#WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST IGNORE THE CRYING CHILD (like everyone else)?!?

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Rant

I love my job because I love working with kids. I love seeing them grow and watching the ways their little minds work and helping them when they need it.

I also hate my job because I'll get used and abused all day, having to do things that AREN'T MY RESPONSIBILITY because literally no one else is paying attention to the kids, I am the only one watching even though I'm NOT the teacher, I'm NOT the classroom aide, I am a one-on-one.

But I CARE. I care so FREAKING MUCH about these kids that I can't just not do anything. I have TRIED to not do anything. It never works. And it's maddening and I hate it I hate it I hate that I can be USED in this way.

But by God these kids do not deserve to suffer just because I'm the only adult in the room willing to DO MY GOSHDANGED JOB so I do more than I should because these are LITTLE PEOPLE who don't UNDERSTAND. I want to wear a shirt every day that says, "I'm doing this FOR THE KIDS."

I just wish somebody else would do it for them too.

[imtryingbuck]

Welcome To The Gang

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: mechanic!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n leaves her hometown after her heart is broken by betrayal, she has no destination in sight but when she meets a brunette she finally finds happiness.

Word count: 5,853

Warnings: angst. past cheating (ex and sister). swearing. fluff.

Masterlist

“Mom what am I going to do?”

“You need to tell her, it will break her heart but she needs to know.”

Y/n stood behind the living room wall pressing her hand to her mouth in hopes her mom and sister couldn’t hear her muffled sobs. She had just heard that her boyfriend of five years had been cheating on her with her very own sister for the past four months. Betrayed by the two people who she loved more than anything in the world other than her parents.

“She won’t want to talk to me anymore” She felt sick to her stomach at hearing her sisters voice laced in distress. Not once since she confessed has she once said she regretted it or that it meant nothing, no it was all about her.

“Do you blame her? You’ve been fucking her boyfriend.”

“I know mom!”

“And now you’re pregnant by your sisters boyfriend, don’t you dare try and act like a victim.”

Her heart broke even more. Her sister knew full well that they had been trying to get pregnant for the past two years and yet here she is, pregnant with her own sisters boyfriends baby. Before her sister could speak Y/n stepped around the wall, both mom and daughter gasping at seeing her, seeing the tears they knew she had heard everything.

“Why? Why would you do this to me? Doing it to your best friend wasn’t enough?”

“Y/n!” her mom scolded. “You know that she regretted doing that.”

“But it didn’t stop her from sleeping with her best friends husband when she was grieving her mom’s death, did it now? Oh and then carried on once her best friend found out and divorced his sorry arse.” Looking at her older sister, the one person she looked up to since they were children. “Can’t you find your own boyfriend that you have to fuck everyone else’s?”

“I-I’m sorry, p-please don’t be mad”

“You two deserve each other. I hope you both have the worst life-“

“Y/n please don’t talk to your sister like that!”

“Sister?” she let out a low chuckle with a shake of her head. “I have no sister.”

Walking out of her parents’ house, the very same one she grew up in, she got in her car ignoring her mom and sister begging her to stay and that everything will be okay, and drove back to her apartment that she shared with her now ex-boyfriend. Thankfully he wasn’t there which meant leaving with her things would be easier. Not an hour later her car was packed full with her things, with one last look at the place she had been calling home for three years a stray tear dropped from her eyes, a shudder rolled down her spine at the thought of her own sister and her now ex fucking each other in the apartment. Closing the door she locked it and slid the key through the letter box and got into her car, with no destination in sight she drove away.

“No no no NO! God damnit!” Smacking the steering wheel harshly then wincing at the pain shooting through her hands, she managed to get the car to pull up to the side of the road. In the middle of nowhere. “Great. Just great.”

Stranded in the middle of nowhere, no signs of life other than a few birds flying around in the air, she began crying. This wasn’t how her life was supposed to go like. It was meant to be her carrying her boyfriends’ child, not her sister. She was meant to be at home probably curled up on the couch with her cheating scumbag of a boyfriend watching some crappy show on the tv. But no, she’s currently in the middle of nowhere with a broken down car and no cell service whilst her sister is probably curled up on the couch with the cheating scumbag she happily opened her legs for.

It wasn’t fair.

An hour passed and not even a single car went pass. Then another hour went by, this time she kept her mind occupied by kicking the crap out of her car. The next hour that slowly trickled by Y/n walked around her car over and over again, then across the street and back again, even having a race with a snail in which she won against. Finding a stone she practiced her football skills, then she lost the stone. And then she began kicking her car again but this time imagining her sister and boyfriends faces - her car now sporting a huge dent.

The sun began going down being quickly replaced by the crescent moon, climbing on top of her car with her legs dangling against the door she laid back staring up at the sky. It couldn’t have been long when she heard a noise that she had never been more grateful to hear.

“Yes! Oh thank fuck!” she waved her arms in the air in hopes that the driver would stop and not ignore her, whilst also hoping that the driver wasn’t some crazed maniac.

“Oh thank you, thank you!” jumping off the car she went up to the truck as it pulled to a stop. “Hi, c-can you help me?”

“Of course we can help. My names Wanda and this is Vis, what’s yours?”

“Thank you, I’m Y/n. My car broke down and I have no cell service.”

“Oh, well we can actually help you with that” Wanda got out of the truck whilst Vis pulled the truck in front of her car. “He works at the garage not that far from here.”

“Really? You two are life savers”

“Yeah it’s half an hour away… wait, how long have you been out here for?”

“Half an hour?” Wanda nodded with a soft smile on her plumb lips. “Oh my God.” Y/n cried out. “I’ve been out here for like four hours!” Wanda’s eyes went wide, her lips pressing together tightly in a straight line. “You can laugh.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh along with the green eyed woman, she felt so stupid for not thinking about wondering off to find help instead of staying by her car. “You’re not from around here are you?”

“Leave me alone” she giggled.

“I’m sorry!”

“Is that why you are laughing?”

“… No”

Vis informs the two women that everything was set up and ready to go, in the truck with two strangers that seemed really nice Wanda asked her about herself which she answered carefully and selectively, Wanda told her that she and Vis were married and then told her about the people she would most likely meet at the garage. Vis chimed in telling her that one of them called Bucky would most likely be standoffish with her but it was just who he was.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, his middle name is Buchanan so he goes by Bucky.” Wanda informs.

Not even half an hour later they pulled up to the garage named The Avengers Garage. Wanda and Y/n got out so that Vis could pull the truck and car inside. “Come on, let me introduce you to the gang.”

Gaining the attention of the people that was sat/stood around, the first person to greet her was a beautiful red head named Natasha, then a very happy Sam introduced himself – going straight in for a hug. Then Clint – Wanda informed her that he and Nat were dating, then she was introduced to Steve. Everyone was so nice and warm to her, they were probably like that to everyone but that didn’t matter to her.

“This car is completely fucked.” She heard a deep yet soft voice come from behind her car. “Steve I’m going… h-hi.” He started then cut himself off when he laid eyes on her.

“Hi” she smiled at the gorgeous man in front of her.

The group all watched silently with amused looks on their faces as they watch Bucky standing there with a tint of red hue on his cheeks, a sweet smile on his lips and this woman that they had only just met doing the same thing.

“Bucky this is Y/n, Y/n this is Bucky” Wanda’s soft voice snapped them both out of their trances.

“Hi” they both repeated, the groups eyes rolling in unison.

“So Buck, what’s wrong with the car?” Steve then asked snapping them both out of their love sickening eye contact again.

Bucky's eyes find Steve’s and begins explaining the problems with the car, to Y/n it sounded like he was talking mumbo jumbo – having never paid any attention to what her dad would tell her when he tried showing her the ins and outs of a car. “And there’s a big dent in the side”

“Yeah… about that, uhm… that was me, I kind of kicked the damn thing.”

“Why?” Bucky chuckled. Everyone beside Y/n looking shocked at hearing the sound coming from him. It had been so long since any of them had heard anything other than a grumble fall from his lips.

“I was angry.” She shrugged with a small smile.

“Fair enough.” He chuckled once again. “I’ll be able to get the dents out.”

“H-How much would it all come to?” When Bucky tells her the amount he noticed the grimace flash across her face, asking him about the price without the dents being taken out – hating the way she stutters, and the way her cheeks heated up with embarrassment. “C-Can you just leave the dents? I’ll get it fixed at a later date”

“Of course” Bucky smiles in understanding. “It will take about two days to fix”

“O-Oh okay, thank you.”

Steve rolls his eyes at once again the love struck look in Bucky’s eyes, clapping his best friends shoulder motioning towards her car Bucky smiles once more at Y/n before following Steve. Once it was just Wanda and Y/n after Nat and Clint left to go and get some food and Vis doing something in the back Y/n asked Wanda where the nearest motel was.

“It’s not that far from here, it’s a bit rundown though.”

“That’s fine, I need a place to sleep until my car is fixed and then I can be on my way again.”

“I can take you there if you want?”

“I would really like that, thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem. I’m just going to get the keys from Vis.” Leaving her on her own, Y/n went to her car to get a few things from the back, apologising to the two men as she interrupted their conversation.

Thanking Wanda once again for everything that she had done for her, she walked up to the room that she had paid for. It was small and had a weird odour lingering in the air but it didn’t bother her, much. Climbing into the uncomfortable bed after changing into something comfy and doing her night routine, she fell asleep with the image of a certain brunette with piercing blue eyes.

Bucky just wanted to go home to Alpine – his precious white ball of fluff that he had found abounded on the side of the road when she was only six weeks old. He’d probably order some pizza and sit to watch some crappy show on the tv whilst having his little baby curled up next to him eating her treats. But no here he was still at work being told a new car was just brought in.

It wasn’t fair.

“This car is completely fucked.” He mumbled. “Steve I’m going… h-hi.” He started but finding himself cutting his words off when he laid eyes on her.

The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“Hi” her smile was just as gorgeous as the rest of her face and her voice.

He knew that the group was all watching as his cheeks heated up, and he knew for a fact that they were going to tease him later for it.

“Bucky this is Y/n, Y/n this is Bucky” Wanda’s voice snapped them both out of their trances.

“Hi” they both repeated, the groups eyes rolling in unison.

“So Buck, what’s wrong with the car?” Steve asked him making him reluctantly pull his eyes away from her.

He couldn’t help the chuckle leave his lips when she explained that the huge dents in the side of her car was due to her kicking it, god he loved her smile. He didn’t judge her for wanting the dents to be left in, seeing all the things in the car it looked to him like she had just upped and left wherever it was she came from, and he understood that money was probably tight, hell they had all been in that position before so therefore none of them was going to judge her.

The second Steve got him away from Y/n he just stood there and smirked. “What?”

“Nothing. Okay well there is something.”

“And that is?”

“’Hi I’m Bucky and I’m so in love with you Y/n, please marry me and have my babies’” Steve mocked before letting out a surprised yelp and ducking just in time as the tool that Bucky throws at him, hit him.

“You’re not funny.”

“What do you mean? I’m hilarious.” The dirt blond gasped dramatically. “What was all that back there?”

“What do you mean? I was just being polite to a customer”

“That’s the thing Buck, you’re never polite to customers.”

“Yes I am!”

“Liar. Okay, can I ask you another question?”

“You’re going to ask anyway”

“When is the wedding?” Steve chuckled then let out a pained groan as Bucky throws something at him, hitting him in his stomach. “You can’t keep throwing things at me!”

“I can if you keep being a dick. Now shut up and help me.”

“I thought she said to leave the dents?”

“I know but I can’t just leave them.” Bucky shrugs. “And don’t say anything!”

Both worked tirelessly until it got too late and fatigue and hunger started to set in. Since Steve lived across the road from Bucky they always drove to work together, Steve pulled up to his drive, saying his goodbyes to his best friend – not before he tormented him about his new girlfriend Y/n.

“She is not my girlfriend!” the brunette practically growled as he stomped over to his house. Instantly being greeted by Alpine, Bucky stood there imagining Y/n sitting on his couch in his shirt with a smile on her face, opening her arms for him to crawl into and complain about his day, running her fingers through his hair-

Alpine’s meow snapped him out of his thoughts, shaking his head. “She is not my girlfriend.”

“Please be Y/n’s room” Y/n heard a soft voice come from behind her door, just before a knock came.

“Hi Wanda” she smiled at the woman as she opened the door.

“Oh thank god! I’ve been knocking on all the doors to find your room”

Chuckling, she offered for her to come inside. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, how are you?”

“I’m good. How come you’re here? Is my car fixed already?”

“Well I came to see if you wanted to hang out? I could show you around town? And for your car, it isn’t done yet but I know Bucky's been working on it since seven this morning”

Seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, Y/n couldn’t find it in herself to say no so with a smile and a nod she grabbed her jacket and put her shoes on, making sure she grabbed her bag she locked the door and slid the key into her pocket. Wanda linked her arm with hers as they made their way down to Wanda’s car.

The town was small and it seemed like everyone knew everyone and knew that Y/n wasn’t from around there, they made it obvious by staring at her. Wanda showed her all the places her and the gang – as she kept calling them – had grown up, hung out and even showed her the alleyways that Steve use to get beat up in.

“Steve? The blond one, right?”

“Yep, he wasn’t always that big and muscly, Bucky would always find him and fight the bullies.”

Then Wanda showed her their former principles house that they covered in toilet roll. “Why would you do that?” Y/n chuckled.

“Sam dared Steve to do it, Steve passed the dare on to Clint who passed it to Nat who then passed it on to Bucky, and Bucky passed said dare back to Sam. Anyway, we all then agreed to do it so… we did”

“A dare?”

“Yeah, but to be fair we were drunk.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah it was only last year that we did it.” Wanda says. Y/n sat in the passenger seat looking at the woman waiting for her to say that she was joking. “I’m not joking either, we didn’t exactly grow up after leaving school.”

Half an hour later Wanda pulled up to a cute café that was on Main Street, promising her that they did the best hot chocolate in the world. Which she wasn’t wrong about.

“So” Wanda started, leaving the whipped cream moustache she was now sporting. “Where are you going?”

“Sorry?”

“Your car was packed full of things so I assume you’re going somewhere?”

“Oh, oh I uhm… I left my hometown. And now I’m trying to find somewhere else to call home”

“How come?”

“M-My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend cheated on me”

“The bastard! I hate him!”

“You don’t know him” Y/n laughed.

“I know I don’t but I hate him for hurting you like that, do you know who the bitch was? I’ll fight her if you want me too?”

Shaking her head. “It was with my sister, and no I don’t want you to fight her.”

“Your sister? Like half-sister?” Y/n shakes her head. “No? Step?” another head shake. “Jesus Y/n! That bitch! I hate her too!”

“She’s also pregnant with his baby” she smiled sadly at Wanda.

“Oh Y/n I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay I guess, it just hurts you know? I always wanted to have children with him but it wasn’t meant to be.”

“The way I see it is that she did you a favour, I know it hurts. My ex cheated on me but honestly it was the biggest blessing because Vis then gained the courage to tell me he was in love with me.”

“And you’ve been together ever since?”

“Yeah” Wanda smiled at her. “We dated for like six months before he proposed to me and then we got married on our one year anniversary, everyone kept telling us that we were mad and marrying to soon, aside from the gang they were the only ones who were supportive, but anyway here we are, four years into marriage and happier than ever.”

“I love that.” Wanda smiled, taking a gulp of her drink as they both settled into comfortable silence.

That was until a brilliant idea came to Wanda’s head. “Fuck Y/n! You should move here! The house down the street from mine is for sale, and it’s nice, me and Vis had a look around just because we wanted to see how different their house was to ours but anyway it’s for sale and it’s cute and most importantly it’s only down the road from me” she rambled with a huge smile on her face.

“I-I don’t know, I don’t exactly have a lot of money and with my car, you know?”

“I know someone is looking for a receptionist, I can get you a job there?”

“Who?”

“Me! I own a tattoo shop with Nat, and it’s just us two and Clint that works there and we really need a receptionist to take calls and all that shit”

“You’re really offering a stranger a job?”

“Well yeah, if you think about it every person I would have to interview is a stranger…”

“You got me there.”

“Do you know how to answer a phone?”

“Of course I do”

“Do you know how to use a pen? And how to write?”

“Yes, to both questions.”

“Well congratulations Y/n, you’ve got the job” Wanda beamed before she asked Mary for two more hot chocolates.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not”

“As serious as a heart attack. When can you start?”

“Wanda, dead serious?”

“Dead, dead, dead serious! So when can you?”

“Straight away! Thank you Wanda, thank you”

“We’re friends so you don’t need to thank me. Now we just need to think of a place for you to live.”

“I can just stay in the motel until I’ve saved enough money” she shrugs.

“Leave it with me, I’ll think of something better.”

After discussing more about what the job will entail and her wages Wanda dragged Y/n out of the café, she explained that Nat’s sister was the owner so therefore they never had to pay for their things. Dropping Y/n off at the motel with the promise that she would come back later, Wanda headed straight for the garage.

Bucky was in the backroom looking for the part he needed to fix Y/n’s car when he heard Wanda loudly ask where he was, grabbing what he needed he went out to where Wanda was. “What’s up?”

“You said you wanted a roommate, right?”

“That was ages ago?”

“Yeah and? Do you still want one or not?”

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it, just as long as they don’t hurt Alpine, why?”

Wanda grabs a hold of Sam’s arm and began jumping up and down, with a huge smile on her face. “I think I’ve found you a roommate!”

“Yeah? Who?”

“Y/n” Bucky’s face dropped. “I’ve given her a job at the shop and now I’m trying to find her a place to live and not her staying at that crappy motel like she wants.”

“I-no. Thanks Wanda but no”

“Why not?” she frowned.

“Because he’s in love with her” Steve laughed as he spun in circles on his chair.

“No I’m not!”

“She’s single.”

“Is she?” Steve and Sam burst out laughing at hearing the excited tone of his words. “She can’t live with me Wands, I don’t know her.”

“Her name is Y/n, she’s single, she’s really nice, what more do you want to know about her?”

“Oh wow, it’s like I’ve known her my whole entire life!”

“Exactly!”

“Wands, he’s being sarcastic.” Sam informed her, Steve nodding to confirm it. She had never really been able to pick up on sarcasm.

“Oh… right well I guess I have to find her somewhere else. Bye guys.”

Bucky instantly felt bad for his best friend, hating the way her whole behaviour changed along with her voice, handing over the items over to Steve he ran after Wanda. “I’m sorry Wands, I know you’re trying to help her and I didn’t mean to be sarcastic.”

“It’s okay. It’s just- I don’t know I just want to help her and she seems so nice and she’s been hurt and I don’t like that.”

“Who hurt her?”

“It’s not my place to say Buck”

“I understand. Hey why don’t you take me to her and I can ask her if she wants to move in with me?”

“Yes! I promise Bucky she won’t murder you in your sleep. Well… I hope she doesn’t.” Bucky chuckles at her words, getting into the car with her, she takes off.

Standing outside Y/n’s motel door they both looked at each other worriedly as they heard Y/n arguing with someone, who they assumed was on the phone as they couldn’t hear anyone else’s voice. Bucky gave her a questioning look when they heard her say about her own sister betraying her, he soon understood what she meant when Y/n shouted what she had told Wanda earlier that day.

“I’ve already told you mom that I don’t want anything to do with her, or that child. And as for her wanting my blessing to date him she didn’t ask me if she could fuck him when she was- no I don’t care- she isn’t my sister- they both can rot in hell for all I care, no, no you don’t get to interrupt me anymore, you want to stand by her then do it but don’t expect me to come back and ever forgive her. I’m done.” They flinch when they hear a bang against the door, Wanda instantly knocking on the door.

“Y/n, it’s Wanda!”

Hearing the locks unlock Wanda rushed straight in with Bucky following his brunette best friend who had the heart of gold, watching as she wrapped her arms around Y/n’s shaking form. He noticed a phone on the floor, the screen lighting up with ‘Mom’ on the call screen, he also noticed her phone screen cracked.

“I’m okay. I just got angry.”

“What happened?”

“My mom rang, she wants my blessing to date him.” She scoffs, leaning into Wanda’s hand as she wipes the fallen tears. “Oh, hi Bucky.”

“Hi.” Looking around the small room Bucky picks up her phone and declines the call from her mom, again. “Come on, lets’ get you packed up.”

“What?”

“Wait, do you like cats? She’s a complete softy.”

“I-I do, but what is happening?”

“Wanda said you need a place to live, I’ve got a house with two spare bedrooms so… you can live with me.”

“I feel like you two are pranking me.”

“Nope, come on.”

Not even ten minutes later was he sitting back in the car but this time with Y/n sitting in the back, and then twenty minutes later Wanda was pulling up outside his home. Alpine ran straight for Bucky, and then Wanda before sniffing Y/n’s leg, a happy purr was heard from the ball of fluff. As the women were distracted by his precious baby, he was looking around making sure his house was clean, thankfully the only mess around was Alpine’s toys laying around. Giving her a tour of the house, he showed her the room she would be taking, Bucky told them he needed to go back to work.

“Oh Y/n, welcome home.” He smiled warmly at her.

It had been six months to the day since Wanda and Vis found Y/n on the side of the road, she had become great friends with the gang - all welcoming her with open arms. Working at the tattoo shop that Nat and Wanda owned had been great fun, Nat had even showed her how to tattoo… which wasn’t so fun. The two women comforted her when she was tagged in an instagram post that her sister had put up announcing she was having a girl, both of them even commenting on the post – Nat’s comment was ‘really classy having a baby with your own sisters ex’, Wanda’s was ‘imagine sleeping with your own sisters boyfriend and getting knocked up by him and then tagging her in this photo.’ Both comments got way more likes then the actual post did. Her mom rang her telling her to tell them to delete the comments, Y/n laughed and put the phone down on her and finally blocked her parents, sister and ex’s numbers.

At first she thought she was overstepping by living with him but he kept waving her worries off. “I like having someone else to talk to.” He told her once. There was a few awkward moments they both shared since living together such as walking in on each other in the shower, or bath, or the time that Bucky had a woman over and the woman walked into Y/n’s room thinking it was the bathroom, the woman instantly hurling insults at the brunette accusing him of cheating, by the time either one of them got a chance to speak the woman was already on her way out of the house.

“I’m so sorry Bucky.”

“Why? I’ve never seen a woman move so fast before.” He burst out laughing, prompting her to join in.

But overall it had been great, the two learnt so much about the other, whenever they had a bad day at work the other would lend a sympathetic ear, they had grown close which terrified the both of them due to having been hurt in the past. She had found out that his ex-girlfriend had cheated on him after he had his accident which left him with his arm being amputated, he had only told her about this after she saw the scars he tried so hard to keep hidden from her.

“Are you coming tonight?” Bucky asked her as he came into the kitchen.

“Wanda’s asked me to and Nat said if I don’t she’ll beat me up.”

“Well you can’t come.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because only cool people are invited.”

“So why are you going?”

Gasping dramatically he squinted his eyes at her, he grabs his phone off the side. A few seconds later her phone pings.

Bucky: u r so rude.

“Really? Why did you just text me?”

Bucky: cus I’m no longer talking to u.

“Well technically you’re still talking to me.”

Bucky: from now on I’m not talking to u.

“You are so dramatic, isn’t he Alp, yes he is” she cooed at the fluff ball as she jumped onto Y/n’s lap.

Bucky: don’t bring our daughter into this!

Bucky: my daughter.

Bucky: don’t look at me like that!

Bucky: I meant MY daughter!

“But that isn’t what you said Jamie. It looks like OUR daughter loves me.” She taunted him, giggling at his death stare.

Bucky: fine.

Bucky: you gave birth to a cat.

“She got her hairiness from you.”

“No she didn’t!”

“I thought you wasn’t going to speak to me?”

“I- shut up and go and get dressed.” She let out loud laugh at his failed attempts at defending himself, even as she made her way to her room she couldn’t stop laughing. Bucky didn’t care that he had a huge smile on his face at hearing his favourite sound.

Bucky drove the two of them to the garage, it was relatively quiet aside from the radio quietly playing 80’s rock in the background. He couldn’t help but take small glances at her from the corner of his eye, her perfume was intoxicating as the smell filled his truck and his nostrils.

Tonight the gang was having a BBQ at the garage for some reason unknown to Y/n, she did ask Bucky why it wasn’t being held at one of their houses but he just shrugged his shoulders. Wanda instantly pulling her into a hug and handing her a nice cold beer. “How are you?”

“I’m good, though Bucky no longer speaks to me.”

“What! Why?”

“Because our daughter loves me more.”

“Wait… what?”

“She’s my daughter!” Bucky shouts from the boot of the car.

“Nope, you said ours so therefore I’m her mother.” Wanda watches the scene with a confused yet amused expression on her face.

Before long their bellies were warm, their laughter filling the air as they retold stories of their childhood, Bucky’s arm was wrapped around Y/n’s shoulder as her hand was on his thigh – if anyone saw them they would think they are a couple, especially with the way Bucky stared at her when her attention was elsewhere. She didn’t see them all share a look between them all, because when Bucky stood she nearly fell.

“The time is nigh, let us begin the ceremony.” Wanda says in an ominous voice. The hair on the back of Y/n’s neck stand up.

“Please stand Y/n L/n.” Steve then spoke.

Staring wide eyed with a hint of fear and panic behind them, she stood up on wobbly legs. “W-What’s going on?”

“You’ll find out in due time.” Bucky said from the side of her.

Wanda told Bucky and Steve to take her hands and to follow her. They led her further away from the garage and towards an old railway track that hadn’t been used in nearly fifty years, as Wanda had told her before, the panic began to rise more and more with each passing step. Her new friends were crazy and are going to murder her.

“We are gathered here on a dark night.” Nat started.

“We have an offer.” Sam went next.

Bucky and Steve let go of her hands and stood by the rest, once Wanda said ‘now’ they got down on their knees. “Will you be our friend?” Steve asked.

“Join our gang.” Wanda spoke.

“Be one of us.” Bucky smiled.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I thought you was going to kill me!” she shouted.

“No? Why would we kill you?” Bucky asked puzzled by her words.

“You all act weird and take me to an old railway track, I mean come on!”

“Oh yeah… it does seem a bit murdery feely.”

“Exactly!”

“Okay, not to get off topic, Y/n what do you say? Be an official member of our gang?” Wanda questions. “My knees are starting to hurt.”

“Do I get a cool jacket?”

“No but you do get a cool bracelet that we’ve made.”

Mulling the offer over, Y/n smiled and nodded. “Yes I’ll join your gang even though I thought you was going to kill me.”

Bucky had the honour of putting on the bracelet on her wrist, it was the exact same one that all of them wore on their own wrists. “Welcome to our crazy family.” He whispered.

Each of them hugging her before going back to the garage to carry on drinking. Y/n was about to follow until Bucky’s hand slipped into hers and tugged making her stop. He watched as the others got further away from them.

“Bucky?”

“I- I just want a few minutes alone, j-just the two of us.”

“Oh okay.” She noticed that he was still holding her hand, she was glad because she loved the warmth radiating off him.

“I really like you Y/n.” Bucky speaks after a few minutes of silence.

“I really like you too.”

“No, not like that. I mean... I mean I love you, I’m so fucking in love with you it’s crazy, you’re all I think about with your perfect smile and perfect laugh, man I really love your laugh! And you’re so perfect and honestly it drives me insane because you’re everything-“

Y/n cuts him off by pressing her lips to his.

“I love you-“

Bucky cuts her off by grabbing the back of her head, bringing her closer to him so he can carry on kissing her.

By the time they get back to the rest of them both of their lips were swollen and their cheeks were tinted red. Bucky sits in the seat and instantly pulls her on to his lap, both of them ignoring the cheering coming from their friends.

“It was about time you asked her out!” Steve cheered.

“Oh… shit yeah, Y/n will you be my girlfriend?”

They all burst out laughing a she nods. “Yes I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[yanxidarlings]

what's this? for once i am listening to a poll and not getting distracted by something entirely different?

fair warning this is probably my darkest yandere hp writing, reader goes through some shit (said shit being the slytherins shit) it's mostly just angst and misery with a hint of fluff (if you squint) honestly not that crazy about this, but i hereby present

YANDERE SLYTHERIN BOYS: NOT SLYTHERIN, AYE?

"remember, m/n, you have to do everything to be put into slytherin, no matter how it is the sorting works" draco levelled with m/n l/n, holding an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

breaking away from the blond's gaze, m/n let out a snicker "i don't know what you're so worried about, draco, i'm the most slytherin person i know!" internally, everyone who wasn't m/n sighed. it was no secret m/n wasn't exactly.. slytherin material. but neither was enzo, or goyle and crabbe for that matter. but they'd all end up in slytherin together anyway, right?.

swinging an arm over the other male's shoulder, enzo pulled m/n in close "we just have to act as slytherin as possible, it'll be a lap around the quidditch pitch getting sorted if we just think things like.. how wicked snakes are- especially green ones! and.." the brunet furrowed his brows as he paused to think. "and just say mudblood over and over again as well! that'll convince them for sure"

m/n laughed, wiggling out of enzo's grip. if only he had actually taken the advice, maybe he wouldn't be where he was now.

"ravenclaw" "hufflepuff" "gryffindor"

what did the hat even yell out? all m/n knows is that it wasn't slytherin. he sat motionless on the stool, gripping the edges, waiting to hear 'slytherin' yelled out.

"mr l/n, please make your way to the ravenclaw table" a stern voice spoke.

he looked up to see professor mcgonagall staring at him, indicating towards the ravenclaw table. "what, why?" he gave the old woman a confuddled look "that's you're house, mr l/n" the look of confuddlement had turned into pure shock "the.. over there?" when mcgonagall quickly confirmed yes his mouth went agape "are you sure? i.." he pointed towards the slytherin table, where the rest of his childhood friends had been sorted "whilst i'm not entirely convinced, the sorting hat is, move along child" ushering him off the stool and towards the ravenclaw table, mcgonagall quickly went to call out the next name as soon as he was down the steps.

taking a seat at the very edge of the table, m/n ignored the greeting from the boy sat next to him to stare over at the slytherin table. only lorenzo was looking over at him, the rest avoided his gaze.

the boy pinched his forearm, leaving a red mark. but he didn't wake up in his bed nor the slytherin dormitory.

looking down, he saw his robes had taken on the blue and bronze colours associated with the eagle house. his stomach dropped, the reality of the situation coming crashing down. m/n l/n's life was effectively over

• the next day at herbology, the ravenclaw first class that day with the slytherins, none of them acknowledged him. it stung. sure, the reader had heard of purebloods not getting sorted into slytherin and being alienated from their family and circle, but it was never supposed to happen to him!

• the invisible treatment, alongside the howler he received from his guardian was enough to make him cry in the owlery after curfew. where else was there to cry? his new dormmates were mudbloods out for his magic! and the prefects patrolled the halls at night. imagine the humiliation if weaslebee or whatever the ravenclaw prefect's name was saw him balling his eyes out?

• lorenzo spoke to him, for a little while. but he knew the boy's parents would nip that behaviour in the bud eventually. the prestigious heir of the berkshire family? associating with a blood traitor? m/n knew none of them wanted to be dragged down with him.

• for a little while, he thought they just needed time to adjust to him being in a different house. it was just a house? the day after ravenclaw beat the slytherin team in first year, all hopes of that came crashing down.

"draco!" m/n smiled as he came past malfoy in the halls, "can you believe wattle stole the snitch? she must have knocked it out of higgs hands, i swear he had it" quidditch was safe, right? m/n had never given a hoot about quidditch in the past, but if it meant getting back in draco and his gang's good books, call him a connoiseur.

malfoy shot m/n a glare "let's see you do any better then" he spat. crabbe and goyle had their arms folded, as if they were the blond's bodyguards.

the ravenclaw went agape before puffing his cheeks out, trying to think of something to say "i- i was just chatting" he folded his arms, not in the intimidating way crabbe and goyle were, as if to make himself smaller.

"you're pathetic, l/n, you think i'd want to be friends with a disgusting blood traitor. know what? i'm glad you got sorted into ravenclaw so i didn't have to find out the hard way, you would have taken us all down with you, wouldn't you?" draco sneered out, eyes narrowing.

m/n looked down, his face painted with shock "draco.. i swear i'm not a blood traitor, the hat got it all wrong!" there was no reasoning with someone like draco, who had been raised with the strict pureblood beliefs shoved down his throat.

oi!, a voice rang out from behind him, turning halfway, m/n saw a boy in slytherin robes that he had never met before "who's this" "who are you" m/n said in near unison with the stranger "he's no one, riddle, nothing but a worthless blood traitor"

with that, malfoy, crabbe and goyle pushed past m/n, and began chatting with the other boy- riddle.

• to say the first few years at hogwarts are hell for m/n is an understatement. it wouldn't be a surprise if he developed anxiety, depression and paranoia from the constant ridicule and bullying. every corner he turned, one of them was there, calling him foul names, telling him he's a disgrace to his family name.

• who would want to stick around and become a victim as well? no one. that's who m/n had, no one. they brought anyone who he spent time with the same hell. it wasn't even just insults, it was physical, from getting into petty fights with mattheo, to theodore using the levicorpus charm to give him a concussion.

• if he so much as looks one of the greengrass girls way, elio would pour one of snape's potions over m/n's head and then tell the professor that m/n had stolen the potion. if he got the best grade in any class, enzo would accuse the reader of stealing his work, although tom always seemed to be the mastermind behind it.

• there was this one time when a girl a year below him, luna lovegood, began hanging around him, declaring that they were now friends. but m/n knew better than to get used to it, and he was right. within a few weeks of the friendship, a rumour started spreading that m/n was sleeping with rita skeeter and shit talking the quibbler. lovegood never looked at him the same.

• not to mention, the situation at home only got worse. the house was no longer a home, if it ever was. everything he apparently 'did' at hogwarts got reported back to his parents, who disowned him in fifth year.

• m/n didn't return to hogwarts after the winter break when his name was burnt off the family tree.

the great hall was bustling with students, catching up with friends after the yuletide season. the 'best spot' on the slytherin table (where the roasted turkeys were) was dominated by what was best known as the 'slytherin gang'.

blaise was quiet, but when wasn't he? he only spoke when something needed to be said. eyeing the ravenclaw table for his favourite person to lovingly stare (glare) at, he saw no familiar face.

darting his eyes back and forth between the entry and the table, a solemn look crossed his dark features. "what's got you so pissed, mate?" theo leaned over, following zabini's gaze. blaise briefly made eye contact with theo before taking a bite of roasted potato

"i don't see him either" riddle, tom, to be exact, remarked. theo made an 'o' face, the name didn't have to be said for everyone to know who they were talking about. they spent their days thinking of ways to torment him, who else would they notice the absence of?

• nobody explicitly said they missed the reader, but actions speak louder than words.

• tom was the first to notice something was amiss. you couldn't waterboard the information out of him, but he couldn't stand not to know where l/n was. he honestly thought the bullying was a bit ridiculous, but as long as he was isolating the reader, he didn't care how it was done.

• he takes action the quickest, stalking the long halls, trying to determine whether or not m/n was just avoiding them.

• it became something of a group mission find out where m/n is. before, they were just possessive, but now, now they were becoming obsessed.

• when the darling finally returned to hogwarts after weeks of being MIA, all the torment, all the bullying, it just stopped. they were being nice which only scared m/n even more. five, even four years ago he would have eaten this up. but he knew better than to trust people now- no, he was straight up paranoid.

BLAISE ZABINI

• blaise was one of the only ones who truly believed m/n was a blood traitor. but he never gave up on him. in blaise's mind, the years of 'torment' was him helping show the reader the importance of blood purity and status.

• blaise won't apologise for what he did, not sincerely. it'll be more of a 'i'm sorry it took you this long to understand the point'. he truly thinks he was just molding the reader into the perfect future spouse for him.

• the reader has simply traded one hell for another with blaise. refuse to agree to the arranged marriage? won't spend time with him? then the reader truly must be a blood traitor.

• blaise has his softer moments with the reader, where he'll reassure them that he never actually hated them, that he didn't mean any of what he would say to them. but the damage is done.

• when it's his night with m/n, sometimes he'll be awoken at 2am to the sound of m/n getting ready for the next day. when he tried to open the door to the bathroom, he had never heard such a panicked "don't!" when he asked m/n why, "i'm not presentable yet" it broke his heart.

DRACO MALFOY

• draco had been encouraged by his parents- no, by his father, to put m/n in his place. now that he looks back at it, it had nothing to do with m/n, it was about making sure draco never even considered betraying his blood status.

• he engulfed the reader in a hug when he finally saw him on the way to class. whispering apologies, holding back tears. "i thought- i thought you had done something stup-" but he was quickly shoved off, m/n even mocked him for the tears.

• for the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to be in the readers position. merlin, he was a git, wasn't he? he'll spend his entire life trying to make up for it if he has to.

• what he couldn't handle was m/n rejecting his attempts at friendship. gosh fucking damn it just love him already, draco makes it clear that the bullying might be over, and he's really sorry it ever happened, but the reader is never allowed a life outside of the slytherins.

• people who interact with the reader are still targeted, leaving him as isolated as ever. at some point he might accept draco's offer of friendship, but he'd never be stupid enough to actually buy into that bollocks.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

• lorenzo was kind of like the readers guardian angel throughout his years of torment. he might have been a bystander, but he never directly took part in foul 'pranks' they'd pull on him. it hurt his heart to see m/n so misrable, but he had a reputation to uphold and parents to keep happy.

• whenever the chance would present itself, enzo would try and make m/n's day a bit better. he sent anonymous chocolates from hogsmede for a good while, until pollux and draco started calling m/n a pig when he'd eat them at dinner.

• but it was the thought that counts! and that's what enzo tries to tell m/n in fifth year. he got punched. m/n told him to get lost in the forbidden forest and to take the rest of them with him.

• time heals all wounds, enzo probably has one of the best chances of developing an actual friendship with the reader. but they all want more, especially enzo. who believes he has some sort of precedence over the others for being 'so good' to the reader when everyone else wasn't.

• he thought he was being slick, discussing the possibility of an arranged marriage with his parents. but blaise has made plans a while back, and tom had taken the dark mark with the promise that his father would oneday have m/n marry him.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

• mattheo is by far, by a long mile, the worst of them all. he used to cruciatus curse on more than once on m/n whenever he was in a particularly jealous or bad mood. objectified him based on his looks "i'd bash your face in but then i'd ruin the only thing you have going for you."

• he didn't even know the reader before hogwarts, he just saw the way draco treated m/n, felt a funny warm feeling, and decided that meant he hated the reader.

• but god forbid anybody else does what he does, mattheo sometimes even tells off the other slytherins, the ones he doesn't like (draco lmao) to back off. maybe if he took his own advice m/n wouldn't be as traumatised as he is.

• lost his shit when m/n didn't return in fifth year. felt like he was dying, it was then he realised that maybe m/n is more important to him than he thought.

• babies the shit out of m/n when he comes back- he tries to at least. offers to carry his bags, trys to sleep in his bed with him, patches up even a small paper cut. it's a startling contrast, m/n probably feels like he has to go along with it, or risk becoming mattheo's target again.

THEODORE NOTT

• theo wouldn't have gotten in on the bullying if it weren't for his father and the others encouraging him. he didn't do nearly as much as draco or mattheo, but was still considerably worse than blaise or enzo.

• he would always hover around m/n, using his robes, sometimes skin as an ashtray. always making some sort of sarcastic or witty remark. and he always had a glare that would sink though m/n's skull, leaving him constantly on the edge.

• even during the earlier years of hogwarts, theo would have moments of softness, where he dropped the hateful act. which is why he was the one m/n trusted the least when the torment finally stopped.

• m/n keeping his distance, emotionally at least, is what drives theo over the edge. instead of saying something demeaning when he gets like that, theo now has outbursts where he demands closeness: mattheo will often have to drag him out of the room.

• there's always an over the top apology, only for it to go horribly wrong when the reader doesn't eat it up. he drowns in self hatred and anger, wouldn't it be great it time turners could go back years and none of this happened?

TOM RIDDLE

• tom honestly thought the reader deserved the treatment they got at first. to be born with pure blood and to throw away the privileges that came with it so easily? absolutely disgusting.

• he used to mastermind the bigger plans, until he came to respect m/n's intelligence and strength. anybody else would have ended themselves by now, and he had never met anyone as intelligent as himself. of course at first he developed his own hatred towards the ravenclaw whenever he'd get the same or a higher score on a test than him.

• his attraction to m/n causes him to pull out of partaking in the bullying by around third year. he's got better things to do, like being the top of the class over the likes of an ungrateful blood traitor.

• his main motivation in helping his father resurrect was the power it would give him over m/n. once he became a loyal death eater, he would be rewarded with m/n. the readers feelings be damned, tom wasn't above the imperius curse, amortentia or the cruciatus curse.

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Saying You Hate Them

As a disclaimer, I'm going to say that these are reactions to you saying it and meaning it, not just being silly or dramatic. However, I'm also kind of assuming in most cases that this is NOT you saying "I am terminating our relationship entirely and this hate thing is a permanent situation."

The rest of the characters are below the cut.

Lucifer

"Very well. You're entitled to your opinion."

Depending on the situation, he might just shrug it off. It isn't like he hasn't dealt with his fair share of unfair whining from people who are upset with him. It would probably take a pretty emotionally charged situation for him to actually take you seriously.

In that case, he probably wouldn't quite know what would be best to do. He'd give you your space, but generally speaking, his demeanor wouldn't be significantly different. If things remain tense for more than a few days, he'll probably attempt to do the mature thing and sit down with you for a conversation to talk through your differences.

Mammon

"Pfft! No ya don't!"

Stage 1. Denial. You're so full of it. You couldn't possibly hate him, the Great Mammon, the first demon you ever made a pact with. You're just blowing off some steam. You'll get over it in a minute or two.

Stage 2. Anger. It's been a minute or two. You aren't backing down. Well, whatever! He isn't gonna sit around and let some whiny human talk shit about him! So he's going to maturely stomp to his room and maturely slam the door and maturely turn up some music obnoxiously loud.

Stage 3. Bargaining. Brooding has done whatever good it might have done, so he'll start to think of ways to change your mind about hating him. He's really an awesome guy, so it shouldn't be that hard. Obviously, the best way to let someone know you care is by spending money on them. So he'll go out on the town with a credit card and max it out on objects that are very pretty and shiny but really aren't your taste. (The fact that Mammon's taste is not the same as everyone else's taste mystifies him.)

Stage 4. Depression. The shopping trip having earned him nothing but abuse from Lucifer, he'll spend some time cooped up in his room and mope and sulk but definitely not cry, because how pathetic do you think he is? He ain't cryin' over one puny human!

Stage 5. Acceptance? Wait just a minute. You're so full of it. You couldn't possibly hate him, the Great Mammon, the first demon you ever made a pact with. He should stop sulking and go talk to you. Definitely not to beg you to forgive him or anything, but maybe if you squinted, it might look like that. Please don't hate him. Please?

Leviathan

"...I guess I should have known."

This is one of the choices that leads you straight to a bad ending. Ignoring him is one thing. Teasing him is another thing. Snapping at him when you're annoyed hurts, but he can justify it. But if you tell Levi you hate him, it will take a monumental amount of effort to undo that damage.

He'll probably assume you've always hated him, and that your friendliness was all an act. He won't be willing to take you at your word if you if you try and tell him that you didn't mean it, because how is he supposed to know that you aren't lying this time?

Satan

If he's (relatively) calm:

"You don't actually mean that. You sound like a child."

His reaction is a little bit like Lucifer's in this case; he'll leave you alone for awhile and not try to keep up the conversation. He won't really believe you actually hate him either. But he is a lot more insecure than Lucifer, so there's a part of him that nags at him... What if they actually hate you? He'll probably be irritable and difficult to approach when those thoughts are especially prevalent. Unfortunately, this is the sort of situation where Satan is immobilized by conflicting thoughts on what's going on, so it will probably be up to you to start a conversation and talk about whatever happened.

If he's very angry:

"Get out of here if you don't want to get hurt."

Whether that's a threat or a warning can be up to interpretation. I imagine that, as the Avatar of Wrath, there's a part of him that feeds on hate, so if Satan was a different sort of character, he'd say something like 'You fool! You're only increasing my power level!' But Satan being Satan, he'll spend some time in whatever room you've left him in and trash it before he calms down, feels extremely ashamed, sulks and/or broods for awhile at a complete loss for how to fix things without rolling over and looking completely pathetic, and, quite possibly, works himself up into another burst of rage from sheer frustration.

Ultimately, he'll probably be more comfortable talking things out through texts than in person (or starting the conversation with a text, then speaking face to face).

Asmodeus

"Hahaha... What...?"

He won't believe you for a second! Partly because, silly, of course you don't hate him, but also because his worldview does not allow for the possibility that someone he cares about might hate him. If he even considers the possibility that you might possibly, hypothetically mean it, he's in for an entire, earth-shattering identity crisis.

If you don't apologize pretty quickly or at least amend the statement to something he can accept, Asmo will head up to his room and hole up in there for awhile, obsessively tracking his social media accounts and pampering himself in the bathroom. You're lying, though. Look at this face! It's impossible to truly hate a face as beautiful as his.

Beelzebub

"Oh... Sorry..."

First he'll look like a deer in the headlights, and then he'll look like a kicked puppy. If he understands what led you to say this, he'll try and fix it, but if he doesn't, he will... (Select an answer below.)

A) Play video games with Levi. B) Go clubbing with Asmo. C) Eat. D) Learn to break dance.

If you guessed C) Eat, then you've been paying attention during your Obey Me! lessons.

And honestly. Honestly! Why would you say something like that? Maybe he's not your favorite brother, but we all know it's simply not possible to actually hate Beel. We all know you're full of it. So knock it off.

Belphie

"...Beel, did you hear something?"

Yep, Belphie is going to pull out all the pettiness he can scrounge up. He believes that the best defense is a good offense, and he's a pro. He'll act haughty and unbothered, ignoring you and looking entirely unbothered between sulking sessions under the covers.

Pettiness aside, you have, knowingly or otherwise, tapped into a source of deep anxiety in your relationship with Belphie. He has not forgotten the whole...incident that took place when you freed him from the attic. He knows that, reasonably, you probably should hate him, and it's amazing to him that you don't seem like you do.

Once tempers have cooled, it might be worthwhile to talk over what happened back then, just the two of you. It was pushed aside too quickly, and you both probably have things you wish you'd said.

Diavolo

"It seems I've upset you. Please know that I never meant to offend you."

He'll see that you're angry with him and give you your space, but he won't be as torn up about this as some of the others. Why? He simply won't believe you.

He has seen your soul, and it is not the soul of a hater.

Barbatos

"Oh?"

Yeah, get in line. Considering the amount of time travel shenanigans this guy has probably pulled, I have no doubt he has amassed more than his fair share of enemies. More than that, he already knows this is just you blowing off steam. Like Diavolo and Lucifer, this is just water off a duck's back.

Although, depending on how irritated he's feeling at the time of the incident, he may or may not wear a smirk as he gives his noncommittal response. Barbatos might be the man with the multiverse in the palm of his hand, but he is not above being petty. Watch your back for a few days.

Solomon

"Ah... It seems I've hit a nerve! I think I'll give you some time to cool down."

He'll back off and leave you to manage your anger in peace. Then he'll settle in to focus on some project or another that requires his undivided attention. He doesn't want to deal with all the unpleasantness that your words stirred up. Honestly, didn't he get past this sort of thing a few centuries ago? What's a little spat between friends? You don't actually hate him; not after all he's done for you. He can't possibly be feeling insecure...?

Nope, all he's feeling is itchy because of the toxic gas that's starting to pour out of his cauldron. He should open a window.

The Angels

I can't even do Simeon and Luke, because they'd both just be so confused and sad that I'm not sure where I'd go with it besides scolding you for being a bully. You don't just say "I hate you" to angels who are either extremely sweet and attractive or actual children.

[gemini-sensei]

Part Two of this Post - inspired by @sensei-venus CW: angst, bully targeting weight and body image, slapping, and crying.

What if after thinking about her best friends (secret crushes) so much, Reader can't finish the movie. But instead of dragging herself to her room, she decides to go to the party. She knows where it's being held, it isn't that far from her house. She's still in her costume...

Before much more thought can be put into the idea, she finds herself walking down the street. She's three houses down when she hears the music and sees all of the cars lining the road.

There are people in costumes coming in and out of the place, laughing and drinking and having a good time. No one questions her as she makes her way up to the door or when she walks inside. She wasn't invited but no one stops her from joining. It's loud and there are lights flashing and people dancing. The house itself is already a wreck, but no one cares. Everyone is having fun.

She mills around the place, seeing people she recognizes and others she doesn't. Kids from other schools have shown up to drink and eat food and hook up with people. That's what parties are for, right? So what the Hell am I doing here?

It isn't long before someone in a devil's mask stops her. He jumps out and scares her, laughing at her reaction. She tries to shrug it off with a scoff, but the guy is jeering at her. And she knows that voice. It's tormented her for years.

Kyler lifts the mask and laughs in her face. He points at her. "Ay yo, you shoulda seen the look on your face! You looked like you were about to shit yourself!"

"You're so gross," she tells him, shaking her head. She tries to walk around him so she can ignore him for the rest of the party - she might just go home. But he stops her by blocking her path.

"Hey, wait wait wait, what are you supposed to be, a witch?" he asked, checking out her outfit. He snickers and she knows an insult is coming. "More like a fat bitch!"

It shouldn't hurt anymore, she's been through it a million times before. At least that's what she thinks, that she shouldn't be affected by it anymore, but the tears spring up anyway. She tries to wipe them away before Kyler can see them, but he does and he starts laughing.

"Aw, c'mon don't be a baby, Reader. You're always so soft," he mocked, poking her doughy stomach. She recoils from him, but he just keeps jeering her, tormenting her like the perpetual child that he was. "Y'know, if you lost some weight you might look half decent. I might even sleep if you."

She let out a wretched noise between a scoff and a sob. "Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?"

"You should want to sleep with me," he says smugly. "No one else is going to want to since you're such a pig."

She slaps him across the face, fed up with his bullshit. She cries hard, letting out the pain and frustration. As he holds his cheek and looks up at her, she backhands him to get a good hit on his other cheek. One of the rings she wore to go with her costume caught his skin and cut his face, a little blood trickling down his cheek.

"Go fuck yourself," she spit at him and turned to leave.

People who just witnessed the awful things he said to her and her retaliation move out of her way. No one offers to drive her home, only watching the tears streak down her face. It only makes her feel worse, opening her eyes to the fact that she actually came to the party friendless and alone. It sucks.

She gets halfway across the lawn when she hears someone running after her. "Reader! Wait!"

She doesn't know why she stops, but she does. She turns to find another masked figure following her. He's wearing a Jason Voorhees costume and carrying a prop machete. It's dark in front of the house, with all of the lights and action going on inside or in the backyard and anyone else would have a problem seeing who it is.

He stops in front of her.

"What do you want, Eli?"

"How'd you know it was me?" he asks, pulling the mask up. He looks at her tear-streaked and sad face.

She gestures to his costume. "You have a pattern with Halloween costumes. I didn't expect you to stray away from that. It doesn't matter, though. You can go back to your party."

She turns to leave, but he takes her hand into his, stopping her.

"You don't have to leave. You-"

"No, no it's fine. I don't even know why I came to this stupid party." She pulls her hand away from him. She wipes her eyes but the tears keep falling. "I don't know what I expected. This isn't some stupid movie where I can come to a cool party and things get magically fixed between us. So I'm going home. Don't stop me."

And he doesn't. He watched her walk down the sidewalk, unsure of what to do. He feels the tear in his heart reopen, or maybe it had never healed at all, but he can't deny how much he misses her. He slips his mask back down and hides the tear that falls down his cheek.

Reader cries on the walk home, pushing herself into her house when she arrives. She breaks down, running up to her room to hide from the world.

Maybe she should have just gone to bed to begin with...

[killerlookz]

Hey, little late to the party, just wanted to say It Can’t Be That Easy was such a banger!  It really made it clear to me how much guilt Joost has. Like, you were telling us this whole time, especially in No Going Back, but now I really gEt it. Legit didn’t know I could read bro comforting reader about hickies he got from another girl and still be like awwww he cares about them so much����

Can’t stop thinking about how Joost is so sweet and caring for drunk reader while Michael is such a dick about them drinking at all. 

When he says stuff like "You deserve this. And more, just sorry I'm showing you that so late." it makes me think him and reader could be less toxic if they got back together. Idk maybe I’m crazy. It’s written that both of them contributed to their problems but that Joost seemingly did so a little bit more. Are you hinting that he’s learning? That he wants to do better? That the process of breaking up and the messy extended ensuing events of the series are all a learning process?? The process they need to learn they want to be better to each other (and that there is no one else they want to be better for 👀)???  Or am I delulu and it’s all just about guilt? 😂

Praying that Joost learns to communicate exactly what he’s actually thinking🙏

If you cant tell, I’m one of those people who always wants happy endings so perhaps just ignore me. Only you know what the vision is. I just want the best for these hoes. Maybe they can find a less toxic way to be around each other if they really can’t stay away😩😂

Also, I’m guessing Lina wasn’t so happy he took reader home😂 Is he seeing Lina and/or other people during the rest of the series too? Curious 🤔 (even if he was making out with her in the bathroom he did nOt want to meet her friends and did nOt want to leave the couch to go dance with her later so I wonder how much she is just a distraction from how crushed he is and it doesn’t last)

Man, I keep thinking even if reader’s relationship with Joost was toxic Michael is so much worse wth. The cuck chair in every hotel room was designed specifically for Michael.

This was long. No need to respond. Just needed to flail at you. Heartbeat! au has me by the throat.

P.S. If a mf talked about me like I wasn’t there like Lina did about reader on the couch there would be a physical altercation. Reader is strong.

P.S.S. ‘You peek your head from the room, then step out, feeling like a child walking to your parents bedroom to tell them you just threw up.’ Is hiLARious 😂

P.S.S.S. ‘“Not worth crying over. Wasting tears." The idea of wasting tears had never made much sense to you, what were you meant to save them for? Something important? This was important, Joost was important, your relationship was important- and you had ruined it. That was worth crying over.’      You are KILLING me dude

P.S.S.S.S. ‘You had thought things were supposed to get better after breaking off a toxic relationship, not worse.’ Is DEVASTATING WTFFFF this could be the tag line for the entire series I swear

thank you so much for your inbox this is so sweet 😭 thank you for taking the time out of your day to write all this omfg i love reading everyone’s thought so <333

yes joost is SAURRR guilty thru this whole series … like …. sooo guilty …. so so guilty … poor little guy :-( or not poor guy … maybe he shouldn’t have fucked up the first time … oops

- as for joost seeing other girls throughout the series … well this does take place in his “fuckboy” era so…… 😇

- THE CUCK CHAIR IN EVERY HOTEL ROOM WAS DESIGNED FOR MICHAEL??? im fucking dead plssss 😭

- hmmm…. altercation between lina and reader… much to think about!

anyways thank you for your kind words <333 mwa

[tubbypeddle]

hii, I'd like a matchup for percy jackson and one piece please! (I'm using the previous person's request as a template sorry)

I’m a 5’9 girl, have brown skin, dark brown eyes, and curly/coily, brown hair. I have an athletic/rectangle-type body. I usually wear jorts/cargos and graphic tees when I feel masc. I love to wear crop tops and shorts when I feel more feminine.

im bisexual with a preference for men

im usually an extrovert on most days, especially with people I know, but sometimes I'm more introverted. i like to push myself to be a better version of me. i love adventuring, but I also enjoy relaxing a lot. i have a creative and active mind and I talk a lot. i love listening and debating on topics I enjoy.

i dislike people who are rude just to be rude/rude because they think its cool. people who give backhanded comments or gossip. i hate feeling overwhelmed or overstimulated, or just feeling tired in general.

irrational fear of heights lol. but really, im scared of not having a good future, and everything going wrong after college.

my hobbies are, reading, traveling, sports, writing, games, and baking

i love hugs and quality time with people I love, whether that be going out or just chilling at home.

what i prefer in a partner is someone who will be there for me when I struggle and feel overwhelmed. someone willing to be there for comfort, but also someone who isn't afraid of communicating their own feelings.

i think that's it, thank you!

okay so. ignore that this took even longer than it normally would.

because.

if you mention it, I might genuinely crash out

anyway.

(author's note: credits to gif owners, I do not own them. again, I literally cannot apologize enough, I am so sorry these are taking so long.)

It's shocking news. To hear that you're a demigod. The child, of a Greek myth.

Yeah right.

But, you suppose it would explain all the strange things that happened to you in your childhood. Apparently all of those myths that Mr. Brunner told you in school were real.

Because your best friend has goat hooves for feet???

He takes you to Camp Half-Blood, which your (apparently) satyr friend says is the only place safe for demigods like you. Almost everyone is shocked to meet you, especially because you're much older

He takes you to the Hermes cabin, where you'll stay until your Godly parent claims you.

And there, you meet

Travis Stoll

Now it may not be obvious at first, but let me explain.

He's one of the two head counselors for the cabin. Him and his brother personally get you situated into Camp life.

Connor finds you fun and polite enough, but it's Travis who has a crush on you.

It's like at first sight with you.

Connor and Travis have rather different types in women they like, which is why I personally see you with Travis more than Connor.

Connor likes girls who are softer. Maybe a little more "delicate". Girls who giggle at his every joke.

Travis likes his girls a little more athletic, of which there is no shortage of in Camp Half-Blood. He likes girls who are strong. Girl where he doesn't have to worry about them being hurt when he isn't around.

At first though, he doesn't even think his crush will go anywhere. He just likes to admire you from afar.

He's much too busy as a year-round Head counselor. Let alone, the replacement head counselor of a camper gone rogue.

The day his crush on you goes somewhere is when he finds you breaking down in a corner of the Hermes cabin. Your godly parent is just taking forever to claim you. You feel unwanted. Abandoned. Alone.

Now, this is nothing new to Travis. It's like a demigod's rite of passage into Camp Half-Blood.

Doesn't make it any easier to see someone else feeling the same way he did once upon a time.

He comforts you as best he can. He lets you scream and cry, or he lets you throw things around, if that's how you handle things.

And when you're done with your crying, he offers ways to get your mind off of it. Sparring, or drawing with you. Reading whatever textbooks the Big House has.

He even tells you about his own experiences with the gods. His own quests he's been on, big or small. He tells you about how his father claimed him. He isn't afraid of being vulnerable with you, even though all of his instincts are yelling at him to be paranoid.

From there, your friendship becomes something more. You find yourself looking for him whenever either of you have free time.

Since you enjoy active activities just as much as quieter ones, it's rather lucky Travis is the one who likes you. He's the same way.

He doesn't read as much, because even though all the books in Camp Half-Blood are written in Greek, he just doesn't like reading. But he'll listen to you read. He likes listening to you read aloud. Or even if you don't want to do that, he'll probably whittle away at a piece of wood while you draw.

His main love languages are quality time and acts of service after all. This is how he shows you he likes you.

It's very lucky that neither of you enjoy gossip. Travis hates rumors and all that what have you. It's a big reason why he doesn't get along with a lot of the Aphrodite kids.

His favorite dates with you are when you two go out and do something active. Preferably when you two can leave the camp. Not far, probably not even out of Manhattan.

He just wants to take you out to do something fun, that will leave memories that the two of you can cherish for a lifetime.

Honorable mentions!

Frank Zhang

You're actually pretty close to his canon romantic interest type. At least, what I'm imagining, based on your description. He also likes quieter activities, while still enjoying more physical things, too. You two would spend a lot of your time together since you enjoy many similar things. I just felt he'd be too obvious of a choice. (and also, he's from Heroes of Olympus, technically, and I didn't know if that's what you were also looking for.)

What a lovely dive into the world of Percy Jackson!

Now, it's time to move on from the world of gods and demigods, and into the world of pirates and giants.

You're sailing the Big Blue. Whether as a pirate or military, doesn't matter.

Either way, it's

Koby

He meets you by chance. Most likely while he's infiltrating a pirate's ship.

He finds you, probably being held hostage. And he rescues you.

He's enamored by you when you two first meet. He finds himself wanting to keep in touch with you after he's rescued you from the pirates, whether or not you are a pirate yourself.

He's proved before that he doesn't care about where you stand on that front. He just wants to hold your hand.

At first, he tries to get your attention by leaving you gifts. Anonymously, of course.

Training under Garp may have given him confidence in himself, but not confidence in his courting skills.

He leaves you little things like seashells he found along the beaches he came across that reminded him of you. Little flowers he came across while patrolling a town. Chocolates, if you're into those.

(He's getting all of his ideas from romance novels)

It takes him a long time to muster the courage to tell you who's leaving you those gifts.

Should you decide to accept him, I promise you that he's a great boyfriend.

He's attentive, and kind, and gives you everything that you want whenever he's able to. (His love languages are gift giving and quality time)

He makes time in his schedule for you. All of his vacation days are used up just for your dates.

He also enjoys just listening to you talk. He enjoys debating with you, just because he likes hearing your opinions and thoughts, even if sometimes he doesn't agree.

Also, he adores your style. Honestly, what someone wears isn't the first thing that catches his attention about people he's attracted to. It's their determination and their willpower that draws him in.

But he thinks you look cute in everything you choose to wear. Whether it be your crop tops and shorts, or your tanks and cargo jeans.

Really, he's just completely enamored by you.

Out of everyone, Koby is probably the most emotionally competent. At least, in the navy, he is. It's not often that you two have arguments. You understand that he does his best to make time for you, and he's very amenable to understanding you and how you work.

So when you two do get into arguments, Koby makes it a point to never raise his voice, no matter how frustrated he gets. He listens to what you have to say and is careful to change his behavior should he find you correct in what you're saying.

Relationships are a lot of work, but it's nothing he's not willing to do.

Honorable mentions!

Luffy

It's not that I thought he was obvious, although it was an obvious choice to me. It's that I think he might not be able to sit down for too long to have those long kinds of conversations that you seem to love. He's too hyper, he has to be doing something always. (and also he'd eat all your food)

I hope you enjoyed it 🥺

[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (8)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Acts

Genre: Angst / SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.8K

8. Battlefield

“What do you think about this dress Casper?” she models the retro halter dress and her matching wedges, in front of the siren

“I think you look nice, amazing really. It fits you very well,”

She smiles “It fits me well?” she lowers the pitch of her voice and bends over to be face-to-face with him as he sits

“Yeah! Like your waist,”

Voe leans on the arm of the chair “Where else does it fit me well, Casper?”

Alastor glances at them from the kitchen, listening to their conversation

“Um everywhere?”

“Goddamn it Casper!” She laughs, still bent over

“What? What did I do?” he laughs with her

“I’m trying to be sexy!”

He covers his face with his hands and laughs “Well then you look very sexy,”

“Do I? Or are you just saying that?”

“You look great,”

“Thank you, Casper,” She leans in and gives him a quick kiss

Alastor cleared his throat “Please refrain from public displays of affection! If you feel the urges, keep them to yourself! Perhaps in your room?”

Casper clears his throat as well “Sorry,”

“No, don’t apologize to him.” She turns toward Alastor “Why can’t you just ignore it?”

“Because you’re right in front of me,”

Voe crosses her arms “Um, no. You’re in the kitchen, we’re in the parlor,”

“And I can still see the disturbing view,”

“Why are you looking?”

“Because I am allowed?”

“But there’s nothing over here that would interest you, so why look?”

Alastor smirks “You’re right, absolutely nothing important over there,”

“Maybe we should go,” he starts to stand

“No, hold on,” she walks over to Alastor, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, there’s nothing important over there. Nothing ‘pretty’ either,”

She squints “Are you trying to insult me?”

“I’m just remembering something you said last night. Or perhaps the crack clouded your memories?”

She blushes “What are you talking about?”

“Aw, I guess you don’t remember. This is why you shouldn’t do drugs kids!” He stands his cane down “Perhaps contain your emotions before doing any substance? Wouldn’t want you coming up to my room, balling your eyes out about my ‘hating you’? Or something along those lines,”

“If that did happen, I didn’t mean it,”

“I honestly don’t care what you did or didn’t mean. Next time you wish to get emotional, maybe disturb someone else,”

She walks back over to Casper “Sorry you had to see that,” 

“It’s okay. he talks to everyone like that. He likes to keep to himself,”

“Don’t excuse him,”

“It’s whatever, he’s an Overlord. Can’t really do much about them,”

“I’m not scared of him,”

“You’re also an Overlord,”

Voe smirks “Not yet,”

Casper shrugs “Then I guess you’re just cool,” he smiles

Voe bangs on Alastor’s door once more. This time being sober, she was not crying, not emotional, and not about to spill her guts. She banged furiously, so loud she was sure all the other guests could hear.

“Alastor! Open this door!” she balls up her fists, pink energy clouds appearing around them as she punches the door open with her bare fist. She sees Alastor reading in one of his armchairs. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Ugh, here we go again. Does my peace mean nothing to you?”

“Not at the moment, no,”

“Don’t worry, perhaps I’ll record this so you can remember it next time,”

“I’m not high,”

“So you’re drunk?”

She furrows her brow “No,”

“Oh. What?”

“You constantly shadow away and leave any conversation before we get to the meat of things. Why? It’s rude!”

“I don’t want to have a conversation with a child,”

She laughs sarcastically “Woah buddy, you’re the child here!”

“Yes, I’m the child. When I’m trying to read and you bust through my door,”

“Because you won’t talk to me and I’m sick of it,”

“Oh my, are you sick of it? Oh no!” 

She nods “Yes, I am sick of it,”

“What are you going to do about it, cry?”

Voe growls at him

“Oh, should I get ready for impact?” He flutters his eye

“I want to punch you in the face,”

“Haven’t you made that threat before?”

“NO, I said I’d slap you, and I did,”

“Oh well, punch away,” he bites his lip in anticipation

Voe revs up and launches her fist at Alastor, who catches it in his palm “Oop, caught you. I’m not going to allow you to hurt me whenever you like,”

She pulls her arm, but his grip is solid “Let me go,”

“Or what? Are you going to use the other hand?” she pulls and pulls “Listen to me Vera, you may be an adult, but you are a child,”

“That makes no sense!”

“And you will always be a child,”

“I am not a child!” she screams, launching the other fist at him, which he also catches “You’re a piece of shit Alastor,”

“I may be a piece of shit, but you will always be a traitor to me,” he’s barely smiling at this point “I guess you would make a good Overlord,”

“You damn right I would, I could probably replace you,”

He chuckles “No child is replacing me. I’d kill before they could,”

“Then kill me, do it. DO IT! DO IT! YOU WON’T! YOU WON’T YOU KNOW WHY? YOU WANNA KNOW WHY ALASTOR?” She smirks “‘Cuz I’ve got you pussy whipped, you can’t do shit to me, right? Because you care about me? That’s why you’re still mad about being dumped,”

In that second Alastor slammed her against his wall, his hand around her throat “I care for no one,” he spits His fingers trail under her dress, ripping down her panties, her cunt and its wetness feeling the cool air.

“You think that just because you’re smart, pretty, and oh so alluring” he enters a finger on each adjective, his thumb landing on her clitoris on the last “That you get to disrespect me? You’ve gotten too comfortable ma cherie,” he narrows his eyes and begins pumping his fingers into her cunt forcefully, jerking her body up and down “Who do you think you are? I have the power here, not you!” He speaks through his teeth

“I’m…Voe” she speaks between moans at the intrusion of his long slim fingers ”the fucking Beau little bitch, and I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky don’t I? Ffffff-fuck! Uhh!” His thumbs trailing quick circles around her clitoris “Say yes mommy,” she gives him a devilish grin. He squints in response yanking her legs toward him and attacking her cunt with his mouth. Nibbling on her thighs and sucking on her clit. He pushes her legs up over his shoulder and licks up her entrance. 

“Say it!” she growls

“Never,” he growls back rocking her hips back and forth on his face. Alastor holds her by her hips as she holds him by his antlers and hair. He squeezes her ass, keeping her in place as he explored her insides with his long tongue.

“You know I’m Mommy, didn’t you want to give me your soul?” she grunts in pleasure “If someone didn’t already own it that is.

Alastor’s claws went deeper into the skin of her ass, drawing streaks of blood that went down her thighs as he attacked her clit with his mouth.

“Yes, give it to Mommy,” she says while he’s unable to respond “Yes yes! Fuck! Ugh fuck Alastor!” she smirks, breathing heavily as she cums on his face. 

He removes himself from between her legs, her slick covering his face and her cunt reintroduced to the cold air.

“Have a good night,” he says, licking her slick off his lips

Voe bends down and picks up her panties “I’ll just take these, so you don’t snatch them,” she says, slightly out of breath.

She walks out of his bedroom, the scent of her core wafting all over his bedroom.

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“What the fuck?”

Voe bum rushes Angel later that morning “Do you smell me?”

“Uh, what?”

“Do you smell me?”

“Uh, no!”

“Okay great,” she lets his arm go

The reason she questioned Angel was because she was unsure if people could smell her vagina, seeing as how she was wearing no underwear. This wasn’t a choice to be sexy, but when she had woken up, there were no panties in her drawer. Absolutely none, forcing her to go commando. And she only knew one panty thief in this entire Hotel.

She approaches him and forcefully turns him around

“Panty thief,” she whispers

Alastor gasps “I don’t know what you mean,”

“Do you know what you’ve made me do?”

“No, what have I made you do?”

“I am basically naked under this dress,”

He looks intrigued “Oh..how is that my problem,”

“It’s your problem because you have my panties,”

“Me? That doesn’t sound like something I’d do,”

She crosses her arms “You did it last year,”

“Hmm that must’ve been a different Alastor,”

“Alastor I’m serious,”

“Look at the time, better get downstairs, Charlie is about to have her morning activity,”

Voe grabs his arm before he shadows away, forcing them to appear in the parlor together,

“Aww look at you guys, ready for activities!” Charlie raved

“Oh she is, I’m not.” He turns to Charlie “You might want to put something down, she might leak,”

Voe turned her head slowly, staring at Alastor with a look sharper than a thousand daggers

“Ta ta!” he says, before shadowing away

“What does he mean Voe?” Charlie questions

Voe looks away “I’m not really sure,”

“Okay! Let’s do an activity!”

The arguing with Alastor only became more heated as time went along. She often found him sitting with Bean when he had free time, either teaching her creole or playing some hand game, either Numbers or Miss Mary Mack, that sort of thing. She saw this often, and the more and more it happened the more enraged Voe became. How was it that he was upset that she had elected to no longer be his partner, yet he made no attempts to speak to her or to win her back? He instead spent time with another sinner that he had no direct ties to, as if she was more important than Voe was. When she walked past them again, she’d had enough. She bends down and sets her elbows on the couch, only inches away from where their hands were moving. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two, Bean seeming to sweat a little more everytime Voe’s eyes moved back to her. They cease the game for a moment and Alastor turns to the doe.

“Can I help you?” he asked with a raise of his eyebrow

Voe shakes her head “Oh me? No, of course not. Don’t mind me. I’m just watching your little oh-so important handgame,” she wiggles her fingers

“You’re just jealous because you’re not as good as me,” he smirks

Voe slams her hands down on the back of the couch, “What?! I am so better than you!”

“Sure you are,”

“What you wanna go?”

Alastor laughs “I’d rather not, my dear. I’d hate to make you cry,”

“I’d so love to make you cry right now,” she mumbles before jumping over the couch between him and Bean “Come on, let’s go,” she puts her hands up

“No, that’ll give you what you want,”

She smirks “A win? Fuck yeah,”

“And to see me fail,”

“If that’s what it takes for me to win, then yes,” she grinned devilishly “Also you just admitted that I’m better than you,”

“I don’t play to win, I play for fun,”

“Spoken like a loser,”

Alastor scoffs “I don’t lose. Especially not to someone with large ears like yours,”

She’s taken aback “What?

“Your enormous ears!”

“What? You cannot be serious!”

“Your head is more ears than face!”

“Your ears are bigger than mine! And they’re made of hair!! What the fuck is that about? And don’t get me started on your pencil neck!”

“You have dots on your skin, everywhere,”

“They’re called ‘freckles’ genius! And so what?”

“So what is that…is that….YOU’RE A CHILD!”

“AND YOU’RE A BABY!!”

“THEN I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU A PEDOPHILE!”

“WHAT?”

“HEAD OVER TO PEDOPHILE PLAZA, THERE’S TONS OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU THERE!”

“YOU’RE SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT!”

“AND YOU’RE A TRAITOR,”

Cherri and Angel watch from the couch “50 bucks says they’re gonna fuck,” she leans over and whispers

“100 says they’re not!”

“I’ll take that bet!”

“YOU’RE JUST MAD YOU GOT DUMPED!”

“AND YOU’RE JUST UPSET THAT I DON’T TRUST YOU!”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

“I DON’T CARE!!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T CARE?!”

“YOU’RE OVER HERE PLAYING HOUSE, YOU’RE NOT HER FATHER ALASTOR!!”

Alastor tries to dissipate, but Voe grabs his wrist.

“Let me go,” his voice is icy and his eyes are bright

“NO,”

He growls “You know what? I hate you,”

Voe’s face falls a bit and she drops his wrist “Why would you say that?”

He looks smug “I thought we were being honest, dear,”

“That’s not cool Smiles,”

“Even I think that’s mean,” Cherri eats more popcorn

“Suffice to say I won the bet,” Angel whispers

Alastor seems embarrassed and dissipates from the room. 

Voe drops her arms and stares off into the distance, feeling newly dejected. He hates her? Why would he say he hates her? They had been arguing but she would never say that she hated him. Had he hated her this whole time? There would be no fixing this relationship, she thought. Voe closed her eyes and breathed. She stood up straight and cracked her neck and back. It no longer mattered. If hated her, she hated him too.

Why had he said it? He should not have said that, but the feeling of her palm on his wrist was like a thousand needles piercing his skin, or an uncomfy sweater all over. He needed to be free of that grip on him. But that was definitely the wrong thing to say, but he couldn’t go back on it now. This was who they were now? He supposed he could add a new rival to the list, but he never expected it to be her.      

_________________

With all the lights and the cameras flashing, it was surprising that she wasn’t going blind. Voe stood on the red carpet, holding a Tony award like it was her baby, as newscasters, photographers, and journalists asked her questions about the opening of her theater. She has practiced her smile and stance for this moment for years.

“Oh my gosh, Voe the Beau! Are you excited for the premiere of your first movie musical?”

“Of course I am,”

“Are you proud of yourself?”

“Yes, I-“

“Even though you’re a traitor and the Radio Demon fucking hates you?”

Voe takes a step backward “Why-“

“Tell us! How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel?” They kept repeating

Voe looks to her left and her right, the microphones increasing in size and the people’s faces melting off until there is nothing left

“How does it feel to be a crackhead?”

“Are you you a crackhead?”

She turns around “What’s it like owning thousands of traumatized souls?”

Voe shrinks, dropping her clothes and her Tony. She is now a child, surrounded by her giant family “I thought we raised you to eat your vegetables, Vera,”

“I’m sorry!” she shouts, but her father’s eyes are unforgiving

“I hope the theater keeps you warm at night, ‘cuz we’re dead!” Brynn says with a smile “I never got to see Taylor Swift!”

Diane (the last woman she slept with in life) appeared and yelled at her child self “I don’t have custody of my kids because of you!”

“Vera! Vera! Over here!

“You know you’re unlovable right?!”

“How does it feel?!!! Hey!!! HEY!!!”

“YOU DUMB CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!”

“TAYLOR SWIFT!!”

“EAT YOUR VEGETABLES!!!”

“HOW DOES IT FEEL?!”

Voe melts into the ground from all the sensations she is experiencing at once. When she comes up, she’s standing in a black void, as her human self. She’s wearing the same outfit as the day she died, sweatpants and a t-shirt, her black hair in a ponytail, and her glasses. She turns and sees Alastor, standing alone.

“How does it feel? Vera” and he laughs evilly

Voe hears the sound of a gun cocking, she turns around and sees her killer, and gets shot right in the heart. 

Voe woke up in a sweat, feeling all around her bed to make sure that it was all real. Once she does that she buries her face in her hands and cries, sobbing out all the pain that she’s been hiding.

[orii-blogs-stuff]

Shuu tensed as he watched Rozemyne enter through the door with her husband and Retainers and others in tow, Fried rice and Beef steak were also there. This was it, Oba-san was going to be so disappointed with what Urano turned into-

“-My daughter…” Oba-san said, holding out her arms. “Come here…”

“Rozemyne-” Ferdinand tried to warn her, Shuu wondered if Ferdinand did so because he didn’t trust Oba-san or Shuu himself.

For the first time in forever, Rozemyne actually ignored her husband and lept into Oba-san’s arms, Shuu darkly wondered if Ferdinand would pull his magic wand on Oba-san like he tried to do when Rozemyne did the same thing with Shuu all those years ago. “Mama… You’re here…”

“I am, my Darling… I am…” Oba-san cried out, holding onto Rozemyne tightly. “Mama’s here now… Mama’s here now…”

Surprisingly, Ferdinand didn’t pull out his magic wand. “ Ah… ” Shuu thought to himself, “ So Ferdinand’s sexist… Good to know. ”

“How about we all just sit down and continue our conversation?” Shuu said. 

Rozemyne sat next to Oba-san while everyone else was sitting down.

“How are you?” Oba-san asked Rozemyne. “Are you eating enough? Is the other world dangerous? Did you become a librarian in the other world? What about books? Do you have a large personal library? How are you-”

Shuu noticed Ferdinand’s face that seemed to say, “ Now I understand where Rozemyne gets her annoying personality from. ” Which was rude ! What? Was it below for Nobles when a Mother wanted to make sure her only (dead) child was doing well? Oh wait, Nobles probably delegated that task by making their retainers raise their children for them, silly Shuu.

“You must be Urano’s new Mother.” Oba-san told Fried rice. “And you, her new Father.” She told Beef steak. “Thank you for looking after our daughter.” Oba-san said with a bow. “I can now rest easy knowing Urano is being treated well and has people looking after her even though I personally could not.”

Fried rice had her noble smile pasted on her face. “It has been my pleasure, although, my memory seems to elude me, how old was Rozemyne when she climbed the towering heights?”

“I was twenty-two.” Rozemyne said. “Father was one of the first people who came to know about my dre- rebirth.”

“I see…” Fried rice said as she looked at her husband with a questioning look. “How interesting”

Did… Was it just him or was the entire situation spelling out Rozemyne-didn’t-think-it-was-necessary-to-tell-her-new-Mother-she-rebirth-but-told-her-new-father? Because those were the exact vibes Shuu got from this entire situation. Just another thing that would have never happened if Rozemyne was still Urano… She would have been too busy with her books to let anyone know she got a second lease on life.

Shuu watched as Oba-san and Fried rice talked, they seemed to get along well enough, as expected. From what Shuu remembered, Oji-san was a politician so Oba-san being the wife of a politician (however short it was) knew how to deal with politicians (which was exactly what Rozemyne and her family were).

All in all, they seemed to be getting along, something Shuu hadn’t expected, Oba-san was supposed to be horrified with what Urano had become not… Not saying she was proud of Rozemyne!

This was not… This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! “ At least she won’t cry over Urano anymore. ” A part of his mind thought. Oba-san wouldn’t spend every night crying herself to sleep over the loss of her husband and daughter, isn’t that what Shuu wanted? To make Oba-san happy?

So why did he feel this anger bubbling inside of him? Oba-san accepted Rozemyne and Rozemyne accepted Oba-san, bringing a family back together again, isn’t that something one always dreamed of? Having their loved one’s back so they could tell them how much they missed them even for a moment? Why was Shuu not happy with this?

“I’ll find a way to bring you to Jurgenschmidt, I promise, Mama. Ferdinand no I will not listen to a word you say, this is my Mama and I-”

Was he the problem then? Rozemyne and Oba-san seemed to get along just fine, Rozemyne even defended Oba-san against Ferdinand! Ferdinand ! The guy who gave Shuu a hard time simply for breathing !

Shuu took a deep breath. No, he needed to stop being so ridiculous, Rozemyne also defended him in the beginning, once she got used to Oba-san, she won’t defend her much against Ferdinand later on even when he will degradingly call her a ‘commoner’ or whatever. 

“Mama…” Rozemyne started, “I want to apologise for being such a bad daughter-”

- DING!

The door to the restaurant slammed open, in came a frantic looking Riya. “Monster! Wheeze! One Eye! Wheeze! Chased meh wheeze !” Holy shit, what was she doing here?! 

[likeafairytale]

"I'm a servant. Slave, actually. And you might be a princess, but you're a prisoner just as well. Or have you forgotten that prince Aeron still didn't give you your bracelet back?" - Yasmeen to Calypso

What happened following Yasmeen words was something Calypso never thought, in a million years, she would do. She slapped her. She always knew she was a bit fierce and bratty. That she could have a bad temper when she wanted. She was the golden child after all, used to everyone giving in to every whim she had. But she never thought of herself as mean. Or maybe she was, but people just never told her, because she was her realm's delight, so no one wanted to upset her? She wasn't sure, but Yasmeen words resonated in her and made her took action before thinking. Calypso was impulsive and she has shown many times she was capable of being a brat when she wanted, after all, she cut her old maid's hair just for being a Fae.

❝I may be a prisoner here but I still am a Princess and I won't let anyone disrespect me!❞ She was herself surprised by her words. They came out by themselves. It was as if her body wasn't hers anymore, as if someone else took control of it.

She knew she could go to extreme length when she was angry, once again, her first maid might remember that too well, at least her brothers liked to joke about this incident. But she thought her action with her previous maid came from a place of hatred, because she was a Fae, and therefore ignored her most of the time, so she obviously believed she would never had to be harsh to Yasmeen like she was to her.

But it might also be because the truth was that Yasmeen was right, and Calypso hated that. Not that the human was right, but that she was herself a prisoner. People still referred to her as ‘Princess Calypso’ well the few ones who were talking to her at least, but was she a princess still? Because she didn't feel like one anymore. The only privilege she still had of a princess was a constant companion, in Yasmeen, but since she surprised Yasmeen and Morgana talking a few days earlier, she realized that Yasmeen wasn't given the role of maid or friend or confident, but the role of jailer. Making sure Calypso wouldn't left. Not that she could anyway. Hence the whole discussion right now.

Without thinking she touched her wrist where her bracelet was supposed to be, her eyes still on Yasmeen. Her stormy eyes were full of sadness that she tried to hide her best, but she wasn't really sure she was succesfull to do so. Compared to Yasmeen or her oldest brother, she wasn't good at hiding her feelings. Just right now, the reality of what she have done, hurting Yasmeen, hit her and she felt sick in her stomach. She didn't want to. She didn't plan to do it. But maybe she was truly her father's daughter. Maybe violence was in her veins after all, instead of the kindness she always thought she had from her mother.

Calypso was shaking now, and she took a step toward Yasmeen, but this latter might have thought that she was about to slap her again, or worse, blind her, because she took a step back and the mermaid just wanted to cry. She never thought she could be menacing to someone.

❝Yasmeen, I... I'm...❞ she started, unable to finish her sentence.

She couldn't say the words. She was sorry. She truly was. Calypso wanted to hug her and tell her how sorry she was and how much she regretted what she just did. That she was still her friend. That she needed her. And she wasn't angry anymore. Because those were true; she wasn't angry now she was sad that it turned sour so quickly and it was part of her fault too, she had to admit it. But, once again, Calypso was Triton's daughter, and though it was acceptable to apologize to your family, it wasn't to apologize to other people. She wasn't teach how to do so. She know she could but she had too much pride. Her father's words came to her and she hated how often them came to her lately: if you show weakness to other people, and apologize after your first strike, you're doomed. They will know they can keep hurting you and that you will crawl back to them, like a weak little goldfish. Deep down she was scared of those words being true.

❝I won't need you any time soon. You can tell the Queen and my husband that I'm not feeling well and won't assist to any dinner or meeting for a few days. Not that my presence will be miss anyway.❞

She tried to switch between sadness and concern to indifference, but she knew it didn't work as she wanted to. She had a lot to learn and she vowed to herself to ask lesson to Yasmeen on how to do it. Because they won't be mad forever, right? At some point they will talk back... Everything was so blurring and uncertain now, she didn't know what she did to deserve this falling from grace... Yasmeen didn't say anything, actually, Calypso only knew she left the room because of the door closing behind her and once it was done, she did something that she didn't do since her mother's death; cry. True tears, not this tearless cry every merfolks were doing. She was wasting her tear for her friendship, for the loss of her friend, not knowing if it will be forever. For the loneliness she will feel now. And she knew damn well that somewhere, Aeron and Morgana will probably laugh at her, thinking that she should have seen it coming. And for the next two weeks, not only Calypso didn't leave her bedroom, no matter how hungry she could have been, but for two weeks straight a light rain poured nonstop on the Fae Kingdom, the only indication that Princess Calypso wasn't over it yet.

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @miaulady​​ based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC

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Prophecy Bound

—

Dis was crying. And Thorin had no way to console her.

“It can’t be,” she sobbed. “Please, don’t- make it not so.”

It was supposed to be a joyous day for the Mountain, for Dis and her husband. The birth of their child. And yet everyone in the room was devastated.

A steady breath, a steady heartbeat and eyes staring at the world.

Dis’s son was alive and healthy. It should be a reason to celebrate. But they only felt dread.

“That is my wife in there!” A voice outside the room boomed and then the door swung open, Hrili falling in and slamming it shut behind him. “Stuffy nobles,” he grumbled and then flew to Dis’s side. “Amral! I am here, I am here.”

Thorin watched as Dis clung to Hrili’s shoulders, sobbing and begging for it all to be different.

Hrili held her, sadness falling on his face. He looked at Thorin, Dis still in his arms, “The little one, it didn’t make it then?”

“Oh, he is alive and healthy,” Oin stepped forward and presented the bundle that was the cause of this.Hrili’s mouth opened. And unlike each one of them before he did not break into hysterics or devastation. Wonder and Love shined out of his eyes. Quickly to be replaced with absolute confusion.

“What is everyone crying about then?!” He carefully peeled Dis out of his arms, mumbling to her that he has to greet his son but he will be right back with her.

Dis had stopped crying at this point. Which made it worse in Thorin’s mind. So much worse. He knew how to handle his little sister when she was crying and yelling. He had no idea what to do when she got this quiet.

“Welcome to this world,” Hrili took the baby out of Oin’s hands, smiling at the child and his fingers shaking when he touched the stubby nose. The child blinked back at him, a small hand trying to grasp his fingers and Hrili’s smile widened. “What wonder you are,” he whispered to the child as if it was a secret.

When he turned around to Dis, holding their child, their was a deep frown on his face.

“Why are you sad? Tell me. What is wrong?”

Dis shook her head, turned to the side and away from her husband and child.

Hrili’s head snapped around to Thorin, accusation written on it.

Thorin sighed, “You don’t know?”

“Obviously I don’t,” Hrili sneered. “My son is born. My wife is healthy- She is healthy right?” Oin nodded. “She is healthy. He is healthy. I see no reason that the world is ending, the exact opposite actually. And yet everyone here is looking like they just heard that mountain broke and is lost forever.”

“Because it is,” Thorin whispered. “I am sorry, Hrili. But-” he couldn’t even look at the little bundle, least of all say that this was his sister’s son. “He is, well. Not good news.”

“He is my son,” Hrili stated firmly. “What else could he be but good news. Dis!” he turned to his wife. “Dis, Amral, why can’t you look at your- at our son?”

She shook her head, pulled at a pillow and started to cry again.

“Please, understand,” Thorin started.

“How?” Hrili raised his voice, “How am I to understand?”

A small whimper came from Hrili’s arms.

Dis stopped crying, her head came up and turned around, looking at the small and now crying child.

“Oh,” Hrili looked at the small face and Thorin wanted to turn back time. “Oh, shhhh, little wonder. I am sorry, don’t cry. Your uncle just upset me, shhhh.” He rocked the child carefully. “It happens more often than not,” he went on. “He is a very upsetting man.”“Hrili,” Thorin sighed.

“You know, if you cry everytime I get upset with him, you will run out of tears far too quickly,” Hrili ignored all of them.

Oin, who was busying himself with clean up. Dis, staring at him like he was a creature she had never seen before. Thorin, who was now reaching the point where he was about to boil over.

“Hrili!” he stated louder.

“What?” Hrili didn’t look up and continued to rock the child, that was still upset but at least not crying anymore.

“You are holding the child of demise.”

Hrili looked up at Thorin, a very unimpressed glare directed at him.

“What did you just call my son?”

“He is the child of demise. I know you are aware of the prophecy.”

“Of an old hag that your grandfather believes spits Mahal’s wisdom in his teapot. I am aware of his existence.”

“Master Agar,” Oin grumbled. “Is a reader of the signs. Oracle work is not easy.”“It is alright,” Hrili’s shoulders went down a bit. He always had a soft spot for Oin. Being saved by him after several wars did that to you. “But not that Prophecy,” he might as well have cursed with how he spit the word. “Oin, you have the talent as well, don’t you?”

Oin mumbled something, shifting uncomfortably around.

“Ready my sons,” Hrili held the baby to Oin. “Look at him, See how bright his eyes are.”

Oin sighed and stepped closer, looking at the child intently.

For seconds there seemed to be a staring match between the healer and the child. Neither blinking. Until the child blinked and looked back up at Hrili.

“And?” Hrili asked.

“I don’t know,” Oin waved him off.

“Oin,” Hrili laughed. “You saw something. Tell us.”“Yes,” Dis whispered. “Tell us, what did you see in his eyes?”

“Love,” Oin said. “Love so strong it will be destructive.”

Hrili smiled, “Well, not too bad then.”

“Not to bad,” Thorin echoed. “He said destructive.”

“You are destructive,” Hrili shot back. “You killed thousands of orcs who dared come close to our home. Is that not destruction out of love? How dare you.”

“Hrili,” Dis whispered. He looked at her, but his face only changed minimal. “You have to understand. The prophecy, we never thought it would come about in this way.”

“So afraid,” Hrili mumbled. “Since when are you too afraid to love, Dis? He is your son. Our son. The one you sung to about the world while he was growing in your belly. How could you have turned your back on him?”

“I-” she hesitated, her voice unusually quiet. “It wasn’t easy.”

“And yet you did it,” Hrili frowned at her. “Must be a strong conviction you have that carried you through that decision.”

“Hrili,” tears started to form in her eyes again. “Please, don’t shun me.”

“You stood against your father for our love. But not against a superstition for our son? You shun him, Dis.”

Thorin sighed and sat down, burying his face in his hands. It wasn’t like they could do something to help the child. When Grandfather found out about it, and he surely would, there was no saving the child.

“I don’t even know you,” he heard Hrili whisper. “What happened to my heart? What happened to my friend?” Hrili had turned to him.

When door closed Thorin looked up. Hrili was gone. And so was the child.

Dis was staring at the wall, Oin at his feet.

It was the last time any of them saw Hrili and his son.

———

“Kili!” Thorin shouted. “Kili, come down from there! What if you fall?”

“I won’t fall!”

Thorin watched the little dwarf climb yet another statue.

“Kili, I mean it. Come down there this instance.”

“Fine,” Kili groaned and dropped down from the statue, giving Thorin almost a heartattack. Only to grin sheepishly up at him.

“Rascal.”

“Boring old man.”“You are the heir of Erebor, Kili, act like it.”

Kili looked down at the ground and Thorin felt shame rise up in himself. Not only was he lying to Kili but also taking away the joy of a child.

“I am sorry, uncle.”

“I am too,” Thorin kneeled down and put his hand on the little shoulder. “Let’s go and buy some of those delicious cookies you like, mh?”

“Yes!”

Years had passed since the night his sister had given birth a second time. Kili’s father was not in the picture, he was only Dis’s husband on paper and never would be more than that.

He wished the damn prophecy would have never been uttered.

It still echoed through his mind, just like the empty place that Hrili had left behind like a stain.

‘When the sister is the mother to the gold haired child,

The One of Gold brings the coldest of dark.

The Mountain weeps, the Mountain trembles.’

He had gone over it a thousands times. Trying to see another way he could have read it. But it stayed the same. The golden one, the gold haired child… Hrili’s and Dis’s son.

And now, there was Kili. Dis’s second son. Her only reason for a smile. If anything happened to Kili, she would not continue on to live. And Thorin could understand. Her heart was broken and Kili had all of what was left of it.

“Come, pick the shapes you want,” Thorin gestured at the display of cookies. He saw a star, a snowflake and a diamond shaped cookie.

Kili pondered for several seconds, looking at each shape carefully.

“Do you think Amad wants one too?”

“I am sure she would love it if you brought her one.”

“Then I have to pick the best,” Kili looked up at him. “Maybe that will cheer her up. She is so sad lately. Why is she so sad, Uncle?”

Durin damn it, but the boy was perceptive.

“She is sad because the days aren’t that long anymore. Like you are. Just a bit more,” he lied again. Lying had become an awful habit by now.

———–

Fili tried to hide under the knitted blanket from the cold.

“Uncle Bilbo?”“Yes?”“When is Adad coming home?”

“I am sure he is already on his way back from work,” Bilbo placed some cookies on the table. “Now, how about you get out of that little blanket and help me organise this mess.”“But you made it,” Fili scrunched his nose up. “I don’t get help when cleaning my room.”

“Yes, you do,” he was thrown a glare. “I helped you last time.”“Because I couldn’t lift it!”

“I helped.”

“Alright. But I get five cookies,” Fili placed his cold feet reluctantly on the carpet.

“A fair price, I think,” Bilbo agreed. “Now let’s get started.”

Books, ink pens and paper.

Their home was full of it and Fili loved it. Except when he had to clean it all up.

Uncle Bilbo was a bit odd with where things had to go and be, unless he was moving them. But his father always said that they had to help and that it was very kind that they were allowed to live with Bilbo.

He never explained to Fili why they lived with Bilbo Baggins, who wasn’t related to them in any way. But he liked his uncle, even when there was no blood connection. What did it matter, if he got the cookies and hot milk from him? That was what uncles provided as far as Fili knew.

He looked at the paper he held in his hands.

It was a map. A very pretty one.

“Uncle, where is this?” He held it up.

Bilbo looked at it. “Odd, just one mountain? Normally they form chains or clusters. Like the Misty Mountains, remember? One is very rare,” He took the map from Fili’s hand and inspected it. “I don’t think I know this place. Must be a map of your fathers.” The map was placed on the table for later.

They continued the clean up until the door of the Smial opened and shut, announcing the return of the last member of the household.

“Adad!” Fili ran out of the living room and jumped into the strong arms of his father.

“Hello, my little wonder,” his father lifted him easily up. “Where you good while i was gone?”

Fili nodded eagerly, “I helped Uncle to clean up. He made a mess.”“I did not,” Bilbo called out. “That is slander, that is!”“And we made cookies.”

“Ah, cookies,” his father sighed and kissed his forehead. “I hope you haven’t eaten all of them.”“No, but I do get five cookies as payment.”When his father entered the living room he whistled, “Must have been a mess, Bilbo.”“Not a mess,” he was corrected. “Just a bit unorganised.”

“Right. My apologies.”“Also,” Bilbo went to the table and picked up the map Fili had found. “I think this is yours.”

Hrili took it and looked at it, “Yes, that would be mine,” he mumbled.

Fili placed his head on the wrinkle forming between the eyebrows, “Why are you frowning?”

“Ah, my little treasure, just memories.”

“You were there?” Fili asked excited.

His father nodded and sat down heavily on the couch, stretching his legs out, “I lived there. And you were born in this mountain.”

“Was it sad?” Filii wondered.“What? Why would you ask that, lad?”

“Well, Uncle Bilbo told me that Mountains normally are together. Huddling and cuddling, like we do when we are outside and it is cold and windy.”

A smile formed on his fathers face and he looked at Bilbo, “A lovely picture. And yes, they do.”

“But this one is all alone,” Fili pointed at the single peak. “I am sad when I am lonely. So is the Mountain sad too?”

His father blinked at him with surprise, “I never thought of that.”

Fili waited for his father. He knew there would be a reply if he was just patient enough. Sometimes his father needed time to get his thoughts sorted.

“Yes, it is sad,” his father settled on. “When I left with you it was already a very lonely place.”

“Right,” Fili nodded. “Can we go there? Make it not lonely?”

“No, Fili,” his father went through his hair. “They don’t want us there. They want to stay sad.”

“No one wants to stay sad,” Fili argued.

“Not true,” Bilbo handed a cookie to Fili. “Remember Lobelia.”

“She is not sad,” Fili said. “She is ghastly.”

“Who taught you that word?”

Fili pointed at Bilbo, “He said that she ghastly.”

“Bilbo! She is your cousin.”“What?” Bilbo squealed. “She is! And I have every right to call her that. You said yourself she is a silver spooned nuisance.”

———

Hrili looked at Fili, sleeping on the couch.

“Long day for him, wasn’t it?”

“I made sure of it,” Bilbo handed him a cup of tea. “Baking and cleaning up. Tomorrow we will decorate everything.” He looked at the map. “So that was your home.”

“Yes. Born there, raised there, fell in love, got my heart broken and left with Fili.”

“You never did explain the circumstances of it all. And Fili’s birthday is right around the corner.”“What are you getting at?” Hrili had taken the map along as a way to navigate away from the mountain, to find a good spot for him and Fili to live far far away from those dark halls. When he had reached the Shire it had been perfect. And the Hobbits were kind people. If you did not count the sharp tongued Lobelia and even she never had lashed out at them differently than to the others. He had first wanted to burn the map, destroy any connection that would bring up that place. But he couldn’t, as Bilbo said, it had been his home. And then he had forgotten the map. Until now.

“He will want to see it. One day.”

“One day,” Hrili agreed. “But that should be far in the future, when he is older. Less vulnerable to the cruelty there.”

“Not a nice place, is it?”

“It was. Once. But it changed. And I only noticed when the damage had already been done.”

“Will you ever tell me the story?”

“One day,” Hrili echoed. “You will hear it together with Fili.”

———

Kili groaned and moved his shoulders.

Being a prince was awful work.

It did something to your back. He called it chronic tenseness in his shoulders.

Since then he understood why Uncle Thorin was the way he was.

But today he was sneaking out. He would lose his mind if he had to listen to Balin drawl on over proper etiquette and what it meant if a person bowed a few centimeters lower or what else he thought was important to do around the holidays. Which didn’t even come close to what Kili thought of as important.

“Listen, it is going swimmingly, alright?” he heard a voice say and he quickly scooted into a dark corner.

“It is getting worse, I tell you!”“Nonesense. The king is putty in my hands. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut about that blasted prophecy.”

“But- But it isn’t a sin to Mahal to keep it from them? And the Princess is getting suspicious.”

“We aren’t keeping it from them, boy. Just not giving the full one. Do you want Prince Thorin to get mad at us? Now? When it is clear that the king won’t make it for far longer?”

Kili’s mind was racing.

Prophecy? The King? His uncle? His mother?!

“And anyway,” the person kept going. “It isn’t like the princess can focus for very long on the topic before she crumbles and dissolves into tears.” There was a snigger in that voice. “The royal family is ours to steer now. Don’t lose your nerves and we won’t lose our power.”

“If you say so, Master Agar.”

The steps went past Kili and vanished.

What the- What had that been about?

His excursion had to wait. He had to talk with his mother!

——

“Amad!”

“Mahal, Kili,” his mother grabbed at her heart. “Knock, would you?”

“I–” Kili started and stopped. How was he to explain what he had just overheard? “Is there a prophecy I don’t know about?”

Her face turned pale and she sank down on a chair, “Who told you?”“So there is!”“Kili, please, who told you?”

“No one. Not directly, at least,” He kneeled down in front of her. “I overheard Master Agar and someone else. They were talking of a prophecy and … it sounded not good.”

She sighed and reached out for his hair.

“If it just had never been spoken,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you, Kili. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would break me fully,” she looked at the wall. “All I can tell you is that it is the reason why I get sad in winter and why you never met my love.”

“He left because of a prophecy?” Kili snorted.

“No,” she looked at him sadly. “He left because your uncle and I could not get over the prophecy.”

Well, that wasn’t helpful at all. Especially considering that they didn’t knew the full version of the prophecy.

——–

Fili picked up another branch from the ground and continued the sung, stumbling only over a few words he wasn’t sure of.

Finally, when he had reached an age his father found appropriate to travel long distances, they had left the Shire. Not far. And not to the lonely mountain, not even close.

But Fili could see the Misty Mountains from Rivendell and Bilbo was as happy as he could be here.

“That is a nice song.”

Fili dropped all his collected branches and turned around.

Another dwarf stood there, between the trees and smiled at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to drop those,” he bowed down and started to pick up the branches.Fili bend down to, grabbing the few and throwing the stranger glances when he could.

He had never met another dwarf that wasn’t his father.

Who was this? There was no way he was older than Fili. Younger, probably, maybe.

“I am Kili,” the stranger smiled at him. “At your service.”“Fili,” he replied and wondered about their matching names. “At yours and your families.”

“I didn’t know other dwarfs were staying at Rivendell.”

“Neither did I.”

They started to walk back to the houses.

“Well, I am glad to have someone in my age,” Kili said. “Especially someone with such a nice singing voice!”

He laughed and Fili found it the most beautiful sound on earth. If the elves laughed like small bells, Kili laughed like a waterfall. Loud, deep and like no power could stop him from continuing.

“Where are you from?” Fili asked.“Erebor. It is far way over the Misty Mountains.”

“I know.” Fili thought of the map from years ago. The lonely Mountain, close to a lake and a huge wood. “Why did you take the journey to here, then?”

“Ah, I need advice. And with Lord Elrond being so wise, I figured he could help with my issue of a prophecy.”“A prophecy?”

“Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”

“My father says prophecies are superstitions that don’t have much ground to stand on.”

“I think I like your father.”

———

“Well, this is all Erestor could find, Master Kili.” Elrond handed Kili a scroll.

He took the scroll, opened it without any hesitation and read the prophecy.

Well, it was more than what he had before, which was nothing.

He had gotten what he had come for. And yet, was unwilling to leave Rivendell to return home.

Fili had told him that he would stay for whole summer here with his uncle and father. Neither of which Kili had met yet. And Fili was fun to be around with. He had no idea that Kili was a prince, and Kili wanted to take full advantage of that as long as he could.

——–

Hrili stared at the young dwarf.

It was like looking at a memory of the past. A young version of Thorin, just with a more ready smile and laugh.

“Who are you?” He had to know.

“Kili,” the boy bowed to him. “At your service. You must be Fili’s father.”

“Yes,” he still stared the boy. “Are you from Erebor?” Maybe he was wrong. He had to be wrong.

“Yes.”

Shit.

“Who is your mother?”

“What?”

“Answer the question.”

The name… was it a coincidence? He doubted it with how much he looked like them.

“Dis,” came the quiet reply. “Please, don’t tell Fili,” he hurried along. “For once someone isn’t tiptoeing around me because of my birth. And what is the harm?”

What is the harm indeed.

“She remarried,” Hrili sat down on the floor.

“Not really,” Kili looked at him with concern and sat down as well. “I never met my father. She says the one she would call my father left before I was even thought of. But she never explained that.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well,” Kili was still looking at him with deep concern. The frown was definitely that of a Durin. “I overheard something of a prophecy and no one would tell me anything, except that it is awful. So I came here to find a copy of it. And i did.”“Really?”“Yeah, do you want to hear it? The full version?”“Sure, why not.” Those blasted lines were etched into his heart so deep anyway already.

But what he heard was a lot more than the lines he knew.

“When the day of wonder becomes a day of despair,

When the heart is broken and the father banished,

When the sister is the mother to the gold haired child,

The one of gold brings the coldest of dark.

When laughter finds his song,

Broken bonds and darkest lies are brought to light. 

The Mountain weeps, the Mountain trembles,

the lost will bring light to end it all.”

Hrili took the time to take it all in.

He knew only part of the lines. Other were new.

“Well, that is like being hit over the head.”

“Do you know it?” Kili asked and stared at him. “You are very pale. Should I get Lord Elrond?”

“Oh, no. Just. Some things are starting to make a lot more sense to me. That is all,” Hrili stood up again, the world swimming a bit for a few seconds.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, let’s go find Fili and Bilbo. Because it is time for an explanation.”

——–

Kili was holding Fili’s hand while he was being hugged by their mother.

Fili was throwing him a face that screamed ‘Help!’ but Kili only grinned.

The journey to Erebor had taken a long time and Bilbo had complained the whole way there but was unwilling to not come along as well.

The Hobbit was an absolute delight, in his mind. Especially with how he was waving an accusing finger under Thorin’s nose for several minutes and Thorin was watching it like it was about to explode in his face.

Hrili was watching the scene and then took pity on his son, removing Dis from him. Which only led to her hugging him and saying sorry over and over again. Over her head Hrili looked at Dwalin and asked him to please go and arrest Master Agar for lying and for treason of the royal family. The proof would be shown soon, when he had his hands and mind free to care about it.

Kili pulled at Fili’s hand and smiled.

“Come, I want to show you my favourite spot.”

Fili followed, looking back on occasion to check if anyone was noticing them leaving.

Kili knew that it would be a problem with them being half-brothers but he could not help his heart, calling out to Fili. In the months of travelling they had gotten closer and closer. And it definitely wasn’t brotherly what he was feeling. And the way Fili was looking at him, he knew as well.

But they had all the time in the world now.

[xray-vex]

wish more people acknowledged mental illness for what it is:

chronic pain.

instead of regarding it as some character flaw that one is capable of fixing, but just isn't trying hard enough.

the worst is when other people with mental illness reinforce this narrative, too.

if you've got any level of mental illness and struggle with it, nothing you ever do to heal yourself, fix yourself, care for yourself, will ever be good enough. there will always be someone saying, "you aren't trying hard enough, you're making excuses for yourself, it's not that bad, why aren't you over this by now, you're being too negative--"

and on

and on

and on

and on

and on

AND ON

AND ON

AND FUCKING ON.

i don't need that fucking shit. i need patience, i need empathy, i need someone to just sit with me as i am and let me exist and just fucking love me anyway, even if i'm having a meltdown, even if i can't find the will to leave the house for a week. for someone to encourage me to be hopeful but to also take me seriously when i say i might never get better. and i've told many people in my life that this is what i need to get thru the tough spells but many people have not believed me when i've told them what i need, and they think some version of tough love is better. i always get better faster when i'm treated the way i want to be treated but my wishes still get ignored frequently.

because UNFORTUNATELY, there is the fairly common, condescending belief that those forms of support are enabling mental illness and hindering growth. it's the equivalent of ignoring a crying child because if you comfort them, they won't learn to be resilient. and maybe that works for some children & adults, but it doesn't work for some of us. i'm tired of the idea that a person must be totally independent and not need anyone else because it's a fucking LIE AND IT HAS NEVER BEEN TRUE. and i'm just fucking weary, goddamn TIRED in general of the belief that there for every human problem/issue, there is one Correct Answer For Everyone. for fuck's sake. not even everyone can eat the same foods, or take the same medicine. and those are just 2 simple examples. i'm tired of the expectations i'm supposed to live up to, because i haven't ever really fit the various molds that i've been shoved into like i'm some lump of fucking clay. and i'm tired. I AM SO GODDAMN FUCKING TIRED OF EXISTING. i don't think i've ever been fully treated like a human fucking being in my entire life, save for one or two people. at best, i've been treated like a child, bc that's what people do to you when you're disabled & sick. I'M SO GODDAMN FUCKING TIRED

[astrayinasuit]

corny. ! do not read ignore

rant

OH MY FUCK I JUST REALISED WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

FUCKKKKK

I hate the internet and I hate the stupid fucking people who made me think this is normal and basically kept me stuck in a répétitive cycle without me even knowing.

"I know why I am like this and I know how to help myself but I don't know why it doesn't help."

I never took it serious. For fucks sake coping mechanisms arent suppose to be forever and I dont mean shaking your leg during a test or clicking a pen when stressed ITS SUPPOSE TO BE SHORT NOT LIFE

AND MY DUMBASS MADE IT MY LIFE

IT IS SOMETHING I PREACH AND BREATH TO OTHERS

Oh. Get better. Seek help and therapy.

But because I kept on distancing myself from the sanity of life and its people by soaking myself deeper and deeper in trauma, my coping mechanisms of avoiding instead of confronting my problems.

Confronting. I think that is the problem with all of me. I never really thought of it. I haven't really seen as to why I shouldn't cut if it is just every four months, it isn't enough to make me die- or to say why should I not age regress (quietly might i add) to the point I wouldnt fucking know what is happening around me instead of seeing the danger in my eyes.

It sounds so harmless but it isn't good. How am I suppose to be independent when I am either in dissociation or hate? To function? To have normal relationships? To actually go out and enjoy life? To show up at the party everyone is already dancing at?

It isn't normal for me to act this way, it isn't normal for the trauma that had happened to me to have happened. Yes it is a result and that is what HAPPENS. Like how the sun goes up and down but it isn't normal for it to stay. To burn my eyes to the point everyday I walk pass a mirror my eyes are red.

I need to be independent and to work myself back into a normal mind, one that is okay. An adult mind might I add because I am going to be one in the upcoming years. Not a sore child pretending to be one, to be destined to be like that forever.

This sounds so so so little for others and it is common sense but not for me cause haha Cptsd with no fucking treatment everything has been shit and it is shit. It gets so bad that I sometimes felt like I could take a gun and just shoot innocent lives.

But that isnt normal.

I shouldnt need to have coping mechanisms when I am just living. I should cry when I am sad. I shouldnt be trying to put a knife to my skin. I should confront and stand up for myself or completely distance myself rather than age regressing/dissociating.

I should also surround myself with my kind friends. I always forget about them.

Sugarcoating what is happening will turn me into a madman.

People will tell you stuff is normal and make you associate with your trauma rather than removing it. It isn't normal. Sometimes behaviours should be explained, where it stems from and undone. How else will I live?

This reminds me of those fake feminists who say you should embrace misogynistic stereotypes because it is empowering but rant finished. I really need therapy asap

I WANT TO GET BETTER IMMEDIATLY

.I identified with my trauma, with all the hatred, the worst parts and wanted to expand on them. I didn't acknowledge how bad it truly was nor did I ever take myself seriously or the harm it has caused me (and others). I consistently used coping mechanisms instead of looking at what I am coping from and shoving it into the bin. It has done an enourmous amount of damage and I want to be better.

Coping mechanisms shouldnt be something that is forever, and I need to realise its not normal 💀

[chaoschild-hideout]

Sadness Grows 01:06 21.08.2024

I don't feel safe in my skin, it is frighteningly painful. Some days I'll be happy, appreciate and enjoy every tiny miracle of this life I've been offered, the fresh morning air, cuddling with my cat, the smell of coffee. Anything will matter, will be important and valuable. Then some days, it just doesn't make sense, why I am here, why must I do anything with the time I have left. It is so silly, existential crisis only appears when we are too afraid to move forward, when we are terrorized of making the necessary change we need in our lives. How can be something so scary, to the point where it drives you insane, on the outside it is just another day, in your mind it all gets hazy and you feel so disconnected. You cry knowing change is necessary, but even the most miserable present feels so much more comfortable than a scary future where nothing is certain. It hurts. I don't like life the way it is but I don't feel like I have the neccessary strenght to change it, I want someone else to do it for me. As selfish as it sounds I just want someone else to take care of me, to caretake my wounds, to make me feel protected, maybe it is the child in me that never got to grow with me, she was scared and alone, pushed against this dark corner where pain is always in reach, almost at a grip away, ready to snatch her away.

Sometimes I deeply hate this part of me, I cannot get myself to love and protect her because it was easier for everyone else to hate on her, that was my role model, hating on my vulnerable parts, becoming my own worst enemy. The enemy of my heart, my fragility, my sensitivity, my femininity. How can I love a world that taught me to hate myself? How can you accept that you've been inflicted monstrous amounts of pain because people simply didn't know any better. They were never accountable, yet I'm supposed to learn to be accountable of my own happiness? How does your heart not surrender to hatred, to vengeance, why do you keep choosing to see the good in this world and feel stupid for it? Why did it seem so easy for everyone to ignore my pain and never doubt themselves when I was defensless? I don't even care about the answers, I just want to feel like I'm valuable enough to be defended by the outside world, because I don't trust my thoughts or feelings enough to know that I didn't deserve it. It is sad because I cannot give myself what I need, because I always needed it from the outside otherwise it would not be real to me. And that's how sadness just…grows.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 9)

Lucia: *quietly eating her soup, looking around the silent dining room nervously* ...

Kaidan: *using his large build to bodily block Allora protectively from view from Lucien's parents, a firm glare on his features as he ignores his meal* ...

Inigo: *clearly uncomfortable, one ear raised slightly, the other lowered, whiskers twitching a lot, tail low as he eats* ...

Taliesin: *poised, sitting tall, sipping his wine, regal and firm; holding Allora's free hand underneath the table*

Allora: *half staring into her bowl of soup, half making sure Lucia was eating, clearly disassociating* ...

Lucien: *beside himself in worry, eating, but more watching Allora and wishing she would eat* ...

Lyra: *quietly sighs, drinking her wine, feeling more uncomfortable than she had during a long talk with a guard about "appropriate behaviors" and his lackthereof* ...

Davidicus: *frowning as he watches his daughter in law not eating, clearly not wholely present, and clear his throat* ...Would you... like something else to eat, dear?

Allora: *slowly blinks, looking up at him- only for Kaidan to lean forward to block Davidicus' view*

Kaidan: She's fine, thanks.

Davidicus: ...Of course. My apologies. *dips his head, watching Kaidan very slowly sit back*

Lyra: *awkwardly smiling* Would anyone like more refreshments?

Taliesin: *polishes off his wine, smiling thinly* No, thank you. Best to not be under the influence with a child around, after all.

Inigo: *looks at Allora and quietly taps in morse code on the table: Do you want to leave?*

Allora: *looks at him before looking back down at her soup- glancing at Lucia's half eaten soup- and nods* ...

Inigo: I believe that we have some other business to attend to. Thank you for the meal. *stands up*

Lyra: *jolts* But- you haven't eaten, Allora. And Kaidan, you haven't touched anything.

Davidicus: Lucia is also not finished. Are you still hungry, little one?

Lucia: *feels knots in her stomach, shaking her head and setting down her spoon* ...no thank you...

Lucien: *sighs angrily* They clearly would like to be excused, mother, father. Let them go.

Davidicus: Whatever the consequences of our actions may be, it is not wise to have them affect someone so young-

Kaidan: And how about you leave our parentin' of our kid to ourselves, yeah? *sneers*

Inigo: Kaidan-

Davidicus: I am merely saying-

Taliesin: You are being absurd-!

Inigo: *wincing* Erm, please, let us calm down-

Davidicus: -a child should not-

Taliesin: I have had it to here with your behavior-!

Inigo: Ah, friends-?

Lyra: Please, if you would just sit back down-

Kaidan: We'll get up if we want to-!

Lucien: ENOUGH! *glares heatedly at everyone, freezing at Lucia's hiccup*

Allora: *surprised to see her daughter crying, immediately picking her up and running out of the dining room to their bedroom*

Everyone: ...

Inigo: *sighs and scratches his head* I was trying to warn you she was getting upset.

Kaidan: *gets up and hurries out after them*

Taliesin: *eye twitching, standing tall and looking down at Lucien's parents from his nose* I believe that will be the last thing we put up with during our stay. Thank you for your attempts at hospitality, but your undue stress to our partner has gone on long enough. We will be leaving.

Lyra: *stands up, holding up her hands placatingly* Please, wait- we didn't intend for any of this!

Taliesin: And what do you suppose intent versus actions dictates? That we're suddenly supposed to accept your flowery disregard for our partner and child? Flagrant overstepping of boundaries and social expectations? No! We can see clearly that we're not welcome and can proceed as etiquette dictates. By leaving.

Lucien: *feels torn at leaving his parents and choosing his partner and child* Now, wait, Taliesin-

Taliesin: Don't you make excuses for them.

Lucien: I'm not. Please, even I can see what they've been doing is wrong. But I don't want this to hang over the girls like this- I want my parents to have a chance to do better! I love them, don't make me choose.

Inigo: *sighs, running his claws through his hair* I do not believe this is something a simple apology can fix, Lucien. We will be lucky if she does not turn.

Davidicus: Turn??

Lyra: *furrows her brows* Do you- do you mean her dragon form??

Maid: *bursts into the dining hall, breathing heavily* M-masters! Mistress! Lady Allora- she- she's-! Something is wrong with her!

Inigo: Damn it. *hurries off with Taliesin not far behind, Lucien, Lyra and Davidicus right after*

[spicebowl]

i am just one humble manthing who grooms dogs. when the world collapses, i will still be a humble manthing that grooms dogs. what can i realistically do right now? direct action yes, boycotting yes, protesting yes, but in the grand scheme of things im just crying and mourning like everyone else. As a child many of the important people who helped raise me were chaldeans, first or second generation, from palestine. for them, i grieve, as i know theyve lost family yet again in this genocide, displaced in the country that funds it. but grief doesnt feed anyone, doesnt help stop the bombs or block off the trade routes for weapons. in doesnt garner more than a pat on the back before they return to dehumanizing and murdering a defenseless people.

and I think of Marjane Satrapis quote, "The difference between you and your government is much bigger than the difference between you and me. And the difference between me and my government is much bigger than the difference between me and you. And our governments are very much the same."

I hope one day the west will learn its place, thrown to the wolves, fractured and restricted. I hope the global south makes their move. I hope americas hubris catches up with it. Should a world war start, i would pray for my countrys downfall, in that a global threat of violence, destruction, and subjugation might finally be eliminated. And i will have no grief for my country when it shatters.

A country built of the corpses of an entire continent of peoples can only stand so long. A country built by religious extremists exiled from their own countries to a continent in which they murdered everyone shouldnt be around. No country is without sins and no nation established without blood, but the US's level of depravity has long outperformed many other western nations.

I suppose ignorance and comfort are the only ways to ensure its public doesnt turn on the government.

I guess this is the same hopelessness that tires many other people, i dont have a real point here. I dont want to feel hopeless, and ive only been paying attention for the last 5 years really. this fight has come before me and will continue after me. humanity is an idea we must spread, apparantly, as modern humans forget how to and chafe at caring or helping one another.

Understand that without eachother, we are alone. We become powerless as individuals. We get walked over and ignored and used. When we put the effort into eachother, its returned and love, respect, admiration, and decency are allowed to shine through if we can only look at eachothers personhood.

A person in palestine lived and worked and went to school, scraped their knees and got them kissed to make it better, helped their children learn their harder lessons, rode bikes, had secrets and romances, had queer experiences and hid them from families with the same anxiety many queer people always feel. They loved and laughed and danced and when the bombs fell, it was on fathers and brothers, mothers and daughters, real people with rich lives cut short. Sonder is a powerful feeling that once felt can recontextualize everything.

We have to care because they are people like we are people, struggling and wanting, laughing and raging, saving the best cuts of meat for the ones they love, with their own inside jokes in friend groups and mistakes with lovers and any other aspect of humanity you yourself experience. I dont think we could ever convince those in power of the importance of their humanity and how damning it is to our own when we harm eachother like this.

Can't we care? Aren't we allowed to recognize eachother? Who are we if we let them be slaughtered so brutally, so disgustingly and ruthlessly? Less than humans and more akin to beasts hellbent on destruction.