#and just lie there until my mom or one of her siblings called for her at dinnertime

[cheriecelestial]

Ocean Eyes Pt.I

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mild angst(?), not proofread

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Percy Jackson x Gojo fem!OC

synopsis *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ In which, fate leads an aspiring jujutsu sorcercer to discover her destiny as a half god in a camp for demigods.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Revamping an old series on a whim. And as my previous a/n read “based on this one dream i had and also cuz pjo was my first comfort series and jjk is my current one (only s1)” And as always

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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Gojo Kanao—or Kanao Gojo, following Western naming conventions. I’m fourteen years old and raised in Tokyo, Japan. As the youngest member of the Gojo clan, niece of Gojo Satoru, and an aspiring sorcerer, my life was unfolding just as it should. Days were spent training and studying jujutsu, while nights were dedicated to assisting on missions—though only under supervision, since my uncle deemed me too young to go on missions alone but too old to remain entirely inexperienced with curses.

Everything was going smoothly until three weeks ago when my uncle received a call from an “old family friend”. Before I knew it, I was packing my bags to enroll in a so-called “summer camp” for “kids like me.” The irony of that statement isn’t lost on me—because aside from my uncle, I’m pretty much one of a kind. It’s not like every other generation produces a Six Eyes user blessed with Limitless. My existence is what many call an “anomaly in the world's power balance,” sparking endless debates among the higher-ups. Not that it bothers me anymore—especially since Uncle Satoru has no qualms about threatening to obliterate anyone who so much as looks at me the wrong way.

He took me in after my father passed away when I was four, and he was just eighteen. With my father gone, the Gojo clan was essentially reduced to just my uncle and me, as little was known about my birth mother. In fact, the first time my uncle even learned that he had both a sister-in-law and a niece—thanks to his absentee older brother—was when the so-called family friend showed up at the Gojo Clan’s doorstep, dragging along a drooling four-year-old with white pigtails.

As shocking as it must have been to suddenly become a single parent, my uncle—or as I call him, Satoru nii-san—adapted to the role with surprising ease. His reasoning? “The baby looks like a mini-me, and I vibe with that.” And, of course, in typical Satoru fashion, he never missed a chance to remind me and my also-adopted siblings, Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro, that “having you kids just adds to my dilf appeal.” This was inevitably followed by Megumi deadpanning, Tsumiki offering an awkward smile, and me audibly gagging. Needless to say, he’s nowhere near as beloved—or as tolerable—as he seems to think he is.

“How could you do this to me?” I mumbled, my eyes following the blurred silhouettes of trees rushing past the car window. The only response I got was a string of barely audible curses— pathetic, really.

After countless fights, screaming matches, tears, scratches, and even a few failed escape attempts, I had ultimately been forced to attend this so-called camp. My uncle’s whimsical descriptions—strawberry fields, flying horses, Greek gods, and half-goat people—were enough for Megumi to call absolute bullshit. But as much as I hated to admit it, I knew it was real. After all, it was where I had spent the first four years of my life.

“Nyao-chan, this is the 30th time you’ve said that in the past fifteen hours of flight time. Do better.”

I didn’t even need to look—I could feel nii-san rolling his eyes from the front seat.

“Toru-nii, don’t call me that,” I hissed, turning away with a dramatic hmph, hoping—just maybe—that a shred of guilt would creep into his conscience.

I remembered that place well, and it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Under different circumstances, I might have even enjoyed visiting. But he refused to acknowledge how much this would derail my progress as a sorcerer. Instead, he’d brushed off my concerns with, “Your development as a demigod is just as fundamental to your growth as your development as a sorcerer. Take it as a learning experience. Have fun. And for the love of god, make some friends that aren’t the Fushiguros or your creepy pet snake.”

Yeah. Like that would end well.

The last time I tried socializing, some boy called me a brat, and I instinctively activated my cursed technique—for the first time ever—in an attempt to kill him. A stunning breakthrough, sure, but not exactly a great first impression. Fortunately for them, the whole incident was ultimately brushed off with an ‘all’s well that ends well’ verdict.

I, on the other hand, walked away from that disaster with a solid 2-star rating. Would not recommend.

“I mean, considering how much you love small spaces, scratching, and hissing, you might as well be one,” he teased. “But hey, cheer up! You’re going to see your Chiron-sensei and Dino oji-san again. Won’t that be fun? All those childhood memories flooding back. Plus, I hear summer camps are really fun.” The exaggerated emphasis on those names made me cringe internally.

It wasn’t until much later that I realized my so-called Dino-oji-san was actually Dionysus, the Greek god of wine. I could only imagine what he must have felt, holding a toddler in his lap while she gleefully butchered his name to suit her convenience. The sheer secondhand embarrassment of the memory made me even less willing to go.

“What kind of summer camp runs in November ?” I shot back, earning an exasperated sigh from him.

Our satyr chauffeur casually mentioned that we were fifteen minutes away from camp. At that point, turning back wasn’t even an option. As the car sped along the winding road, I sank deeper into my seat, arms crossed, scowling at the window like a kid being dragged to school. My fingers drummed against my knee—an unconscious habit I had picked up from nii-san, though I’d rather die than admit it.

"You’re pouting," he pointed out, amusement lacing his voice.

"I’m brooding," I corrected, turning to glare at him. "There’s a difference."

He only grinned. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, Nyao-chan."

I clenched my fists. "Stop. Calling. Me. That."

Before I knew it, the car came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. There was nothing ahead but an empty stretch of asphalt, surrounded by dense vegetation on either side. “What happened ?” I asked, leaning forward.

The satyr turned to me and blinked. That’s when I realized I had spoken in Japanese instead of English. With the exception of my struggles with dyslexia, English had been fairly easy to learn—I credited Satoru-nii’s obsession with Friends and Britney Spears for that. But learning in general had always come naturally to me. I never had to try too hard to pick up a skill, something that both puzzled and frustrated others. Even I didn’t fully understand it. Apparently, it was a trait of a true Gojo—being godly perfect. That applied to everything except my cursed energy technique. At some point, I had hit a plateau, no matter what method I tried. My growth had stalled. Maybe that’s why he was sending me here.

“She meant, why did we stop?” Nii-san asked, his tone laced with amusement.

“We’re here,” the satyr replied simply. 

I glanced around in confusion. I saw nothing. Then, without a hint of urgency, the satyr stepped out of the car, gesturing for us to follow. With luggage in hand and no better options, we did. As we walked, the dense vegetation seemed to part before us, revealing a familiar yet distant world. My stomach twisted as a rush of forgotten memories threatened to surface—the scent of strawberries in the air, the distant sound of laughter, a warm voice calling my name.

I shook my head. No. That was then. This is now.

I let out a slow breath, steeling myself. Nii-san, of course, was already opening the door, stepping out with his usual carefree swagger. I had no doubt he was about to make a grand spectacle of my arrival, much to my horror. 

“Alright, kiddo,” he said, stretching. “Time to make some demigod friends!”

I scowled. “ I’d rather be cursed.”

He smirked. “That can be arranged.”

I swallowed hard. This is really happening.

After a short hike through the woods, we arrived at a large stone arch. It was a mix of weathered wood and ancient stone, covered in cracks and patches of moss. Greek symbols were carved into the top, their edges worn with age. I stared at the inscription, and to my surprise, the letters began to shift. At first, I thought my dyslexia was acting up, but then I realized—the symbols were rearranging themselves, forming words in English. Within seconds, the inscription clearly read: CAMP HALFBLOOD

“You look surprised. What do you see, Kana ?” Nii-san asked, his eyes on me. I described what had just happened, and he smirked, muttering something under his breath. Curious, I reached out and extended my hand toward the arch. Much like a jujutsu curtain, my fingers passed effortlessly through the barrier, which emitted a faint blue glow upon contact.

“Nii-san, you try it,” I gestured for him to do the same.

He reached out, but the moment his hand touched the barrier, it resisted, pulsing as if rejecting him. A flicker of amusement crossed his face before he pulled back.

“This barrier is stronger than I expected,”he remarked to the satyr, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I'm impressed.” The satyr puffed up slightly at the praise, his hooves shifting in the dirt. “Well, of course. It keeps out unwanted guests,” he said pointedly, glancing at Nii-san, who only grinned in response.

“Nii-san, if you really wanted to break through, how long would it take?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. If you asked anyone to describe Gojo Satoru in a single word, it would undoubtedly be ‘strongest’. There wasn’t a barrier he couldn’t break or a curse he couldn’t exorcise—as long as he put in the effort. He tilted his head, considering it. “Hmmm… it’s strong, I’ll give it that. But we wouldn’t want to put an entire camp full of kids in danger, right?”

I shrugged, accepting that as a fair enough reason despite him not giving me a straight forward answer.

“From here on out, it's just her. No one else can go inside,” the satyr said. “Yeah, we got that,” Satoru-nii replied, clapping his hands with a bright smile. “Just give us two minutes, okay? You know I need a moment to say goodbye to my precious baby.” The satyr blinked, then silently stepped away, out of earshot. Satoru-nii cupped my face in his hands, his voice soft and trembling as if he were about to cry. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics. “You didn’t feel any guilt over the past few days, and now you’re crying?”

“It’s not that simple!” he protested, his lower lip quivering. “I know I have to let my baby bird leave the nest because it’s what’s best for you, but I—” His voice broke, and a pang of guilt hit me. I sighed and hugged him. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll be fine.”

“Call me every day, you hear me? And make sure you eat well and get enough sleep. Oh my god, I sound like an old woman!” Gojo Satoru had a talent for completely ignoring the fact that Megumi, Tsumiki, and I technically had mothers —albeit either an absent or dead one—and acted like he was the one who’d carried us for nine months and given birth. But hey, who doesn’t appreciate a little extra coddling now and then?

“I can't believe you're leaving already.”

He chuckled, quickly shifting his tone to cover up the emotion in his voice. “What, you thought I’d stick around? I’d love to play the doting guardian, but this camp doesn’t exactly cater to ‘normal’ people like me.” He winked. “Besides, I’ve got my own life, you know.”

I scowled. “Debatable.”

The satyr cleared his throat. “We should get moving, Kanao. Chiron’s waiting.”

I rolled my eyes at the satyr before looking back at Nii-san. “But in any case, I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry.”

“I know. You'll be fine. Always. You'll be better than me, I know it.” Satoru nii-san’s voice softened, dropping into a low, almost wistful whisper. “Even though you're the best there is?” I asked, offering him a gentle smile. To that, he said something I didn’t expect. “You've inherited only my powers, I don't want you to inherit my tragedies too.”

His words left a bitter taste in my mouth. People often assumed that because he was the strongest, his life was easy. But it was people like him who suffered the most—so much so that sometimes, it made you wish you didn’t have power at all.

“And lastly,” he continued, as if the previous conversation had never happened, “don’t kill anyone. But if you do, get rid of the witnesses and call Nii-san first. Nii-san will take care of it.”

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. First of all, shouldn’t he be teaching his kid to be nice to people? And second, why was he referring to himself in the third person?

“Shouldn't you be saying ‘don’t bully people and be nice’ or something?” I asked, though his advice wasn’t the first of its kind. My brother Megumi had a reputation for beating up people at school, but Nii-san never saw an issue with it. The people Megumi fought were rarely innocent, and besides, he never lost a fight—so no shame was brought to the family name.

“If there's anyone you think shouldn’t be alive, then they shouldn’t be. Just remember, the world’s your playground. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he replied with complete conviction. One thing everyone knew about Gojo Satoru was that he was a firm believer in Gojo family supremacy—and he wasn’t wrong.

“Then what about those sleazy higher-ups?” I quipped, knowing full well what he was trying to do. I was aware of his grand plan to tear down the old order and build a new jujutsu world, which was the real reason he’d become a teacher. It was a vision I’d bought into the moment he showed me the dream of it. But for that dream to become a reality, I had to grow stronger. I needed to become more, become unstoppable. So, I’d gladly accept any wisdom the Greeks had to offer. By the time I was done here, I’d make sure I was the strongest demigod they’d ever laid their eyes on.

“All in due time Kana-chan.”

A/n: comment to be added into the taglist :)

[hugepolecat3298]

our air conditioning broke and since my dog is a spoiled little 21st century baby she doesn’t understand that the inside of houses aren’t actually naturally temperate so she just lies panting in the living room thinking that there’s something wrong with her and refuses to go downstairs to cool off unless you physically move her

[hawkepockets]

1 of my da:v opinions is that. ok. “eldest daughter/people pleaser raised in a land strange to her people” is an awesome core character concept. it’s just not at all who i thought harding was based on her inquisition dialogue? in veilguard, harding talks abt how she learned to butter people up and take up less space after being harrassed as a little dwarven girl in ferelden; in da:i, she said the same experiences taught her to be rough-and-tumble and to aim for the balls. even her minstrel song is about the vindictive glee she feels in battle while “cutting men down to size.” it calls her the “inquisition’s bloody prize.” she’s a violent person! violent enough to inspire ballads! by fereldan standards!

it’s not that she couldn’t have learned both behavior patterns, but since we don’t rly see them contrasted in harding’s da:v characterization, it feels more like an overwrite to say she’s gentle now.

she’s also just never been a people pleaser! her role in da:i was straight talker! she was one of the few npcs the inquisitor could trust to give a blunt report on the terrain and political situation in a new map. in “jaws of hakkon,” she had the clearest, frankest, most compassionate but also harshest insight about how their personhood was being eclipsed by their reputation and titles—

she’s forthright, without illusions, and also one of the most uncompromised & uncompromising believers in the inquisition’s cause. NOT one of the many followers courting the inquisitor’s favor & backing for their own agenda. absolutely not a pushover or a kissass.

and what’s the significance of calling harding an “eldest daughter” with implied negativity when her ma doesn’t appear in the game and their relationship is drawn as wholly positive?

so i think maybe harding & taash could’ve switched roles, with harding being the clear eyes of the party who tends toward the blunt, crass, and fanatical but will never lie or fawn, and taash being the heart, the people-pleasing eldest first gen immigrant daughter who gets in touch with their masculinity, individuality and fire during the story—while still retaining harding’s warm, naturalistic speaking voice & taash’s clipped commentary, and the contrast between their personalities that attracts them to each other.

the addition of younger siblings, whose relationship with shathann is not strained in the same way taash’s is since they are neither adaari nor the children shathann left the qun for, could also add depth & complexity to taash’s questline, more cultural ties for them to untangle (or - my preference - to realize don’t need untangled) and another contrast with only child harding, whose heavy responsibilities are all taken on by choice and not inherited… or so she thinks until her own personal quest.

maybe taash could even have another mom, who isn’t fridged?

just a notion!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being too close to my childhood best friend?

(This is so long I'm so sorry, there's just a fair bit of info.)

Me (22F) and Jake (23F) grew up together. Our mothers were friends for years and got pregnant around the same time, and we've basically been side by side our whole lives. We consider each other platonic soulmates and siblings.

Jake has had a girlfriend (Lucy, 23F) for the last seven months. I really like Lucy, she's so funny, so interesting, and she clearly makes Jake happy. There's been one or two awkward moments between us, but its never been anything that lingered or caused problems.

Now I know how people generally act/think about "the girl best friend" so when Jake said he was thinking of asking Lucy out, I made sure to back off a bit. Instead of having a brate (bro date, just hanging out doing something like bowling, Maccas, movie theatre, ect) once a week I said we should have one once a month, I don't call him just to hang on the phone together anymore, I make sure to not message at all on the days I know they have dates planned, ect.

I've really, really done my best to not get in the way, to make sure Lucy knows he really is just my brother, and I've tried to give them both space as someone who is not involved in their relationship.

I thought I was doing really well because its never really come up until this week. It was Jake and I's brate day and we decided to go to the mall so I could shop for clothes and he could get the slushies he likes there. Lucy knew where we'd be, and "happened" to show up, which was fine. Like I said, I like hanging out with her, and I actually thought it was cool I could get another girl's opinion on my outfit.

Jake decided to try on some clothes too while he was there and it turned into something of a mini fashion show of both of us showing off our possible choices. Lucy seemed to alternate between really having fun and going quiet. She refused to try on any herself but grinning and laughing while Jake and I were, and while we were taking turns playfully hyping each other up.

Jake tried on a pair of jeans and I was teasing him and said "damn dude, look at all that ass" trying to make him embarrassed. This was when Lucy muttered something I didn't quite hear, and politely suggested I should leave. Both Jake and I were really confused and taken aback and Lucy kind of shrugged and said things like this were things couples should do, and it was really inappropriate of me to make a sexual comment about her boyfriend while she was right there.

I didn't want to make a scene so I said I'd go, but Jake argued back and said it was clearly just joking around and he's sick of her getting upset at literally anything I do, or he does with me, which was surprising because it was the first I heard that she's had actual complaints.

We all wound up sitting down in the food court to talk and Lucy basically said that she's growing more and more uncomfortable with how close Jake and I are as her and Jake get closer, even though Jake and I's interactions have drastically dropped since they started dating. She thinks its weird we have friendship bracelets (our families went on a double vacation when we were 14 and me and Jake bought those cheap seaside shell bracelets in matching colors, that's literally it) and we hang out alone once a month (even though she's been invited multiple times and always refuses) and she thinks its even weirder than our families are so close and call us siblings.

I won't lie, it killed me inside, but I offered to back off entirely and only be around Jake in group settings, if at all, but Jake cut in and said that wasn't a compromise he was willing to make, and asked Lucy to talk more in private. They left together and trying to be respectful, I haven't reached out at all to either of them while they talk it through.

Jake's mom came over today to hang out with mine, and wound up telling me the last few days Jake has been stressed out, miserable, and isn't sure about staying with Lucy. She said it was a shame because Lucy seemed so nice, but she also said she was proud of him because I was family and Lucy's insecurity wasn't reasonable.

It made me feel sad and like I was hurting Jake by interfering with his relationship again, so I asked some of my online friends from a game I play and the opinion was kind of split. They all agreed I've never spoken about Jake in a way that hinted I liked him, but also that as girls, they'd feel weird anyway about knowing their boyfriend had this close bond with another girl, and they'd be wondering what the future would look like and if our friendship would get in the way of choices like moving, starting a family.

Now I feel completely lost and honestly a little scared of both losing Jake and apparently ruining his life by being so close to him. None of the rest of our IRL friend group has ever brought anything up about it, and I don't know if this is Lucy being jealous or if this is my fault.

What are these acronyms?

[irisbleufic]

YOUR 3 CATS ARE SO CUTE OMG! How old are they/what are their stories?

Like many young-ish queer married couples, @one-eyed-bossman and I entered the fast track to pet parenthood in 2020. I was still recovering from extensive cancer treatment at the time, which is part of what makes our first kitty especially meaningful to me.

ZEL

Zel is my darling girl. She’s now 5 years old, and when we adopted her in June of 2020, she was already 1 year old. After being rescued on the streets at a few weeks old with her two personable siblings, she spent an entire year at this lady’s house with like 20 other cats at any given time. She was feral and unapproachable, but somehow I was able to get close enough to her at the rescue to pick her up and put her in the carrier. She nailed me with her claws in the process, but that’s the only time she’s ever hurt me or anyone else. The day after we got her home, I stuck my hand behind the bed in her safe room, and she set her little paw square in my palm and left it there for about a minute. I spent a couple of months crawling halfway under the bed to pet her while she was curled in her bed, and eventually I could get her to follow me around the house by asking, “Do you want to go for a walk?” She barely left my side after that. I spent a lot of 2020 sick in bed; she always curled up snugly between my ankles or my knees. She’s now the smartest cat I’ve ever met. Her language recognition shocks me even after 4 years of having her as a silly little shadow who likes to play fetch with her pink-eared mouse toy. She’s stuck to my side any time I’m on the sofa, and about a month ago she climbed fully in my lap for the first time. Her meow is barely a whisper when she does use it (only to talk to me and occasionally to the TV), but the trills, squeaks, and yowls she makes to talk to her toys are hilarious. She doesn’t even talk to her siblings like that. Unlike many white cats, she is not deaf.

NICKY

We got Nicky a year after we got Zel; he was about 8 weeks old when we brought him home in June of 2021. We met a kind lady who periodically bred her lovely Bengal queens, and Nicky was somehow a “non-show-quality” (?!!) discount kitten. He’s sweet, goofy, vocal, afraid of everything/everyone that’s outside the house, and occasionally very naughty. We hoped he would bring Zel the rest of the way out of her shell, and it worked. He just adored her from day one. She took a few months to warm up to him, but they bonded pretty fast. Now, at 3 years old, he’s a big boy—17 pounds. He likes to stand/sit on laps more than he likes to lie down in them, although he will lie down in mine a couple times a week. He brings me granola bars from the cupboard and loves trash more than he likes his toys:

EMBER

We hadn’t planned on a third cat, but the universe insisted. I mean that quite literally. On 31 July 2022, my mother died at my sister’s place a couple of states away. The morning she died, me and my four siblings took a walk around my sister’s neighborhood. We split up and went slightly different ways; my sister and her husband called me as I was getting back to the house to say that a tiny, tiny crying kitten had run out of the bushes toward them. My sister didn’t know what to do; one of my nieces is very allergic, and we were all burnt-out from dealing with Mom’s passing and the funeral home taking away her body. I told her to bring the kitten back to the house, because I was too grief-stricken to let another thing die that day. Out on the porch, I fed her milk from one of the droppers we were using to give my mom morphine, all the while making desperate phone calls to local rescues. After about 3 hours, a local vet with specialty in caring for bottle baby kittens came to pick her up. She told me that, because I didn’t live too far away in the grand scheme of things, she could foster the baby until she was old enough for me to arrange transport to my home state. There was no way I could walk away from that little baby, so I got regular photos, videos, and updates from her foster mom until I could arrange transport about 5 months later (she came home in December of 2022). She has grown up to be the feistiest tortie I’ve ever met. She has far longer hair than I ever could have guessed, and even now that she’s 1.5 years old, she has very short legs (longer end of munchkin, our vet says!) and an overall smaller stature than her siblings. She fucking adores Nicky, and he has never once played too rough for her given the size disparity. He lets her chase him, jump on him, bap him into play fights, etc. She will cry and cry at night if we don’t pick her up and carry her around before we close the bedroom doors (they get to sleep in the bedroom sometimes, but not always; Nicky likes to knock picture frames off the wall in there, and I’m not about exposing them to broken glass).

[wintersoldiersoul]

She's Here

Summary: When you lose one of the most important people in your life, Bucky is there to support you

TWS: Death of a loved one (best friend), suicide and depression, grief, angst, fluff, talk about what happens after death

You were at your happiest just sitting on the couch with Bucky. It was a rare occurrence that you both had free time like this so you took full advantage when you did. Your body rested against his with his arms wrapped around you, both of you focused on the movie playing on the tv screen. Bucky’s hand idly played with your hair, running the strands through his fingers in the most comforting way.

Suddenly, your phone rang, breaking you out of the peaceful trance you had been in. It was a random number, so you ignored it. But then it rang again. And again. You answered it, curiosity peaked at who was calling you so many times.

“Y/N?” A female voice said over the line. “It’s Y/B/F/N’s mom.” The woman was clearly crying.

Your heart rate picked up. Why was your best friend’s mother calling you at this hour on a friday night? “Is everything okay?” You said, panic rising in your own voice. Bucky’s eyes were fixed on you as you sat up, suddenly much more alert than you had been.

You went stone cold at the next words. She was dead. Your best friend in the entire world, was dead. She had killed herself. She had lost the battle with depression that you knew she had faced her entire life. 

You hung up the phone a moment later with shaking hands. You stared out into the vast openness off the room, not knowing what to do. 

“Baby?” Bucky whispered. He knew something was wrong.

“She’s dead.” Your voice was barely audible. You couldn’t believe you were saying the words out loud. Just hours ago you had spoken to your best friend on the phone, talking about her upcoming trip to visit you in New York. “Y/B/F/N is dead.” 

“What do you need?” Bucky asked immediately. He wanted to wrap you up and hold you but he also understood if you just needed space. He didn’t wanna startle you.

You looked up at him, mouth open, trying to find words. You had no idea what you needed at this moment.

Your body fell into him as the sobs started to wrack your body. He held you close, like he was afraid you might slip away. “I’m so so sorry,” he whispered.

Bucky was no stranger to losing people that he loved. Sure, it might not have been exactly the same. He had woken up from decades of brainwashing in a brand new world, a world where everyone he loved was dead. But still, he understood the feeling of grief.

He knew how close you and your best friend were. You had grown up together. Had done everything together. You never missed your weekly calls, even if you were busy. You always made the time because she was the most important person in your life, next to Bucky. Losing her was like losing half of yourself.

“I-I don’t know what to do!” You cried, struggling to breathe.

Bucky didn’t let go of you that night, carrying you to bed while you sobbed until he finally got you calm enough to sleep.

Three days later

You stared at your reflection in the mirror. This isn’t real, you thought as you smoothed the black dress on your body. This isn't real. She’s gonna call me any second. 

“Are you ready?” Bucky’s gentle voice said. He sounded so far away. Everything sounded, and felt so far away. This isn’t real. 

You sighed. “No. I don’t think there’s any way for me to be ready for this.”

“Today is gonna be hard, I’m not gonna lie.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your frame from behind, just trying to give you comfort in any way. “But I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll be right next to you.”

You cried when you saw her parents. Her siblings. You cried again when the service started, but pulled yourself together before it was your turn to speak.

“Hi everyone,” you began, voice already shaking. “My name is Y/N. Y/B/F/N was my best friend in the entire world. She was my sister.” Your voice cracked as you spoke and you paused to collect yourself. “It’s impossible to put our friendship into words.” You couldn’t control it anymore as a sob rang out from the depths of your body. Bucky immediately rushed up, prepared to do whatever you needed to help you get through the speech. “I-I can’t,” you whispered so only he could hear it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said quietly. He unwrapped himself from you and took your place at the podium. “We became friends on the first day of kindergarten,” Bucky spoke, reading your words for you to the crowd. “The first thing she said to me was that my shoes were ugly and that we had to hang out so that she could pick out new ones for me.” 

You watched from the side as his steady voice recounted your relationship with your best friend. You wished you were stronger. That you could have read the words yourself. But at least Bucky was there to step in when you couldn’t. It was important to you that the things you had written were heard by everyone in that room.

Back at her mother’s house, after the service, you greeted person after person who gave their condolences. It felt like a broken record, sitting there, saying thank you to each and every person who walked through the door. You were exhausted.

“We can go home, baby,” Bucky said, noticing the sad, empty look in your eyes.

You nodded in agreement, suddenly unable to bear another moment of the current setting you were in. 

“I could have done more.” Those were the first words you said when you and Bucky walked into the threshold of your home. “I could have helped her! I could have saved her!”

“Oh angel…” He hugged you, rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. “You were always there for her. Every single day. You never missed a phone call, never left a text unanswered. She was your world. And she knew that. Trust me, she knew.”

“But what if there was something else I could have done?” You raised your voice, the anger stage of grief beginning to hit. “I should have noticed she wasn’t okay! I- I thought she was better! I thought she was doing better but she wasn’t and I should have known!”

Bucky’s eyes were full of pain. His heart was shattered into so many pieces on your behalf. “Listen to me. You did everything that you could. This is not your fault.”

“I just…” your voice trailed off. “I should have known,” you finished, quietly. “I wish I could tell her how much I love her just one more time. I need her to know.” Hot tears burned down your face.

“She knows. Somewhere, somehow, she knows. She will always know.” 

Later that night, you and Bucky laid in bed. “What do you believe in, when it comes to death?” you asked.

“Honestly? I have no idea,” he said. “I don’t know if I believe in heaven and hell in a traditional sense. But since I don’t know, I chose to believe whatever brings me comfort. I think that people who pass are watching over us, somehow. I like to believe that they can see us and hear us. And that they show themselves to us through the little things. Like a breeze blowing when you think of them. Or even a dream. I think that the dead have their ways of communicating with us.” He stroked your hair as he spoke.

“I like that,” you replied. “I’ve never really known what to believe either. I guess I’ve never really believed in anything. But you’re right. If we don’t know what actually happens, we have to believe in whatever gives comfort.”

“She’s here with you, baby. Somehow, she’s here. And she knows how much you love and miss her.”

You curled up against him. “I don’t know how to live without her,” you said, another round of tears spilling.

“She’s with you, honey. She is.” 

A week later, you and Bucky were on a walk. He tried to get you out of the house as much as possible, terrified that your grief would overtake you and pull you into a darkness that you’d never climb out of. 

“Tell me a story about her,” he said, his hand clutching yours.

“She loved rain,” you laughed lightly. “She was always forcing me to go outside in the rain with her. I don’t know why. But I can’t even tell you how many times we just ran around, getting soaked until we both ended up with colds.”

Bucky smiled at you as you spoke, telling him stories about you and your best friend and how you would stay outside for hours getting drenched.

As you continued, the sky turned gray. Thick, heavy raindrops pounded on the pavement.

“See that?” Bucky said. “She’s here with you. She’ll always be here.”

[starcrossedlvvr]

So High School - Part 1

-> wanda maximoff x OG!character - high school AU

authors note: hi! this is my first story, so please bare with me 🙏 the story is inspired by taylor swift’s song 'so high school'. not proofread, because i’m too exited about posting. let me know how you like it!!

Part 1: The First Day

The sun was barely up when Jillian Walker woke to the shrill beeping of her alarm clock. She groaned, burying her face into her pillow, but the buzzing of her siblings outside her room quickly reminded her why she couldn’t afford to sleep in.

“JJ!” Louise’s voice came through the door, high-pitched and impatient. “Mom says you need to get up now or we’ll miss the train!”

“I’m up!” Jill shouted back, though she still didn’t move right away. For a moment, she let herself lie there, staring at the water stain on her ceiling and steeling herself for what she already knew would be a long day.

The beginning of another school year at Xavier Academy.

By the time she dragged herself downstairs, the chaos had reached its peak. Vicky was already in tears, Charlie and Benji were bickering over who got to sit by the window on the train, and their mother was pacing in the kitchen, muttering complaints under her breath.

“Jillian!” Her mother whirled around when she saw her. “Where have you been? I can’t do this by myself—help me get these kids moving!”

Jill bit back the sarcastic response that threatened to slip out. “I’ve got it, Mom,” she said instead, grabbing Vicky’s hand and shooing Charlie and Benji toward the door.

It wasn’t until they were finally on the train and the younger kids had settled down that Jill allowed herself to relax. She leaned her head against the window, watching the scenery blur by, and let her thoughts drift to the year ahead.

Her siblings would all be with her at Xavier now, which meant no more sleepless nights worrying about whether they were okay back home. But it also meant constant interruptions, endless questions, and no escape from the responsibilities that always seemed to fall on her shoulders.

At least she had Pietro.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed with a message:

Pietro: Back to the grind, huh? Meet me at the front steps when you get here. We’ve got to scope out the new kids.

Jill rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. The first day of school at Xavier Academy was always a spectacle. The courtyard buzzed with activity as students returned from their summer breaks, hugging friends, hauling suitcases, and exchanging updates.

Pietro was waiting for her by the front steps, as promised, his signature cocky grin already in place.

“There’s my favorite genius,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders as she approached.

“You say that like you know any other geniuses,” Jill quipped, shaking him off.

“Fair point. Come on, you’ve got to see what Wanda’s wearing. It’s ridiculous.”

Jill’s stomach tightened at the mention of Wanda, though she’d never admit it. Pietro’s twin sister had a way of getting under her skin like no one else.

She didn’t have to look far to find her. Wanda Maximoff stood near the fountain, surrounded by her usual group of friends. She was dressed in a pale pink blouse and denim shorts, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She was laughing at something one of her friends had said, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jill hated her.

“Walker,” Wanda called out when she spotted her, a smirk curling at the corners of her mouth. “Still dressing like my brother?."

“Maximoff,” Jill shot back, folding her arms. “Still trying to distract everyone from your lack of substance with overpriced clothes?."

The jab landed, and for a split second, Wanda’s smirk faltered. But she recovered quickly, stepping closer with a defiant tilt of her chin.

“At least I know how to dress,” she said. “You look like you just raided a thrift store.”

“Better than looking like I walked out of a magazine no one reads,” Jill said coolly.

Pietro groaned, stepping between them. “Alright, ladies, can we save the insults for later? Some of us would like to enjoy the first day without a full-blown war.”

“Fine,” Wanda said, brushing past Jill with a dramatic flip of her hair. “See you around, Walker. Try not to bore anyone to death with your Shakespeare monologues.”

Jill clenched her fists, biting back a retort. She told herself it was anger that made her heart race whenever Wanda was near. Nothing more.

[arabriddler]

Finally sharing my ventriloquist ! ( thank you @plainiack-arts for the Arnold talk it encouraged me to finish this up)

anyways, I like both Peyton and Arnold so I thought, well, we can have both no one’s stoping us.

Peyton was the eldest siblings with three younger siblings. Her father had left many years ago and her mom took care of them, or, was supposed to, but because of a demanding job her mom was usually very very busy, and Peyton loved her and wanted to help out by taking care of her siblings and the house and everything, even if it meant she’d secretly drop off school and pretend she was accepted for a scholarship that paid off school. This is where Scarface started to show up. He came as a voice from the little sock puppet she made to entertain her siblings. ( He’s called Scarface because the sock had a hole in it ). Scarface was smart and taught Peyton how to lie. Scarface’s influence grew with Peyton and her skills with making puppets. Scarface wanted a better body and to be a ‘real man’. So Peyton developed him and kept building him better. Except the more she listened about him the more he became real in a way. Peyton was the perfect daughter and the perfect eldest sister. Her siblings loved her and trusted her, and she always encouraged them to make a nice life for themselves. Peyton had to sacrifice a lot for them, but she didn’t mind because she loved them. Scarface though was angry. He thought if he was to be tied up with someone it shouldn’t be someone as Weak and pathetic as Peyton. He’s torment her at night and sometimes he’d break her siblings’ toys and rip their homework out of frustration. Her siblings were upset even when Peyton would explain it wasn’t her it was Scarface. They started to distance themselves and Scarface grew stronger. One day, he laid a hand on her sibling, and Peyton throw Scarface away ( only to pick him up again, an obsession ).

her siblings eventually listened to her, to take care of themselves, and they left one by one. One went to college, one joined a band, and the last just slipped away, he was just 14. Peyton was proud that they’d cut her off and be better, but Scarface was furious and just very very angry. He cut her face once to prove that she’s not better than him. This war between them kept growing until Scarface killed Peyton’s mom so Peyton could just grow up, and Peyton picked up the gun and killed him. Then, she called the GCPD to report her mom’s murder, except they ended up detaining her and taking her to Arkham!

[cosmicfait]

𝐃𝐀𝐃! 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 who…

forgive me for any spelling mistake, my first language isn’t english.

dad! chris who… always does everything for his little princess.

dad! chris who… would buy everything for his little girl.

“look what dad just bought for you…” chris tells the 9-month-old baby while showing some toys he bought for his little girl.

dad! chris who… would always hug his girl skin to skin.

dad! chris who… would give his princess a younger sibling if she asked.

“baby, cmon, let me fuck another child in you.” chris said while your internal walls squeezed his cock that fucked you so deep.

then weeks later you find out that you were pregnant with your second child.

dad! chris who… would always put his daughter to do any sport or dance she wants.

dad! chris who… would be the funniest father of all, always doing clowning and tickle wars with your little one.

dad! chris who… would warn his daughter if she disrespected you.

"mom, you’re so boring!” the little one grumbles angry, hitting her little feet on the floor while ignoring the fact that you were calling her.

chris noticing the whole situation, goes to the girl. "never talk to your mother like that again, do you understand? treat her with more respect! she’s not boring! apologize to her now." chris spoke in an authoritarian and warned tone.

seconds later you just hear the girl's footsteps going towards you, apologizing and saying how much she loves you.

dad! chris who… would never let you make a lot of effort, and I would always take care of you and your daughter.

"baby, this is heavy, I hold it for you, lie down and relax." chris says while holding the little one on his lap and taking your things with another arm, while placing a kiss on your forehead.

dad! chris who… would make your daughter enjoy the last moments as an only child, and would do everything for her, from ice cream with dad to fun walks in the park.

dad! chris who… would be with you every second during the labor of your second child.

“i love you, baby. i’m so proud of you, you’re doing so well.” he caresses your hand gently, feeling horrible for the pain you felt.

dad! chris who… cried the moment he saw his second son.

dad! chris who… took care of you in the postpartum until the return home.

dad! chris who… woke up in the middle of the night demanding that you go back to sleep, and then he took care of the little boy who cried hungry.

dad! chris who… is certainly the best father and husband in the world.

[rachelsshowerthoughts]

Not Aware AU exactly but kinda tangential. I always toyed with this idea of "Kagami was transferred into Adrien's class when she joined the school."

This could be in S2, or be because Tomoe saw Adrien was attending school and she's got those later season machinations & sends Kagami to make sure he's not snagged by a gold digger.

(In the former case its just in S2, while in the latter it starts after Princess Fragrance.)

This was fine and fun at first, but Kagami is more willing to start shit with Chloe & much less patient with Adrien's continued softness.

Plus, Adrien can't really explain why he's fond of Chloe cos its a mixture between he can't imagine his life without her (Sibling coded) & stuff like, "She was there for me when mom disappeared & got me into school".

This leads to her at some point losing her patience and dragging both off to a classroom and basically saying "Either she needs to improve or you need to drop her, because this cannot go on."

You'd expect it to be a two on one but Adrien's efforts to play peacemaker lead to Kagami arguing with him as well.

Then when one of Chloe's major blows lands hard against Adrien, "Our parents harm more people every day than I do in a year and you still love them, hypocrites!"

It does nothing to Kagami, because she doesn't love her mother, she respects her, obeys her and fears her wrath but she doesn't love her even a little and she assumed Adrien was the same.

He is not the same & is in fact kind of defensive of his father at such a blatant rejection of one's own family and how uncomfortable it makes him.

It basically descends from there, cos I love slow burns but sometimes its just like, "Hmm what if they all started screaming their issues that they do not realize are issues at the top of their lungs?"

None of these kids know therapy talk so their languages on it is already going to be shit even before we remember literally not a one of them has much in the way of healthy communication or good social skills outside of formal events so:

So you have Chloe defending stuff like destroying Roses' letter because "That's how Mama handles it when I give her bad gifts, she's telling me to do better and one day I'll get it right!" As well as "Why would Papa want to see me when he doesn't need me for something? He's not a lunatic control freak like your parents."

Then you have Adrien defending stuff like, "I know my dads cold and has impossible standards and barely lets me do anything I want but he is protective and just wants what's best for me!" & "My mom was always kind to me, she was perfect even if she never let me go out or have a birthday either!"

& Kagami defending Tomoe with, "It doesn't matter how I feel about Adrien, or my instructions, I act as I do because it is for the good of my family. My emotions, my life don't matter at all before that duty!"

So its just three incredibly fucked up abused kids steadily airing each others and their own families laundry list of abusive traits and experiences under the pretext of saying "No my family is normal & OK yours is the bad one" and "How dare you call 'that' bad, when your parent does this!"

(Also Chloe may think Gabriel killed Emilie or otherwise would rather have Adrien sealed in amber forever than as an actual living boy,)

With this continuing until it either gets physical or they basically collapse.

Meanwhile the class is just watching in mounting horror and disgust and discomfort. (Nino is likely especially pissed) Like even with Chloe it may not justify her behavior but it puts so much of it in a new deeply messed up context where it kind of makes sense she doesn't even know how to be nice.

To quote a friend of mine:

The rich kids have taken knives to each other. They've cut open their festering wounds. The rot is exposed, scrubbed raw. While they lie angry, bleeding, crying, and dying [inside], they have the opportunity to look upon themselves once more and apply new dressings.

I can see it, but unless Gabriel is ACTUALLY out of the country, all three get Akumatized. My thoughts are a weird mix Grimm Brothers Fairytales - Cinderella, Snow White, Hansel & Gretel, etc. Not in specific, but like. More fairytale tropes?

Adrien is the "Cinderella"-style. Rapunzel, Snow White-style, "One Day My Prince Will Come"-style. The type of character that has to sacrifice and sacrifice, and will eventually be rewarded. If he does one more photo shoot, one more public appearance, *scrubs one more floor*, his father will finally love him. He'll finally have the happy ending he wants. He just has to stick it out - cause his dad DOES love him, right? (As a possession, if at all.)

Chloé is more of the "Trials"-style. Complete this mission-style. Knit twelve sweaters from nettles, and your brothers will become human again. Find the right goose, and get set free. Defeat the evil witch, and the spell is broken. If Chloé tries hard enough, does and says the right things, her parents will love her, show her affection. She'll finally be worth something. (All of it performative and shallow, until they raise the bar to another impossible height. Always keeping her dependant on them.)

Kagami, weirdly, I see as more endurance, or contract style - like a flipped version of Adrien. She isn’t really trying to "change" her situation the way Chloé or Adrien are, (for value of "trying to change it", ie, playing along with their parents games because that’s all they know to do) she's accepted this is the way it is, and is simply trying to endure it. Go through the motions. Hold up your end of the bargain. Work within the bonds of your deal, to do as little harm as you can, while still fulfilling your end. One day, you'll be out. You'll be free. (As if her mother will ever set her free.)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Fourteen: Fathers and Sons (Terry McGinnis' POV)

I hadn’t heard from Jason in over two years, but he was at the funeral. I thought it was strange. I wondered who invited him. I wondered why he stood so far away. Mom couldn’t move. She couldn’t process any of it. So, we stood beside her as everyone paid their respects and went home. They could go home. I couldn’t. I could never go home again. I had to officially move in with Mom once they let me into the crime scene that was once my dad’s apartment. Everyone left, and I stayed behind. Mom took Matt home, and Jason finally approached. I couldn’t pretend. I resented him for letting me go without a reason. So, I let him have it. I couldn’t remember what I said, but I know it was harsh. He stood there, tall and strong with sadness in his eyes. Jason didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. I tore into him until I didn’t have any other words to describe how I felt. And without missing a beat, he said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you… But I knew you were good. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t think you could handle it… But I missed it. Every moment.”

I swallowed hard. My stomach was in knots. It only took a few little sentences for me to forgive him. I knew he’d understand my grief. My anger. My emptiness. “What are you doing here?” I questioned, my voice breaking as I asked him. 

“I promised Mary that I’d look after you while you got your things. I also promised her that I’d try to get you to eat. We could get whatever you want,” Jason whispered, “We’ll go eat… And then we’ll get your stuff. I promise.” 

“Why? Why now?” I asked. 

“Because I lost my parents as a kid. And in retrospect, I think I needed someone who could show me how to process grief without being pacified with emotionally addictive coping mechanisms. Are you alright with me coming around for a little while?” Jason questioned. I wanted to say no. I wanted to pretend I didn’t need him, but I couldn’t lie. I nodded. 

** 

After Jason took me to eat, we went to the apartment. Jason came with me, and he stood by quietly while I packed everything that I could into a box. Everything I owned fit into one big box. It made me feel sick and empty in my chest. I looked up at Jason, almost pleading for him to feel it for me. Feel my pain.  

“One of the kids in my program took my family from me. He got too attached… And he—. He developed a jealous streak. He thought I passed his case on because of my children… And he took them from me. I was afraid that those feelings would keep me from helping you… And I didn’t want to make the same mistake of passing your case onto someone else, so I stepped away. Besides, you were so independent. You didn’t need me as much. You and Warren were doing alright. But, he—. He called me. He said something changed a few months ago. What was it?” Jason questioned. The confession seemed out of place. 

“It wasn’t like that. I get into with some guy at school sometimes, but it’s—. Dad was swamped at work. He didn’t have the time to talk about it anymore… So, I stopped explaining. I’m not messing around with gangs or stealing anymore. I swear,” I promised him. He nodded. “I would’ve understood if you told me what happened to your kids. I’m sorry, Jason.”

“It’s—. Thank you… I probably should’ve explained, but I—. It’s a lot to dredge up,” Jason replied, “Which is why I want you to talk about this on your own time. I’ll be available whenever you feel like talking about him. I spent a lot of time talking to Warren. We became friends. He was kind to me.”

“What did you have in common with my dad?” I questioned. 

Jason smiled as tears slid down his cheeks. “He had a normal life… Normal problems… But this—.”

“Feels wrong… I don’t think Dad would’ve opened the door for those twips,” I interrupted him.

Jason nodded as he looked around. He must’ve seen something because his jaw tightened. “Terry, after today… don’t come back here. Something’s not right. This isn’t—. If you see something weird, I want you to call me,” Jason whispered. He stepped into the doorway, and I could tell there was something wrong in his eyes. A switch flipped, and he scanned over everything. 

“What is it?” I questioned. Jason shook his head as he took me to his car. His face went dark, and he looked around. 

“I don’t know… I just feel strange about all of this, Terry. Get in the car, and I’ll take you to Mary’s. It’s getting dark,” Jason whispered. He shut the door and got in the driver’s seat. I looked at Jason. 

“Does this mean I’m back in the program?” I asked. I felt stupid as soon as I asked it. 

“Is that what you want?” Jason questioned. 

He wanted me to say it. Not for his ego. I don’t think he had one, but it was all for me. He wanted to know what I wanted. And he needed me to ask him. I started hyperventilating, and Jason tapped the dashboard between us until I calmed down. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without my dad,” I mumbled.

“And I can’t fill that space, but I can create a space for you to cope if you’ll let me help you,” Jason answered. 

We didn’t say anything else for the whole ride home, and he walked me up to the door and said goodbye to my mom and Matt before leaving. And somewhere in between me entering my room and seeing Matt, I dropped my dad’s picture and found the disc. And that’s when I decided to get involved with Bruce Wayne. I didn’t know much about the old man, and I didn’t really care, but I needed his help. I knew I couldn’t go to Jason because he’d tell me not to get involved. He would’ve taken over, and I wanted my own answers… and it was Mr. Wayne’s company. 

**

Jason picked me up from school after Powers’ people accosted me. He pinched the bridge of his nose, before sighing. Avery-Marie sat in the back seat, kicking her feet. She had noise-canceling headphones on. “Are you okay?” Jason asked.

“I’m alright… Is that Avery-Marie? She’s so big now,” I whispered. 

“Yeah… She’s in kindergarten… Why is Powers’ muscle hassling you?” Jason questioned. 

I shook my head like I didn’t know, and he accepted it. He knew I was lying, but he didn’t push for an answer. “Powerphones off,” Jason commanded, and Avery-Marie looked up. 

“Grandpa, can I have a cookie in the car?” Avery-Marie asked. 

“Sure, Avie. Did you see Terry in the front seat?” Jason questioned.

“Hi, Terry! Do you want a cookie too?” Avery-Marie offered. Her blonde curls reached past her shoulders, and she wore glitter star stickers on her face. “Grandpa, is Terry coming over to play?” 

Jason tapped the steering wheel as he started driving. “Not today, Sweetpea… Terry’s busy.” Avery-Marie pouted as she handed me a cookie.

“Maybe some other time… ‘Kay, Avery-Marie?” I offered. 

Jason nodded. “If he’s free, maybe he can babysit sometimes,” Jason suggested. He wanted me at the office. I knew what that meant. He wasn’t ready to let the situation with Powers go. Not completely anyway.

[multifandomslxt]

🌸LIAR🌸

(Bsf brother! Yuta x Black Chubby reader)

Synopsis: Yuta, Y/n’s best friend's brother just came home from college to a beautiful surprise in the form of thick thighs, stomach pudge, puppy eyes, and a little bit of lies.

Warnings: Mentions of a kn*fe, smut and lies.

Word count: 1.8 k (ik I went overboard)

“Oh, Yuta’s coming tomorrow” My best friend of 6 years says to me in the most casual way possible.

I turn to look at her in shock “What?”

We were seated in a booth at our favourite diner ‘PHUCK ONMEI’.

Yup, its exactly that

We were having our weekly tea pill over some cherry cokes and cheesy fries when she just dropped this bomb.

“Lisa, I’m not fucking with you. What do you mean your brother’s coming tomorrow?”

She rolls her eyes and slams her tall class of coke on the table “My brother, Yuta Nakamoto - the man you’ve been wanting to jump your draws since first year high school - is coming tomorrow”

I slapped her hand at the rude but true comment.

I’ve had a crush on my best friend’s brother since the first day I saw him.

Lisa and I were 16 and chatting up in her living room and 16-year-old Yuta had walked out of his room shirtless with bed hair.

That was 7 years ago.

Ever since then, every time I saw him, I stared.

Back then, He confronted me many times about it.

He tilted his head and smirked

Holy fuck.

“See something you like You like Y/N”

“N-no”

“Shush bitch. At least pretend to be disgusted or something.” I stated.

You’d think someone would be upset at their best friend having a crush on their sibling but nope, not Lisa.

Matter of fact she encouraged it.

‘You lie when you’re flustered, and he lies all the fucking time. Match made in Heaven’. She would always say.

“I thought he couldn’t take time off this year” I said still trying to digest the news. Yuta had moved away to college three years ago and was currently studying to become a doctor.

More specifically a Gynaecologist.

Christ.

Lisa slurps the last of her drink and says, “That’s what he said but mom misses him and y’know when mom wants something she gets it”.

“True.” Was all I could say as my mind started to fill with thoughts of him.

I picked at my food for the rest of our little ‘gossip date’ until it was time to go.

The minute I stepped into my apartment I screamed in excitement.

“Holy shit!” I ran around my apartment smiling like an idiot.

“I’m seeing him tomorrow for the first time in three freaking years.”

As the evening went by my excitement began to be replaced by fear.

‘What If he doesn’t remember you?’

I feel like he does. He has to.

‘What if he brushes you off?’

 I mean we aren’t exactly family.

‘What if he hates what he sees?’

My skin crawled at my last thought.

Yes, my body changed over the past few years, but I wasn’t insecure about it.

My hips filled out nicely, my boobs were alright, and my ass was heavenly.

It rested on thick thighs that complimented my stomach pudge and back rolls…I was Hot.

“What’s not to like” I said out loud to no one in particular.

“Wear something sexy but cute tomorrow, mom wants you at the welcome dinner”. Was the last thing Lisa said before we parted ways.

Thank God I went shopping last week I know exactly what to wear.

://///////:::::::/::::::////////////////////TIME SKIP

“Hail Mary mother of G-” I was interrupted by a smack on the back of my head.

I rubbed my head trying to quell the pain “OW!”

“Cut that shit out. It’s just my brother not the coming of Jesus” Lisa hisses as rolls her eyes.

We were currently sitting in her living room surrounded by what Mrs. Nakamoto called ‘simple decorations’.

They were not simple.

Blue and white Balloons were all over the floor and there as a fucking 7-foot standee of Yuta at the front door.

Scared the living shit out of me when I got here.

“Mom says he’s on his way here.” Lisa says as she idly kicks a balloon.

I shrugged “Whatever.”

“What? All of a sudden, you’re not trembling in excitement anymore? That’s weird.”

I shrugged again “I wasn’t excited.”

Lisa looked me up and down and threw her head back laughing “Liar.”

//////////////////////////////TIME SKIP///////////////////////////////////////////////////

He came.

He fucking came like a storm.

He changed.

So damn much.

He walked through the door and heart fell to my ass.

Yuta Nakamoto did the fucking impossible and became hotter.

I watched as he hugged Lisa and his mother before turning to me who was standing behind Lisa.

I waited for him to say something…anything.

Instead, he did the unthinkable

“Who’s this?”

The world stopped.

Shame and embarrassment clawed at my chest.

Lisa gasped in shock and Mrs. Nakamoto swatted his arm.

“You don’t remember Y/N?”

His eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“This is Y/N?” he gestured to me in disbelief.

I smiled shyly and looked down “Yes, its me”.

I could feel his eyes on me. Taking me in.

I hope he likes what he sees.

We had dinner in comfortable conversations, revelling on past memories and Yuta’s school life.

Throughout the entire meal he didn’t even spare me a glance.

I felt dejected.

Soon it was time for dessert but Mr. Nakamoto who was supposed to be here earlier had called.

“Your father needs to be picked up from work again so I’ll have to go get him”. Mrs. Nakamoto said slowing standing from her chair.

“I’ll come with” Lisa said also standing from her chair.

“There’s cake in the kitchen” Mrs. Nakamoto says grabbing her coat and car keys, Lisa following close behind.

“Oh, I’ll cut it” I offered.

I needed to get away from him and take a damn breath.

I got up from my seat and headed to the kitchen leaving no room for Mrs. Nakamoto to object.

“Alright then, we’ll be back soon.” Mrs Nakamoto shouted out before closing the front door.

Great.

I grabbed the oven mitten and pulled the cake from the oven and setting it on the countertop.

I heard a chair scrape the ground and footsteps making their way towards the kitchen.

Soon, there was a presence beside me.

"Missed me?"

I peered up at the man I'd met a thousand times before. Before he left for Uni his hair was shorter

and he was slimmer. Now, his body was lean with muscle and his hair was so long that he gathered it

in a ponytail at the back of his head.

Nakamoto Yuta was a sight to see.

“N-no I didn’t”

Then he did that thing, the thing that almost made me loose my shit about a hundred times

He tilted his head and smirked

“Liar. I know you did”

I shake my head “You’re so full of yourself”.

 He chuckled “I know.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around reaching for a knife to cut the cake.

I could have imagined it.

I really could’ve.

But I’m pretty sure I just heard Yuta do a sharp intake.

I turned around to face him again “Are you okay?”

“You changed a lot” He ignores my question.

“yeah, I guess.” I said simply said.

He nods.

“And this dress…did you wear it for me doll?” He questions as his fingers skim across the fabric covering my breasts.

My breath hitches as I feel my nipples getting hard under the fabric “N-no I did not.”

He grips my chin causing me to look directly in his eyes.

“Liar”.

////////////////////////////////////// SMUT! NSFW SMUT! //////////////////////////////////////////

“You taste so fucking good baby” Yuta says gripping my thighs pulling them further apart as his tongue works between my legs.

We were still in the kitchen.

I was now on the countertop with Yuta between my thighs.

I could her him sucking and lapping at my juices.

His face was glistening and covered in it.

my mind was so foggy I could barely understand anything.

Suddenly my lower abdomen started to feel cramped, but I could tell something was different.

More intense.

“YUTA! WAIT!” I shout as I try to squeeze my thighs shut.

He uses his strength to keep them open. I try getting up only to be held down and pulled closer

“Don’t you fucking run from me.” He grunts.

Tears were streaming down my face “Yuta m’gonna make a mess”

“Not yet baby. Not fucking yet” he says standing up.

I whine in protest.

He pecks my lips to shut me up.

I can taste myself on his lips.

He grips my waist and helps me down form the counter

“I want you to sit on my face.” He says as I watch him lay on the kitchen floor.

“What?” I ask in disbelief. Staring down at him

He grunts and pulls me down by the hem of my dress making me fall on top of him.

“I’ll crush you” I state.

A sharp slap to my thigh causes me to screech “Sit. On. My. Face.”

I hesitate but go to hover over his face anyway.

“Y/N I said sit. Not hover” he says sternly

“But I don’t wa-” I was cut off as he grabs my hips and pulls me down immediately. His mouth latching to my pussy.

He continues licking and sucking eventually adding a finger.

“Oh fuck!” I shout as my eyes roll back at the intensity.

“Did you miss me?” He asks again.

“NO!” I shout

“Liar” he says adding another finger causing my body to jolt.

His fingers pressing into my Thighs keeps me in place as my thighs tremble and my orgasm builds.

“Yuta I’m gonna cum! I wanna cum!”

“Did you miss me? Ill let you cum if you tell me the truth doll.” He says as he places sloppy wet kisses on my clit continuing to pump his fingers in and out of me.

I shut my eyes tightly as a stray tear rolls down my cheek “YES! YES I FUCKING MISSED YOU!”

“Atta girl. Cum for me baby” he says from under me.

And I did.

I roll off to the side beside Yuta.

I was panting and so was he. Except I look like I just rana mile and he looks like he just had the best time of his life.

“I missed you too doll.”

///////////////////////////////////////END OF SMUT///////////////////////////////////////////////////

“Y/N! YUTA! We’re back!”

Lisa says as she walks in her Mr. and Mrs Nakamoto behind her.

Yuta and I already cleaned up and were watching TV.

“Hey!” I say smiling at them.

“Dad, you’re late” Yuta says mischievously causing Mr. Nakamoto to laugh heartily.

Yuta and his parent walk to the back patio to catch up leaving me and Lisa in the living room.

She takes a seat next tom me on the couch and says

“Bitch, the house smells like sex.”

[lunabug2004]

My Amateur Attempt at a Mike Wheeler Analysis (S1, E1):

WARNING: This is a very Mike-defensive analysis! I will be (over)analyzing every Mike scene, episode by episode, but if you’re looking for completely unbiased analyses, this is not where you’ll find them! He is one of my favorite TV characters of all time and I’m sick of all the hate, so I wanted to just put my view of him up somewhere. Also, I ship both Mileven and Byler, but I prefer Byler quite a bit more, so this will mainly be Byler-focused, and I will touch on some of Mike’s queer-coding as well.

Season 1, Episode 1:

Mike is playing DnD with Will, Dustin, and Lucas, acting as the DM. This is an early testament to his intelligence and imagination, as well as his role of leader in the party. When Mike is told to stop playing, he argues with his mom, showing his stubbornness and dedication to the game (and the campaign he took 2 weeks to plan). Then, he sees off his friends, making sure they all leave safely. I love this detail, as it shows how much he cares for his friends at such a young age (I mean, how many 11/12 year olds do you know who would do that?). Thanks to the conversation the boys have about Nancy as they are leaving, we also learn that he and Nancy used to have an okay sibling-relationship, but that hasn’t been the case since at least 4 years ago. As Will is leaving, he tells Mike the truth about the dice-roll, “It was a seven,” and I know this is a little detail, but I like that we can see that Will does not want to lie to Mike, maybe a hint towards how different their relationship/friendship is.

When we next see Mike, it is at breakfast the next morning, and he is putting syrup on his eggs, which grosses out Nancy, and he does the typical younger-sibling move of putting syrup on her eggs too just to annoy her. This same morning, when the boys (minus Will, obv) show up at school and Will is not there, Mike makes a worried comment about it, but the other two boys don’t seem as worried. Then they get intercepted by their bullies, being called “Frog-face”, “Midnight”, and “Toothless”, and after Dustin is targeted by the bullies, Mike tries to comfort him by saying his disability is like he has superpowers. This shows his love for Dustin through his want to defend him, even if it’s not defending him to the bullies’ faces, rather defending him from his own insecurities. This showcasing of Mike’s love comes back into play multiple times throughout the season. I’d also like to point out that Mike decided at a young age to surround himself with “freaks” (Lucas because of his race, Dustin because of his disability, and Will because of his queer traits) despite being relatively normal himself. Now, this might just be because he was originally supposed to have a birthmark on his face and that was supposed to be his “freak-ish” trait, or that he just didn’t realize he was doing this because he obviously doesn’t see these things as bad, but I thought it was still interesting to point out.

When Mr. Clarke shows the boys the radio after class, we learn that Mike is the president of the AV club, then they are taken to talk with Hopper about Will’s case. Mike takes the lead in answering Hop’s questions, now this may just be because Hop calls on him specifically, but I’d like to think it’s also a way to show Mike as the leader of the group. He is the one to bring up helping look for Will, and we can see how serious he is about this because when he is denied this, and Dustin and Lucas start bickering, Mike looks completely annoyed. 

He doesn’t give up on this want to help look for Will either, as we see him arguing with Karen about the same thing during dinner, and he still looks extremely annoyed and worried when denied again. When Nancy blames “Will getting lost” for not being able to leave the house, Mike immediately gets very defensive of Will, and outs Nancy’s new relationship with Steve. He looks very proud of himself after this until Ted speaks up with “You see what happens?”, which causes Mike to get defensive all over again, this time exclaiming that he’s the only one who cares about Will, then storming off from the dinner table. Now, I want to touch on Ted’s comment here, because really what other than Will’s “queerness” could he be commenting on here? And this shows us, 1) what type of views Mike’s grown up around, and 2) that Ted must believe there is a chance that Mike shares the same “queerness” as Will. After storming off, Mike goes to the basement, then seemingly after some time staring at the DnD board, he contacts Lucas about going to find Will despite being told not to so many times. By doing this, he directly puts himself and the others in danger, and we know he’s aware of this due to how he convinced Lucas to join him.

We see Mike leave the house, and after joining with the boys, even when it starts to rain, Mike is the most determined to keep going into the woods to search. He’s also very obviously being the leader of the group at this time, making sure to tell the other two to keep close and stay on the same radio channel just in case. When they are walking deeper into the woods, we see Mike in the middle and at the front, then he’s also the first to hear the rustling of the leaves, so he gets the boys to shut up. Then they find Eleven!

There's my episode 1 deep dive! If anyone finds anything explicitly wrong, or wants to add anything, please let me know! Also, if you're interested in me doing more, please tell me, because this is completely self-indulgent, but if others enjoy it I will try even harder! Also, I am completely new to Tumblr, so pls be nice

[borderline-culture-is]

Vent //

BPD culture is your mother disliking you so much that you're never allowed to show negative emotions, or even neutral ones, around your younger sibling because it affects THEM

Yet

Despite this kid being under the age of 10, they have so far;

-Told me they wished I would kill myself

-Told me they hate me and that when they're mad at me they'll go lie to our parents so that I get yelled at because it makes me cry

-Used to constantly make fun of my weight and eating habits up until she did it to my mom, THEN it got fixed

-Has destroyed my things and lied about it, so that when I bring it up I'M the one in trouble

-Constantly touches my things which are irreplaceable (signed Prints I got from a musician thanks to paying for a subscription every month) when she thinks I'm not looking

-So much more, but especially with not listening even when I'm sobbing and begging this kid to please just listen and to the most basic task because I don't feel good (I.E; please turn off the lights or please stop yelling makes her glare at me and do the absolute opposite even while I'm sobbing before she goes out and pretends to our parents that she's compared. I'VE SEEN IT MULTIPLE TIMES WITH MY OWN EYES, IT'S NOT EVEN ME OVERREACTING, MY FRIENDS HAVE OVERHEARD THIS ON VOICE CALLS)

Yet....If I get frustrated, or if I'm not feeling good and it shows in my voice because I have an UNDIAGNOSED CHRONIC PAIN ISSUE, then I'm the one in trouble because I'm apparently acting like our mom.

Aka

The woman who, just 2 or 3 weeks ago, abandoned us to go and kill herself and Everytime I tried to convince her not to I got SCREAMED at, even more so when we had to call the police because she broke our front door down.

The same woman who I drop everything for and have neglected my own health for so she won't be stressed about it. The same woman, who, a few days ago, I bought a custom cameo video for from one of the musicians she's listened to and loved for over 20 years because I thought that someone like that telling her that she's doing better and that things WILL get better would cheer her up.

But no, I guess I'm a fucking monster for being frustrated when I DON'T EVEN GET A ROOM TO MYSELF TO LET ME SELF REGULATE.

I'm hated more than the child that tells my mom that she's ugly, the one that makes her scream and break down nearly everyday. I'm hated just for being in pain, both physically and mentally. I can't leave, I'm stuck with them until the day I die at this point so I guess I have to try and pick up the pieces and swallow everything down better.

I'm tired :(

- 🪡🎶

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[razorblade180]

I don't remember if you did or not, but do you have a post where there's like a family tree or something for all your RWBY things?

I want to be able to follow along, but it's a bit confusing.

If you do, could you give the link, please?

Funny enough, I don’t. If anyone has a good website for those family tree diagrams I’d love to know.

Until then, I’ll just make a simple list right now because asking about my ocs will always give be boundless energy. I’ll try being brief. If I write a name that has the last name of the main ship in the au, I trust I don’t have to explain who the parents are.

Lasting Embers AU (Dragonslayer)

Jacquelyn Frost

Parents aren’t important aside from being deceased and her mom being the former Winter Maiden (Vol7 didn’t exist yet)

Jael Frost

Biological daughter of Jacquelyn and Adam. The younger sister of Sienna Frost

Sienna Fost

Adopted daughter of Jacquelyn and Adam. Older sister to Jael

Biological parents and older brother are deceased. Happened when she was very young.

Sienna is not her real name. She doesn’t remember. (It’s Jasmine)

Yujin Xiao Long

Only daughter

Lie Tenzen

Ren and Nora’s only son.

Canary Branwen

Daughter of Qrow and Winter.

Qrow passed away when she was like nine. (Don’t quote that age I don’t have my notes with me. She was a kid)

Not a fan of Ruby (Her Cousin)

A fan of Yujin (Also her Cousin)

Twin Snowflakes AU (White Knight)

Nick and Summer Schnee

Fraternal Twins. Brother and Sister

Sparrow Branwen

Winter and Qrows adopted son

Eliza Marigold

Only daughter of Henry Marigold

Mom took hush money and left after birth.

Henry was not the one who gave her hush money.

Valerie Valkyrie

Nora and Ren’s only daughter

Veronica Belladonna

Blake and Yang’s only daughter.

Blake was the one with the bun in the oven.

Miscellaneous (not a OC name)

This Au has a child for Robyn, Cardin, and a couple others. They don’t really matter too that much but they exist. Most notable is Max (Cardin’s kid) and a little girl named Ruth

Premonition AU (Knightshade)

Lucas Belladonna

Peach Rose

Daughter of Ruby and Weiss

Not related to Lucas in any way but they’re close.

Serendipity Karuma

Also goes by Serenity

Parents are alive but not around

Older sibling but doesn’t see the younger one

Rosebud AU (Lancaster)

Dustin Arc Rose

The oldest of three siblings

Raised by Cinder and Neo

Not a fan of his biological parents or siblings

Has silver eyes

(I probably should’ve called him Dustin Fall but oh well. I’m not changing the tags)

Carmine Arc Rose

Middle child technically, but she doesn’t acknowledge Dustin as an older brother.

Has silver eyes but wears red contacts

Only the grownups in her family’s circle know her real eye color

Cousin of Kovu

Garnet Arc Rose

Youngest of the three siblings

He’s just a lil fella

Kovu Belladonna

Son of Blake and Yang

Older cousin to Carmine

Yang had the bun in the oven

Aero Amitola

Son of Ilia and Sun. (I refuse to explain myself here)

Bird Boy

Mona Paulo Furem

All you really gotta know about her parents are that they’re horrible and her mother is reason Mona is the way she is

Has a younger sister. Barely talked about.

Does not live at home or keep in contact

Miscellaneous

Ren and Nora run an orphanage

Oscar is Ozcar and has been for decades.

Side note, there’s a a child named Levi Belladonna that’s Ruby and Blake’s kid. He has no au. I just thought he was neat. Maybe one day.

[tapedupheadphones]

I Can Run But I Can’t Hide From My Family Line

Children tend to inherit more from their parents than they realize.

Cross posted on AO3

TW: mentions of Alchol and Verbal Abuse

Sisters.

Such an odd relationship, isn’t it?

It’s a relationship found within nearly every species on the planet and linked to nearly every story written by man.

A universe does not exist without the bond of sisterhood.

Tales of sisters have been integral to the world since man first thought of the concept of the relationship itself.

It’s strange, really. Sisters are simply two random people who are bound together by the blood of two other random people. This strange and unpredictable pairing decides who becomes your first call for a kidney donation or who your child calls their aunt for their whole life.

The relationships between siblings, particularly sisters, are stronger than any other relationship one will have in their lifetime, as it is much harder to completely destroy a blood-formed connection than one purely of the heart.

One of the strangest things about having a sister is seeing who inherits what trait from what parent. This was something that Samantha Carpenter became very aware of once she found out she would become a big sister.

Sam had always been told that she looked just like her mother. She appreciated this, as her mom was very beautiful in the eyes of many people.

She would lie awake in bed at night, past her bedtime, and wonder what her sister would look like. She knew they wouldn’t be twins, but would her sister look like their mom too? Or would she look more like their dad?

Her little sister, Tara, ends up looking a lot like their mom. Therefore, she looks a lot like Sam. If it weren’t for the clear age gap, one could think they were twins. It would be a fair assumption. As the sisters grew together, Sam couldn’t help but notice more and more similarities, between her and Tara, or Tara and their mom, or their dad.

Until she finds out, he’s not their dad.

Her dad is Billy Loomis.

The similarities Sam had once known so well now seemed irrelevant when she realized all the differences. Their eyes the most identifying marker of infidelity.

Yet, she never tells Tara. She hides it away, ashamed of her true origins. Afraid of who she is, who she could become.

Tara refuses to understand. She kicks, cries, pleads, begs, and wants some type of acknowledgement. Sam refuses to give it to her, so Tara becomes cold. The warmness the two sisters once felt for each other replaced with an icy feeling, bitter with spite and fear.

The sisters stop talking. Not entirely, but they never connect. Their conversations are short, usually consisting of basic questions. “Where’s mom?” “What’s for dinner?” “Did mom get home last night?”

Most of their conversations were caused by their mother, either by her overbearing presence or her complete absence.

Sam wasn’t sure which she preferred, Tara tended to lean more towards appreciating the absence.

Sam was trying not to pry into Tara’s life, for the sake of both of them, but she had certainly noticed a change happen in the young girl. She was quieter, more timid, her presence in the house was always within the confines of her own bedroom if not to eat or get water to drink. She noticed the girl’s voice seemed rusty whenever she talked, as if her vocal cords had grown cobwebs from a lack of use.

Sam always tended to notice things, she only hated that Tara seemed to notice things too.

She knew Tara wasn’t stupid, she knew that Sam was drinking, using drugs, staying out into the late hours of the night, and most importantly hiding. She knew for certain that Sam was hiding something.

This knowledge that Tara knew something became too much for Sam to bear. She couldn’t take it, so she packed her bags and left the minute she turned 18.

She knew it wasn’t good, she shouldn’t have left her sister to the mercy of their mother.

——————

Seeing Christina Carpenter in any state other than sober was a rarer sight in Woodsboro than a Stab-a-thon poster. If not a bar, she was drinking in the walls of her home. Nobody thought to check in on her daughter, the only one left, the other a coward that couldn’t hack the stress of life and disappearing into the night without a note or any message of her whereabouts for that matter. No, of course nobody would check in on the other one. The girl was so quiet, only her teachers and small circle of friends could even tell you what she sounded like.

What the people of Woodsboro didn’t know is that Tara was evolving. Being alone in the house with her mother began to influence her. She would converse with her mother while she was drunk and pick up on her behaviors, the way she could cuss out a coworker or shame her daughter, either of them, for their own heinous behavior.

She picked up these habits, a fact she only realized later in life, after she almost lost it.

She could tell she had picked up her mother’s temper. It was already too much to hear her teachers or her friend’s parents tell her she was a “carbon copy” of her mother. She knew the behavior was bad, but she couldn’t help the rage that boiled inside of her, the result of years of mistreatment and bullying from the world around her. Her safe haven of a sister, the relief from the demon that possessed her mom each night in the form of aluminum cans, was gone. She had to protect herself, so she learned to bite back.

Once Sam comes back into her life, she doesn’t know what to do. She’d been surviving for so long on her own, she doesn’t know how to lean onto Sam now that she’s back.

The presence is comforting at first, when she’s barely lucid from the amount of painkillers she’s on and isn’t fully aware of who she is or anything that has happened within the previous weeks. But once she gains consciousness of everything back, being around Sam feels like too much.

Sam tries to be there, but there’s only so much she can do without becoming an annoyance to Tara. Tara begins snapping, refusing help in anything she does, whether that’s walking to the kitchen or getting up from the couch, despite how painful it is she refuses to be so vulnerable in front of Sam.

Sam tries to help, but Tara only refuses, shouting that she doesn’t need Sam’s help, that she learned how to live on her own once Sam decided to abandon her. She doesn’t mean those words, she didn’t mean for them to be so harsh, but she couldn’t help it.

Sam sucks it up, she doesn’t get mad at Tara for her outbursts, she just gives her space and listens when Tara breaks down apologizing, sobbing that she doesn’t know why she is the way she is.

But that’s a lie, she knows.

She knows exactly why.

The curse of anger runs through the veins of the Carpenter bloodline, Tara had inherited the temper of her mother, her grandmother, and several generations before. She knew what she was and who she was destined to be, and she was afraid.

Late one night, following an outburst at Sam, she was lying in her bed. She wanted to go to sleep, but instead she was mulling over the events of her life, how she got to this point, and she began to think of how different she is from Sam.

It’s as she’s thinking about how they’re not as bonded by blood as they both had believed, where she realizes the irony of it all. Her, afraid of who she could become. Her, taking her anger out on Sam who had the same thoughts about her own life years before. Sam who is having those thoughts now.

Fearful of who you’re destined to be.

Tara apologizes to Sam the next day, her eyes soft the way her father’s used to be.

Sam seemed scared at first, but upon making eye contact, she realizes the genuine meaning behind her sister’s words. She’s telling the truth. She is sorry.

She can see it in her eyes, the eyes that they shared with the woman that bonded them. The eyes never lied. They truly were sisters.