hell, Toni came bursting through his front door. She was huffing and puffing as if she had just ran all the way to the trailer parkf rom Riverdale High. Sweet Pea muted his TV and looked over at Toni as she spoke in between deep breaths.

“I just…learned that…y/n’s boyfriend…is going to…propose,” She said.

Sweet Pea froze, letting the remote in his hand fall to the floor. “What?” he asked.

“Apparently he told Reggie, who told Archie, who told Veronica, who told Betty, who told Jughead, who told me and Fangs just now at the Wrym.”

Sweet Pea looked at Toni with a blank stare. He couldn’t tell if there were a million thoughts rushing through his head or none at all.

“You have to do something about this,” Toni pleaded.

“Why should I?” Sweet Pea asked. “It’s not like she wants to be with me anyway.”

Toni shook her head. “Listen,” she said, “You have to tell her how you feel. I love y/n, but she absolutely cannot marry this boy.”

“Why not?” 

“Because he doesn’t love her as much as you do!“ Toni shouted.

“That doesn’t matter now,” Sweet Pea replied.

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

Yeah, she gonna get married

But she ain’t gonna marry me

Awakening (Angel of Music, Harry Hook x Fem!OCReader) - Chapter Five

Hi guys! Sorry this took so long, definitely didn’t post it as soon as I wanted but it’s still dark out so let’s pretend it’s on time! I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist!

Summary: Harry and Azalea stumble deeper down the rabbit hole of their relationship, an interesting reunion plays out, while tensions heat up the Siren and Pirate. While across the seas a realization has Fairy Godmother shocked to the core.

Warning(s): Language, Mentions of Blood, Sexual Tension

Word Count: 4,380

Harry Hook was a drug. Azalea simply could not get enough of him. Her half an hour trips were filled with wandering hands and kisses as she was pressed up against the closest withering dead tree. She felt like she was flying when she was with him, her heart threatening to burst at the seams. The pull to each other only intensified, an unquenchable thirst had them counting the seconds until they would see each other again. She was head over heels for the Pirate, her buried feelings bubbling over the rim. Azalea had never felt more alive, but that statement could be taken for what it was, the poor girl had not experienced much. Harry had never felt so happy? He could not find the correct words to describe the pounding sensation he felt in his heart every time he looked at Azalea or the way his heart almost hurt when he kissed her and when she would whisper his name between those kisses. His chest was always tight when they were apart, like he could not breathe until she was back in his arms. It was an odd situation and new feelings were arising in them both, but they both welcomed it with open minds. The two were not easily separated either. Every night proved difficult for Azalea to return home, “One more” turning to dozens of kisses as Harry’s arms stayed locked around her. A Pirate and a Siren, the irony was not lost on them.

A week since the night on The Lost Revenge, Harry returned to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, the motley crew still hanging there in the absence of their Captain.. His lips were still swollen, a result of spending his past half an hour with Azalea at their secret cliff, as he walked through the shabby seaweed green swinging doors entering the restaurant. He checked his sword into the barrel and sauntered over to the counter, hopping over with ease. He plopped down next to Gil, the boy still choking down yolks. Cook emerged from the kitchen handing a tray of fish and chips to Harry, before bustling over to deliver more trays of slimy seafood to villainous customers. Harry picked at his tray besides Gil, the two of them silently eating, as the obsolete television droned on about “VK Day”, the picking of next four set to occur in a little over a month. Harry still felt that Azalea should apply, he did not feel like an important enough reason to stay.

“I said together or not at all” her breathing labored and swollen lips parted as she was flushed against Harry’s body and the rough tree bark. “Don’t let that go to your massive ego either, I’m not leaving my parents”. Harry opened his mouth to argue her reasoning and her statement about his ego, but her soft warm lips pressed against his once again, silencing the Son of Hook immediately.

Harry, of course, did not want Azalea to leave, but the selfless thought kept eating away at the back of his mind. Harry knew things between them were going well, too well, and life was bound to throw him a curveball soon. Nothing good ever lasted for the Pirate: his mother, his childhood friendship with Azalea, the attempt to get the wand, even his Captain was gone. The Isle ruined everything and everyone Harry came in contact with, he feared for Azalea. Nothing good survived the Isle.

An hour later, most of the crew had left, going on their assigned routes, back home, or to the ship. Harry and Gil remained at the Chip Shop counting the revenue collected on several of the crew’s routes, conducted earlier in the night. The task proved to be difficult, neither of the boys knowing how to count very well. “Hey who was that girl the other night on the ship, the one with the cool mask?” Gil buzzed attempting to stake the rusty coins into a looming tower. Harry’s head snapped up, how did Gil know about her? “You - You saw her?” Harry quizzed surprised, Azalea had not mentioned meeting the blonde boy, but then again the two did not talk much that night. “Yeah man, she disarmed me of my sword and then I showed her to your room!” Harry narrowed his eyes at Gil, his face scrunching up confused, there was a lot to process in that sentence. A random girl, to Gil, showed up, disarmed him, and he showed her to Harry’s room, no questions asked? Harry opened his mouth to chastise the boy, but loud clanking metal pulled both of their attentions away from the conversation and to the flimsy doors. Harry heard the clanking continue, the sound of swords clashing, before a loud disgruntled groan was heard. Harry curiously jumped over the counter, the movement knocking down Gil’s coin tower, earning a “Hey!” from the Son of Gaston. Harry ignored his First Mate, rushing out the door, grabbing his sword from the sword check barrel in the process. Outside the fishy restaurant was an unkempt filthy Pirate down on his knees, an unpolished blackened sword pressed to the back of his neck while a shining freshly sharpened sword was pressed to the front of his neck. A small stream of blood trickled down his prickly neck as a hooded black figure held the swords keeping the Pirate down. “I dare you to finish that sentence” the figure seethed, Harry instantly recognizing the otherworldly voice, a proud smile appearing on his face. “What’s this lass?” The hooded figure’s head shot up the white mask, belonging to the girl he adored, reflecting Ursula’s glowing eyes on it. Azalea’s hardened eyes melted at the sight of the Pirate in the red leather jacket, an almost wicked smile creeping onto her lips. “Ol’ pegleg here made a very crude remark, decided to show him that’s no way to treat a lady” she smirked pressing the swords tighter around the one legged man’s throat. Harry’s smirk dropped at her words, a menacing look taking over, his blue eyes darkening as his anger and mild crazy took over. His grip on his hook tightened strutting over to the grounded pirate. Harry ran his hook across the man’s face, a look of fear already existent. Harry looked to Azalea nodding for her to remove the swords. She immediately drops her tight stance, tossing the pirate’s blackened sword over the docks and into the sea below. Harry lifted the man up by the lapels of his jacket, “If ye even look at her again,” Harry grinned maniacally, accent thicker as he returned his hook to the man’s dirty face trailing it down his neck, “I’ll do more than just hook ye, I’ll feed ye to the crocodiles!” The man nodded rapidly, before Harry finally let him go.

The man quickly limped away as Harry turned to look at a smiling Azalea, his dark crazy edge creeping away at the sight. “The crocodiles huh?” Harry rolled his eyes at the girl, Gil’s head popping out of the restaurant, curious as to why Harry had not returned yet. “What happ- Hey! It’s you again!” Gil grinned rushing out to greet Azalea. “Hi Gil” Azalea giggled as the blonde Pirate scooped the Siren up into a bear hug. “Harry, this is the cool girl I was talking about!” Harry scoured at the sight before him, he was not used to Azalea being around anyone, he always had her to himself. “What are you doing down here Lass?” Harry grumbled, practically pulling the curvy girl from Gil’s tight grip. Azalea laughed turning to the obviously jealous Harry, a small pout on his lips. She was apprehensive to dish out why she had snuck out and down to the docks in search of the young hook wielding Pirate. What if he did not want to? What if he laughed her face? The Isle was not exactly the place where this occurred.. She bit her lip, her brown eyes shifting over to watch an eavesdropping Gil, unsure whether to tell her reasoning with him around. After all, Harry had a reputation to maintain… Harry caught on to her flickering eyes and cautious silence, instantly shooing his First Mate away. The Son of Gaston frowned, “Bye masked girl” “It’s Azalea” she corrected him. Harry sent her a questioning glare, what happened to the Mysterious Siren who wiped memories from the Market almost 3 weeks? “What? He’s a friend Harry” Azalea threw back, eyebrows raised questioningly. Gil smiled at her words, “Well, bye Azalea!” “Bye Gil!” Once he stepped back into the Chip Shop, Azalea turned to Harry, a nervous smile on her face. “My mom wants to meet you...again” she clarified watching Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes lifted in surprise, not what he had expected, and they furrowed along with his dark eyebrows. “How did she find about-” Harry gestured to the two of them, last he knew Azalea had not disclosed the recent development in their relationship to her mother… yet. Azalea rolled her eyes as she pushed her leather hood off, sweeping a mass of curls off her shoulders, Harry’s eyes trailing down her neck. Three small purplish red marks adorned her pale skin, “these are kinda a dead giveaway”. A prideful smirk worked its way onto the Pirate’s face as he lifted his cold metal hook to carefully trace over the sensitive skin. “I’m sorry Lass” Harry’s pleased grin, looked anything but. Azalea squinted her eyes at the devilishly handsome Pirate, her drug, the sarcasm oozing from her next statement, “Oh I’m sure you are”.

Harry never thought he would ever be in this position, especially on the Isle. They boy was almost nervous as he treaded up the now familiar pathway, the next afternoon. He had raged turf wars less frightening than this, kidnapped the King with ease and confidence. That was his area of expertise, he was good at being bad, but this was uncharted terrain. How bad was he going to be at trying to be good? Harry’s boots crunched on his way through the poorly plotted out tombstones, not a single straight line or clear direction found amongst them. “Look at what the crocodile dragged in!” Harry looked up at the second chained iron gate, seeing a white and black clothing smiling figure. He smirked observing the unmasked girl on the other side of the gate, “Look at what the chandelier dropped in”. Azalea’s eyes widened at the mentioning of her father’s infamous evil act, dropping the massive chandelier on unassuming opera patrons. “You did not just say that” Azalea laughed. “Aye Lassie, you started it with Tick-Tock” Harry quipped back as Azalea unlocked the gate for him to enter. Harry slid through, a nervous smile on his face as he looked down at the equally nervous Azalea. She quickly hopped up placing a quick peck on his lips, before asking “Are you ready?” “Nope” “Yeah me either”. The two interlocked hands and headed up to the small hidden house.

Opening the door, the basically empty house made Harry’s eyebrows furrow, “um?” “I told you looks could be deceiving!” Azalea smiled pushing the rusting white fridge to the side, revealing a hidden stone staircase underneath. “What the fuck!” Harry eyed the staircase an impressed look crossing his face. Azalea gestured for him to follow her as she started her descent down the stairs. At the bottom, a warm glow welcomed them along with a soft singing voice. Exiting the small hallway, Harry gaps at the magnificent stone cavern before him. Hundreds of candles burned creating a warm light around the whole house, the layout open exposing almost every corner of the house, besides the two closed doors diagonally across the house from each other. There was a slight exposed upper level, a kitchen in the far right, an organ in beautiful condition in the room next door. Before him was the empty living room, the furniture worn but not abused and ruined. Like many villains on the Isle, their homes were transported here when they were banished. His father and mother had the Jolly Roger, Maleficent had Bargain Castle, and the Phantom must have gotten his hand carved stone house from beneath the Opera House. On the upper level, just to his left and up the small staircase was a cluttered room with an equally cluttered desk and bookshelf. The singing woman stood before the bookshelf, placing a few books back onto the almost full bookshelf. “This is amazing” Harry announced gaining the attention of the curly haired woman. “Harry!” She grinned excitedly, a slight accent detected amongst her voice, as she rushed down the small steps on his left. The woman threw her arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. “Mom!” Azalea exclaimed blushing embarrassed. “Sorry” Christine stated pulling back to examine Harry closely. Christine looked almost the same from when he was a boy: wearing white, her brown curls pinned back, her peachy lips stretched into a grin, and her brown eyes glistening. Harry knew where Azalea had gained most of her beauty from. The only thing new was the slight grey strands hidden in her curls and the wrinkles forming around the corners of her eyes. “I’m so happy you came” she announced. Harry nodded in response unsure of what to say, afraid of saying the wrong thing. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Christine continued softly, “I’m so sorry about what happened when you were a boy, I should’ve stepped in, fought harder against it”. Harry recalled Christine’s distraught face from that horrible day, the Phantom’s determined protective one surfacing too. Harry had wanted to be mad when his memories first returned, but Azalea’s presence seemed to simmer the urge that night. Perhaps he had missed his forgotten friend so dearly he did not want to waste time, or it was the alluring attraction between them that dowsed the anger. His kohl rimmed eyes flickered over to Azalea’s hopeful expression before returning back to Christine’s sincere eyes. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” The words felt foreign on revenge filled Harry’s mouth, but they were sincerely true, it was not Christine’s fault. The Phantom would of made sure it happened despite his wife’s retaliation, the fear for his gifted child too strong.

Christine’s smile widened, nodding softly as a silent understanding passed between them. Christine turned to her daughter, her practical spitting image, “Show him around while I find something for us to eat”. Her mother climbed back up the stairs, walking around to the far right where the small marble kitchen was. Azalea nodded at Harry, queuing him to follow, as she walked across the living room to one of the closed mahogany doors. Azalea opened the large door stepping inside, Harry following suit. It was a decent sized bedroom, bigger than anything Harry had ever had, with a large red circular bed pressed against the back wall, cream colored curtains draped around it, and small window above it. Harry smirked at the window, knowing precisely how the little sneaky Siren escaped at night. Harry looked at the white desk, sketches and books scattered it, right by the door and the chipping white wardrobe on the other side of the door. Next to the wardrobe was a small fireplace chiseled into the stone and a small black chair, a black leather violin case seated carefully on it. “This is my room” Azalea shrugged. The room was as elegant and alluring as the girl beside him. “Ah, so this is where you lie awake at night thinking of me!” Harry teases earning a soft punch to his left arm. Christine eyes the pair from the kitchen, their electric current pulsating strongly before her knowing eyes. The same undeniable chemistry between them, as from when they were children, only now it was stronger, a sleeping bud bursting into bloom. Her husband’s overprotective face popped into the Soprano’s mind, a problem the happy two would inevitably have to face, but not today.

Azalea pushed her hair forward, hoping to cover any marks Harry may have left in his awake, during their nightly “meeting”. She descended down the stairs, pushing the red button to once again conceal the staircase, and entered the living room where her parents sat waiting. Her mother looked at Azalea’s flushed skin, messy hair and swollen lips, a knowing smirk on her face. Christine, perhaps, should have been more concerned with the recent development in Harry and Azalea’s relationship, but the hopeless romantic knew the two of them could only be kept apart for so long. Today’s secret lunch had only confirmed her 11 year suspicion, Harry Hook was her daughter’s True Love... She had never told Azalea about her theory, afraid to cause her daughter even more heartache, but now that they had found each other again, Christine knew she had to find a way to tell her. Erik, was living in an ignorant bliss as to his daughter’s appearance. She was not bloody and injured, that was the only thing he noticed. “No incidents Papa” Azalea smiled leaning down to kiss both of her parent’s cheeks, ready to climb into her comfortable bed. “Angel would you sit down for a moment?” Her father asked, tone unreadable. Azalea eyed her mother nervously, had he found out about Harry? Her mother discreetly shook her head no, reading the terror in the girl’s eyes. Azalea internally let out a sigh of relief, she was not ready for that conversation argument with her father. She sat down on the couch next to her father waiting for him to delve into his announcement. “I’ve been thinking, you have been doing exceptionally well during your night trips. Perhaps it may be time to try something new…” Azalea looked at her father questioningly, would this affect her time with Harry? “Tomorrow afternoon I am allowing you to go down to the center of the Isle for an hour”. The shock rang through the house, Azalea and Christine both stunned by Erik’s words. A slow smile worked its way onto Azalea’s face the realization hitting, “Papa really?” Before the unmasked man could even respond, Azalea was tackling him into a hug. The man laughed returning his daughter’s eager embrace, he knew he needed to loosen his leash on her. He trusted her, truly, but he did not trust the world. His daughter pulled back hopping over to her mother excitedly. He eyed the almost unrecognizable girl besides him, wondering where the time went. What had happened to his small 4 year old chubby daughter, who sat with him at the organ, singing the sheet music before her with ease? What happened to the child he caught wearing his mask, pretending to slam down on the organ keys dramatically? Where was his toddler who used to run through the stone house, giving him a heart attack at every sharp turn and stumble? She had matured and transformed into a woman overnight. He looked to his beautiful daughter, the one he so desperately wanted to protect and hide from the harsh world, but a bittersweet feeling came over him. She did not need his constant protection as much...

The old clock that hung from Azalea’s wall read 3:15 a.m., she was tossing in bed, an odd warm feeling falling over her. She was so thrilled that her father was finally trusting her to go out during the day, she could not wait to see her Pirate. The warmth in her body seemed to catch ablaze at the thought of Harry. She wanted, NO, needed to see him. Azalea threw the covers off her, climbing out of bed, and headed to her wardrobe.

Harry could not explain the feeling inside, the odd drive pushing him to the graveyard. He felt as if he could not breathe, needing to see the Siren, who he had luckily already seen twice today. Harry was not sure how he was going to get through or over the large locked gate, but he was determined to try. Creaking metal hinges, pulled the Pirate’s head up, someone emerging from the graveyard. The black cloak and white mask made his lungs feel even tighter. The Siren was dressed in a faded black puffy pirate shirt tucked into a dark red skirt, her signature white missing. She was dressed in his colors, Harry groaned his ocean eyes shifting to a stormy blue. Azalea finally looked up seeing Harry’s intense gaze and frozen white and black figure in front of her. His signature red jacket missing… “What are you doing here?” Azalea sounded breathless, the strong force making them both take a large step closer. “Had to see ya, can’t explain it” Harry panted, practically sweating despite the Isle’s signature cold nights. “Me too” they both stepped closer at her response, only a few feet left now in front of them. “This isn’t some Siren call is it?” Harry tried to tease but it came out choppy and almost desperate sounding. “No why would it be affecting me too?” The air between them was stifling as the heat radiated off of them, polluting the night. Azalea and Harry watched each other the pull becoming harder to resist. Two magnets when in close proximity will actually draw each other in, until they connect. Harry and Azalea practically fell into each other's arms, kisses sloppy and misguided. Azalea ran her bare hands through Harry’s dark messy hair, tugging gently on the ends. Harry let out a pleased moan, muttering “cliff?” Azalea pulled back, her mask hiding her deep blush, “I was thinking your room?”. Harry’s eyes widened, inhaling sharply, were they really taking that step? He observed the girl who turned timid underneath his gaze, her lips red from his mouth. A Pirate and a Siren, how ironic. Harry nodded slowly dipping back down to kiss Azalea feverishly. Harry would let her lead him to his demise any day…

The next morning, the Daughter of Maleficent, sauntered through the empty halls of Auradon Prep. Summer was in session, the students returning home for the two month break. Excluding official Royal business, Mal did not expect to be back at Auradon Prep so soon after graduation. Ben, Jay, Evie, and her had just graduated a few weeks prior, the group clad in long blue gowns and caps. Mal smiled at the memory, she never thought she would have gotten here. Mal stopped outside the large extravagant hand carved Teakwood door, the blue and pink sign reading, “Head Mistress~Fairy Godmother”. Mal knocked heavily, hearing a “come in” shouted from the other side. Mal opened the door poking her purple head through the door first, “Hi Mal!” Fairy Godmother greeted ushering for the girl to enter fully. “Hi Fairy Godmother, you wanted to see me?” The woman in light blue sat behind her teakwood desk, more hand carved designs embellishing the wood. “Yes dear, I’m afraid I need your help identifying two people.” Mal furrowed her eyebrows at the odd request, moving to stand by Fairy Godmother’s side. The Headmistress handed Mal a grainy photo taken from a surveillance cam at the Isle’s Docks dated for last week. The two unidentified people were villain kids, a Pirate in a red leather jacket adorning a hook and a girl in a black hood and a white mask covering most of her face. “That’s Harry, Son of Hook and I’ve never seen the girl before, but I can only assume she is the rumored child of the Phantom.” Mal concludes placing the photo back down onto Fairy Godmother’s desk. “Rumored?” Fairy Godmother questioned looking down at the photo again, the blurry white mask almost taunting the woman. “Every villain has a kid, but we only ever saw him. But he bought a lot of fabric and food for a man of such a thin build.” The Headmistress nodded looking off into thought. “Did they do something?” Mal pondered, wondering why exactly the woman had requested an audience with her over something like this. She expected more VK Day preparations… Fairy Godmother looked back up at Mal, “do you recall Good Use of Magic class?” Mal nodded, vaguely remembering the class from her first year at Auradon Prep, waiting for her to continue. “Well remember when we discussed the topic of True Love’s aura?” Mal nodded once again, “Yes and how it is unseen to many”. “Yes well, it first shows up on my radar,” Fairy Godmother tapped her computer screen, “ when they share True Love’s First Kiss and then continues to emit the aura for the rest of their days.” Mal continued along with the woman’s brief history lesson, wondering how this related to Harry and the masked girl. “Every True Love couple has a special personalized colorful aura, like King Ben and yours is Royal Blue and Purple. Theirs,” her light blue manicured finger pointed at the picture, “is Red and white”. Harry Hook has True Love? Wow they really do mean there’s someone for everyone! “It’s rare that True Love is found on the Isle, True Love is pure and good.” Mal silently agreed, despite for the rare exception, the Isle was not good or pure. “No offense Fairy Godmother, but that does not exactly explain what they did?” The Headmistress sighed, looking over at her dark computer screen. “ I receive an alert every time True Love is found, this time it was on the Isle. I’ve only seen a couple True Love’s on the Isle, one being this girl’s rumored parents.” She stopped to clear her throat and Mal was ready to beg for a clear answer. “When one or both of the True Love’s possess magic their aura is stronger than non magical pairs. You possess magic abilities hence why King Ben and your aura is stronger. Theirs is strong too.” “Well I can guarantee you Harry Hook does not possess any magical abilities besides perhaps insanity.” “Then it’s her” Fairy Godmother whispers looking concerned. “What?” “Their aura should not be this strong on the Isle, unless… Bibbidi-Bobbidi!” A realization struck Fairy Godmother, stunning her in her blue swivel chair. “Unless what?” Mal pestered.

“She can access her magic on the Isle.”

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This is a very random post, but I just remembered this story my mother told me about her mother (my grandmother).

Basically, they were somewhere in France and they just had lunch in this cute little cafe and my grandmother went inside to pay. She wanted to pay with card because reasons, but back in the day, long long ago, paying with card wasn't really all that normal at the time, so she had to ask first.

The problem here is that my (Dutch) grandmother asked if she could pay with a

"card postale"

Which translated to Dutch literally means postal card (which is how you used to do credit card payments back in the day, apparently), but translated correctly means postcard.

So anyway, you have this annoyed feisty lady practically yelling that she would like to pay for her food with a postcard and a very confused waiter who tried to explain that you cannot pay with postcards for food and my grandfather who was just laughing real hard.

So long story short, my grandparents are fucking hilarious.

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As some of you already know The Dragon Prince on Netflix might get cancelled after it’s third season!!!!!!!!

For those of you who already watched it, rewatch it! And rewatch the upcoming season! And give it a thumbs up rating! Recommend it to friends and family!!!!

For those of you who haven’t watched it, please consider giving it a try. Yes the target age group is for children but it can be enjoyable for older age groups.

It’s from the creators of Avatar: the Last Airbender. It has amazing world building and human characters.

It properly displays sibling relationships and step parent/step child relationships.

The animation is brilliant! And DRAGONS!!!!

With all that said please consider watching it or recommending it to someone who you think will like it

”I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”

A tribute to one of the best characters of the MCU, brought to magnificent life thanks to the hard work of Chris Evans. He not only gave us a living incarnation of Captain America but imbued him with the best of his personality and vulnerabilities. 

Thank you for 8 years of the best Steve Rogers we could’ve hoped for, and no matter what happens in Endgame, we’re with you until the end of the line, Cap.

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Make Some Pocket Extenders for Your Pants

So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.

I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).

See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.

 So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.

Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.

Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.

Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.

Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.

Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!

Whaaaat I can fit my entire phone and entire hand and probably something else now, are girls’ pockets even allowed to do that?! Heck yeah they are.

This is a beautiful short that totally didn’t leave me a crying blubbery mess (in a good way).