#because HER mom did that to HER and she HATED IT. and swore she would never do it to her kids.

[megatraven]

got into a fight with my mom yippeeee

[leaderwonim]

𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 — fourteen: because you tolerated me

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. lee heeseung x fem!reader, park sunghoon x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Y/N always knew that her high school was dominated by wealth and privilege. Upon having a one night stand with popular athlete Lee Heeseung, she uncovers that Heeseung's friend group controls not only social dynamics but also school policies and local affairs, revealing a hidden world of power and manipulation behind their so called perfectly polished exteriors

author’s note: wrote this at 11pm and just finished at 12:25am 😭 my roommate told me to head to bed but i haaaaad to update for you guys so!!! enjoy the lore, hopefully it’s not too confusing ??

masterlist | previous | next

Hanni isn’t so sure what to do. On one hand, she thinks she hates your guts, but on the other, she knows that she really doesn’t.

In fact, Pham Hanni had lived across from you at the ripe age of three, your moms having shared the same apartment complex. Hanni hated everything about that place, it was poorly managed, and quite frankly, cheap.

“Nini!” Little you yelled, your chubby baby hands reaching out for the girl in front of you. “Nini!”

You never knew her actual name because you were so young, referring to her only as Nini.

Hanni loved playing with you, she would beg her mom to bring over some spoiled bread they had in the pantry to pretend to play tea party and eat.

By the time Hanni turned six, her father took custody of her. Her father worked under a man named Park Hyunwook, and that was where she met Park Seojun.

He was a fairly skinny boy, but he made himself look charming nonetheless. Seojun took Hanni under his wing whenever her dad was busy in his father’s company, and soon enough, the two of them became best friends.

They became close to the point where that he made sure his father secured a spot in Decelis for Hanni.

“I’ll quit football if you don’t do it,” he threatened, which earned him a painful slam into the door by his own father.

It worked, though.

Hanni met Jungwon in her sophomore year of high school. He was a cute, rather calm composed boy who reminded her so much of a cat. She swore she fell inlove in an instant.

They talked for quite a while, and eventually, Jungwon did ask Hanni to be his girlfriend.

He stumbled upon Seojun and her hugging after class, and even though Hanni swore to her heart that it was platonic, the younger boy wasn’t having any of it.

So she spilled it out. She told him why they were hugging—of course she did—she loved Jungwon, how could she let her relationship just go down the drain like that?

“My dad’s threatening to pull me out of Decelis if I don’t tell my mom to stop contacting him.” She explained, and Jungwon didn’t understand what Seojun had to do with it.

Turns out, Seojun’s father was the one paying the tuition. If she was pulled out of Decelis, she would never see any of her friends ever again.

“Well, I don’t care if you’re rich or not Han, I love you.”

Despite Yang Jungwon promising his love to her, all Seojun could think about was how scandalous it could be if word ever got out that his father was paying for Hanni’s spot when millions of scholarship kids were still waiting.

So he killed him. Pushed him off a cliff. Seojun wasn’t a monster—maybe he was an awful person—but that didn’t mean he hated Jungwon. He just couldn’t risk it. His reputation was far way more important than some guy his friend was dating.

Besides, Hanni was a pretty girl. She’d find loads of boyfriends by the time Jungwon was gone.

“Are you listening to me? Hello?”

Heeseung waves a hand in front of your face, a playful smile comes to his face when he sees you snap out of your daze.

“Sorry,” you say. “I was just…”

He looked over at your direction, sighing when he sees Sunghoon and Hanni all close to each other. “Looking at the newly inlove couple? Yeah, I know.”

“Inlove is a reach.”

Heeseung shrugs. “I just want class to end so I can take you out for dinner.”

You practically choke at his confident tone. “We made up literally a few days ago.”

“So? I mean it when I say you’re important to me, Y/N.”

Any girl in your spot would’ve dropped dead at Lee Heeseung practically melting in a puddle in your presence.

“You should smile more,” Sunghoon says from the table across yours, his hands coming under Hanni’s chin to smush her two cheeks together.

She slaps his arm away, annoyed. “You’re lucky Seojun didn’t kill you.”

Sunghoon grows tense at that, his eyebrows furrowed. “What did you say to me?”

“Nothing.”

Danielle grows uncomfortable in her seat, her eyes dashing around the room. “How’s home life Hanni?”

Hanni shrugs, stabbing her fork into the mushy mashed potatoes the school had served. “Nothing better than before.”

She wanted to cry so badly in her seat. But if anyone had caught onto the tears that were forming at the edge of her eyes, she would lose the reputation she so desperately worked hard to maintain.

“Excuse me.” She hurriedly rushed off. Sunghoon stands up after her, but Danielle places a hand in front of him.

“Just let her be Hoon.”

And who was Sunghoon to argue with Danielle?

She practically grows limp as she reaches the end of the empty corridor, far away from the cafeteria. Her mascara is probably smudged like crazy, and she doesn’t even want to think about how insane she might look to a passerby.

“Are you okay?” You don’t register the crying girl as Hanni at first. You had just bid goodbye to Heeseung and dropped him off at his business management class, so you were in a rush to get to your class before your teacher gave you detention.

“Just leave me alone.”

Your eyes widened. “Hanni?”

Hanni never felt more embarrassed in her entire life. She didn’t even know why she was crying so hard.

Sunghoon, despite always being around her, was never truly there for her.

Sure, he was there when she broke down in tears complaining about her dad, but he only used that as collateral against her when Seojun had threatened him after he too found out about how Seojun’s dad had been paying for Hanni’s tuition.

Hanni had opened up to him more than she knows she should’ve. She told him how much she hated her dad, how everytime she went home from Decelis, she couldn’t wait to go back because she couldn’t stand an day in that house, let alone an hour.

And what did Sunghoon do with that information? He used it against her.

Sunghoon wasn’t like Yang Jungwon. Seojun couldn’t just kill him off, he was an important asset to the Park Administration for the local politics, the same ones that Seojun’s father was running for.

Killing Sunghoon was too much of a big risk for everybody involved.

Sunghoon knew he had that power over Seojun. He knew Park Seojun couldn’t cry to his daddy about him and he knew that he could destroy Hanni’s whole life with a snap of his fingers.

But he didn’t. It wasn’t fun that way. Plus, like Seojun said, Hanni was a pretty girl. Much prettier than other girls at Decelis. Sunghoon actually liked her.

Heeseung just had to get in his way. The boy knew Hanni first, but Sunghoon managed to squeeze his way to the top within months of joining the friend group. He knew Lee Heeseung had too much of a weak stomach to keep secrets like this. Lee Heeseung was a coward, and would always be in Sunghoon’s eyes.

“Drop him.”

“What?”

“Are you deaf? I said drop him.”

Hanni didn’t want drop Heeseung. She just wanted to feel loved. Heeseung made her feel loved. Sure, she didn’t like him enough to actually pursue him—but she loved the attention and adoration he had for her despite seeing through all her faults. Lee Heeseung cared for her, she just didn’t have the energy to care for him back.

So she let herself reject Heeseung’s confession on the night of Seojun’s gala, she let Sunghoon humiliate him in front of their whole friend group, she agreed to become Sunghoon’s girlfriend.

Why? Because Pham Hanni’s reputation was too big for her to let a man destroy it.

“You can tell me what’s wrong, you know, I won’t judge.”

“God, I hate you.” She whispers, hands harshly rubbing away the tears.

“Why Hanni? What did I ever do to you?”

“Because you tolerated me.” She cries even more. “Because you never once called me out on my behavior, because despite me being a total bitch, you were always nice to me.”

You had no idea what to say, so you didn’t say anything. You just rubbed Hanni’s back, wondering why the hell you were actually feeling bad for the girl who made your life a living hell for weeks.

[serxinns]

OOOO OGMVOVM SO IDEA:

YANDERE CLASS 1-A IS LIKE SO OBSESSED WITH READER BUT SHE HATES THEM ALL AND AVOIDS THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY DO ABT THIS?

You hated them... you hated them all they were just too overbearing! The flirting thr kissing the unwanted touching everything and whenever you told them to fuck off they'll just coo and baby you saying "thats very mean! Darling! "

They kept always crowded around you it's no surprise there Iida always insisted on study dates every chance you could get your mom would always pressure you to join her private tea party and insist it would be just the two of us the way she said it creeper you out so you would always make excuses or just awkwardly walk away leaving her confused and a bit pissed. Denki is always on your ass whether it be teasing or playing around he kept clinging to you like some puppy it was Cringe honestly...

Izuku yapping about heroes even if you weren't listening, Kirishima and Shoji trying to show off by flexing their muscles, Mina or Hakagure always gripping your arm too tight or hugging you until you couldn't breathe and you had to hit them harshly on the back and they dared to complain about it Aoyama guy always trying to stuff your face with cheese even tho the smell of cheese makes you nauseous, ochako was ok untill she started making me go bake with her and suprise suprise! Momo joins her and it always turn into some competition about anything which takes the fun out of baking

You couldn't even talk to your other friend in PEACE shinsou was your go-to friend ever since your classmates started being overbearing you would rant for hours about them and he'd listen heck he let you chill in his dorms for a while or longer you couldn't be asked for a better friend, but back to the story you were just peacefully talking to shiso at lunch until bakugo and his petty little gang came over there everyone smiling at me expect bakugo ofc just glaring at me like I did something wrong, "is.. there a problem?"

"You damn right it's a problem! Your sitting with hyno shit over there!" He said pointing at Shinso "Bakubro that's not very manly!" He said in a stern tone but you had a feeling he wasn't scolding him, "what everyone's trying to say come sit with us y/n you don't have to be alone!" Mina said in a fake sickly sweet voice I swore I saw her eye twitch a bit but you didn't back down easily "im not alone tho I got shinso and I'm fine where I'm at you can eat your lunch and have fun without me" the squad got silence and awkwardly walked away but sending one final glare at shiso

Another time when you were talking with Kendo and Monoma at 2nd you kinda disliked Monoma or thought he was some crazy lunatic just because he kept ripping on your classmates but the 2 of you weirdly got along mostly because of your distasteful experience with your classmates, if the two of you weren't ranting about how your classmates were, the two of you would talk about hero stuff (mostly monoma bragging about being the best hero) or just talking about your interests and laughing at Monoma's antics and chaoticness

Kendo on the other hand made you feel like you had a friend she knows how overbearing and overwhelming your classmates get, so she would try to pull you away as best as she could despite the glares, snarls, and scowls she swore she heard from them she still wanted to help you one day you were dragged by hakagure and Mina to go to their room to play games but Kendo quickly grabbed the back of your shirt with paint hands to pulled you away "sorry gotta borrow them for a sec!" And quickly ran off

"Thx kendo I was about to snap at them and cause a scene" She smiled at you "No problem! I felt you were uncomfortable and had to do something ugh those classmates never leave you alone huh?" You chuckled your so grateful to have a friend like Kendo "anyways let's hurry and go to this "awesome" place monoma keep spamming my phone about" you playfully rolled you eyes and walked with Kendo

Meanwhile your classmates glared at the window Cleary pissed off it "seems like those pest need a lesson.." izuku said voice laced with vemon

[e-dubbc11]

This is pure fluff:

"wait...is this a date?" With this one:

That is all. Thank you and HAPPY BIRTH MONTH!!!!!!!

Hellllooooooo my love! ♥️

I had fun writing this one, thank you for sending in all of your asks for my follower celebration, and for being one of my biggest cheerleaders. I hope you like what I did here and I used my darling little ball of muscle(my dog) for inspiration. Thank you again! ♥️♥️♥️

Lost and Found

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google except for bottom right, that pretty girl is all mine.♥️

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. Pure fluff, maybe a swear word or two? I can’t remember because I wrote it before I left on my vacation. Oh and mentions of Billy growing up in the system.

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: The phone call you were hoping to receive, finally came. The man on the other end called to tell you he found your dog.

A/N: Like I said, I used my own pretty handful as inspiration for this one. Her name is actually Lady and she is such a pretty girl and I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

The silvery voice on the other end of the phone sounded incredibly sexy, the hint of a New York accent peeked out at times during your conversation, and if you had to guess, you swore he was smiling on the other end of the phone.

But that was secondary to the words you had been waiting to hear for a few weeks now, “Hi, is this y/n? I found your dog.”

You nearly dropped the phone you were so excited and relievedthat someone had found her. She had been missing for about three weeks and every single minute that she’d been gone had been agony for you.

Lady was your rescue pitbull. You’ve had her for about a year and a half, she was dark brown brindle, almost black, and white, and she was just the sweetest dog you’ve ever met. All she wanted was for people to pet her and rub her belly.

Her harness gave out while you were walking her in the park. A squirrel darted out in front of her and she started to pull, the hook on her harness broke and she started chasing after it. Calling out after her was useless, no one even offered to help you capture her and before you could call her name again, she was gone.

The walk back to your apartment was somber, your heart was broken, and you hated to think it but you weren’t sure you would ever see her again. The rest of that day was spent searching high and low for her until the sun had gone down. New York was a big city and it was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“Her tag made me chuckle.” He had told you, referring to her name tag with the phrase “If found, please call my mom.” And on the other side, it said “Her name is y/n and she’s probably freaking out.” And on the bottom of the tag was your phone number.

“Is she ok?!” You asked.

His calm, soothing tone eased the tension throughout your body as he replied, “She’s fine, y/n. When I found her, I took her to the closest vet’s office to make sure and they said other than being a little hungry, she’s ok.”

“Thank you, so, so much Misterrrrrr?” You asked.

He replied, “Russo…Billy Russo. Please, call me Billy.”

“Well…Billy, thank you again. And just let me know when and where I can pick her up. I’ll meet you wherever and whenever you need me to. And if she’s given you any trouble, I apologize.” You said, eagerly.

You could tell he was smiling on the other side as he replied, “Ah no, she hasn’t been any trouble. Have you, girl?”

You thanked him again and suggested meeting him at a nearby coffee house where they had outside tables. He agreed to meet you after he was done with work.

That confused you a little so you asked him, “Oh, she’s with you? I could have sworn you said you were at work?”

Billy let out a little laugh.

“I own the company, y/n. I can do whatever I want. Everyone loves her, by the way. They’ll be disappointed that I had to give her back.” He said.

“Well, maybe she can visit you sometime. She is a very sweet dog. I’ll see you soon, Billy.” You said shyly.

You could not wait to get Lady back but you were also very curious as to what her rescuer looked like.

**********

The late afternoon sun warmed the high points of your face as you sat with your coffee and waited patiently for Billy to bring Lady to you. He described himself as tall with dark hair and dark brown eyes and that he would be wearing a suit but then he realized that you would recognize your own dog so it really didn’t matter what he looked like which made you laugh.

Suddenly, a little ball of muscle barreled into your ankles. You were thankful that you were sitting down, otherwise Lady would have knocked you off of your feet and she nearly made you spill your coffee.

Then you heard that voice again behind you.

“Sorry, she must have smelled you or something. I didn’t have a good grip on the leash and she took off on me.” Said Billy.

Lady gave you all the kisses, all the tail wags and she was so excited to see you.

“Yes…hello!! I missed you too! I’m so happy you’re safe! How’s my little house hippo?!! I hope you were a good girl.” You said excitedly as tears stung the back of your eyes.

Turning your head slightly, you immediately had butterflies in your stomach when you saw Billy. He had failed to mention how handsome he was with his tall slender build, well-groomed beard, and his onyx colored eyes that shined like two flat black marbles.

Billy extended his hand for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” Billy said with a warm smile.

You had never seen a more perfect smile and you suddenly felt weak in the knees when you stood up to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. Please, sit. Lemme get you some coffee, let me guess…black with one sugar?” You asked.

“Seriously, how did you know that?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“I dunno, guessing people’s coffee orders is a gift I have. I’ll be right back. Lady, you stay with Billy.” You said.

After the excitement died down, Lady fell asleep at your feet while you and Billy chatted for a little while about how he ended up finding Lady or more like how she found him.

Billy said she must have been hiding because after he walked past an alley, he felt something against his pant leg. When he turned around, he saw her sniffing the bottom of his pants.

“I looked around for an owner, asked people walking by if she was their dog and when they said no, I looked at her tags. I didn’t even have to bribe her with any food, she just followed me all the way home.” He said with a warm smile.

The two of you talked for awhile…about everything. He told you about the kind of work he does and how he used to be in the marines which it sounded like he missed a little.

“Your parents must be proud.” You said.

Billy recoiled slightly and replied, “Ah, I grew up in the system. I’m…an orphan.”

Your heart suddenly sank into your stomach and you felt like a complete asshole.

“Oh, Billy. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed…” You said, completely mortified.

Still with a smile on his face, he shook his head and said, “Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s ok, sweetheart. It was a long time ago.���

You did worry though. The slight bitterness in his voice and the tightness in his jaw told you that thinking and talking about itwas still painful for him. You wondered if that was the reason Lady attached herself to Billy.

She was an orphan too, abandoned twice by two different families before you adopted her and brought her to her forever home. Just from Billy’s tone, if you had to guess, it sounded like he remained in the group home until he aged out but it didn’t feel right asking about it.

Then you remembered that Billy had taken Lady to the vet and wanted to pay him for doing that because he didn’t have to.

“Billy, please let me pay you back for taking her the vet. That must have been a chore, she hates going there. You really didn’t have to do that.” You said.

He refused.

Shaking his head, he replied, “No, no, please y/n. I just wanted to make sure she was ok. I don’t want your money and besides, I’m having a nice time on this date.”

Your voice was dripping with sarcasm when you replied, “Wait…is this a date?”

Billy froze and didn’t really know how to respond. All he could manage was a slight smile but before he could say anything, you broke the awkward silence.

“I’m just messing with you, Billy. I’m having a nice time too.” You said with your lips curling up into a wide smile.

A confident yet devilish smile stretched across his lips as he leaned in a little closer. Clenching your thighs together, you couldn’t remember the last time you were THAT turned on by just a smile. You almost wanted to thank Lady for getting herself lost…almost.

“How ‘bout I take you out on a real date? Lady will have to stay home though.” He said.

Lady picked her head up off of the pavement as soon as she heard her name, her ears perked up, and her tail started to whip back and forth. She stood up and moved closer to Billy, gently pawing at his pant leg.

All the dogs you’ve had before, they always were a good judge of character, they knew if you were a good person or not, and you could tell she just adored Billy.

“She knows you’re talking about her.” You said. “She’ll take her payment in the form of a belly rub.”

“Your owner has to say yes first, then you can have a belly rub.” He said, scratching her ear but not taking his gaze away from you.

Billy was a very smooth talker, sexy, hard to resist, and you didn’t want to resist but you had to refrain from appearing too eager. The man was incredibly flirtatious and persuasive although you didn’t need a lot of convincing to let the most handsome man you’ve ever encountered take you out on a date plus he just seemed…nice.

Lady looked over at you like she understood every word that came out of Billy’s mouth, waiting for you to answer him so she could have her belly rub.

“Do you always catch what you chase after, Billy?” You asked, softly.

Billy leaned in so close that you were sharing the same air, you could feel his breath against your eyelashes, and your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest. You could practically hear the beating of your heart as his lips ghosted over yours and warmth spread across your chest.

“Usually. Luckily, I didn’t have to chase after this pretty girl. Her pretty owner is a little bit more challenging. You didn’t answer my question.” He purred in your ear just before Lady rested her paws on the table and licked Billy right on the nose.

You bit down on your lower lip to try and keep you from laughing but it didn’t work.

“La-dy! No ma’am, you’re not supposed to be on the table! Get down.” You scolded her, gently.

Gazing into his liquid brown eyes, you said, “Seems like she has a crush on you, Mr. Russo.”

“Is she the only one?” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“No…she’s not, I’d love to go out on a date with you, Billy.” You said.

Billy tucked a stray hair behind your ear and replied, “I’m really glad Lady chose me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as you said softly, “I am too.”

Tag List: @wheresthesunshinesblog @idaoftheburningmind @rafaelakelley @snowkestrel @music-indie-tv @kayhi808 @munsonownsmyass @gijos @fictional-hooman @k-marzolf @nutmeg17 @vaguekayla @danzer8705 @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @aoi-targaryen @mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf @rachlovesactors @qu1etwolf @sweetserendipity65

Others that might enjoy: @itwasthereaminuteago @fluffyprettykitty @jvanilly @ittybxttykxttytxtty @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @mrsbillyrusso @colereads @jediwizardelf @thejanecampaign @folkloreofyennefer @milea

If you’d like to be added (or removed from) my tag list(s) for the ever so handsome Billy Russo, just let me know and thank you again for reading! 💕💕💕 If I tagged you but you didn’t want to be, just let me know and I’ll never do it again.

[ippipo]

some husband!rafayel hurt/comfort, reader has a bad past

"rafayel," you call out, lazily splayed all over the bed in a starfish position. you were fed up of him not talking to you, "I told you to come here for the tenth time."

he huffed and ignored your calls. you weren't sure what upset him. and the last thing you want is someone who is meant to love you acts otherwise. "would you at least tell me what happened?" you ask him, not wanting to hurt him if you get annoyed.

"keep it shut," he replies, his tone coming off more aggressively than he imagined. he regrets it instantly but you didn't notice the look on his face. "don't you fucking dare talk to me like that," you sit up straight, your body trembles a little. the disrespect got you annoyed, but the past experiences you've had with males in your upbringing was traumatizing enough for you to not allow that behaviour from someone you loved.

"i'm sorry, didn't mean to," he immediately apologized. it was your turn to give silent treatment. you wanted to clear your head off, especially because this evoke memories of your father speaking to your mom. and you did not like that one bit. you abruptly leave the room, leaving him disappointed with himself for taking it too far.

"forgive me?" he says while snaking his arm around your waist as you stood out in the balcony for some fresh air. "i wanted to surprise you with something and i wouldn't have been able to if i talked to you."

you were relieved that it wasn't meant to disrespect you intentionally in any way. "thank you, i just remembered something unpleasant in that moment," you explain.

"i shouldn't have said that either way, baby. no one should speak to you like that. i expected it to sound more playful but it came out the wrong way. just know that i would never talk to you like that on purpose," he caresses your cheek and kisses your temple apologetically. "do you want to see the surprise or do you want some time first? no space because i can't live without you for a second. literally."

you chuckle at how needy he was. "can you tell me what you remembered though?" his curiosity got the best of him. "it's about my father," you begin. a lump in your throat forms as you try to not reminisce the past without it affecting you. you weren't gonna cry but you don't like talking about it.

he leans his chin on your shoulder while both of you gaze at the view in front of you. it was comforting. "he used to hate my mom, blamed her for ruining his life and stuff," you turn towards him, wanting to look at his face so you could look at his reactions, a habit of yours that made you change the things you're talking about and twist them in a way that the other person wouldn't get weirded out.

but this was rafayel. your rafayel. the one you could tell anything to and wouldn't get judged. you exhale deeply before caressing the back of his neck with your hands behind, the lump in your throat subsiding the more you feel his skin. he let out a 'hm', wanting you to continue. his eyes were locked onto you, his entire attention was on you and you loved it.

"he would say mean things about her and her family, and he used to get extremely angry at me for being like her. when i do something that annoyed him, he used to say that i was acting like my mom and shout at me for hours on end," you take a deep breath in, somehow feeling like you weren't being put on the spot like when you opened up to some others.

feeling his fingers trace shapes on your back, you continue, "my mom was very strong willed, of course. but she was always shouting at my sister and me. our house was never quiet, and i constantly had to force myself to tune it out."

"when you told me to shut it, i felt like everything was repeating all over again. i swore to myself that i would never have a marriage like my parents, so it triggered something in me," you sighed before going on. "i just wish you hadn't used that tone. because one word becomes a sentence, and a sentence turns into everyday conversations that end up into us shouting at each other. i'm afraid more than angry."

there was a pained expression on his face that you almost mistook for pity until you noticed that his eyes were welling up a little. "i'm so sorry, pretty. it won't happen again, okay? you know that i promised to give you the best life you could ever possibly imagine. you don't need to forgive me, but i don't want you to feel like history is repeating itself. i'll make sure you never feel that way again. i'm so sorry, sweets." he peppers your face with kisses all over, making you giggle.

you liked how he didn't make you regret opening up. fun. his watch suddenly beeped and signalled that it was 12 am. "do you wanna see the surprise now?" he asked expectantly. you nod with a grin etched onto your face, anticipating and guessing what it could be.

"close your eyes. no peaking," he warned you. you obliged and stood in place. "surprise." he slowly comes back to your side and grasps your hand. your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the painting. it was a portrait of you, turning your back towards him while staring at the beach on that one cold night. he got every single detail meticulously crafted into the painting. the curve of your hips, every dip in your body and every strand that glided along with the wind.

"happy anniversary, wifey," he grabs you by the waist and tries to spin you around to face him but you don't budge, still awestruck from the masterpiece he made. "i didn't know i was that beautiful, rafe," you whisper out to praise him. "as much as i love you admiring yourself, i'd rather you only admire me," he pouts playfully.

you turn towards him and press a kiss on his cheek. "my gorgeous husband is jealous of a gorgeous portrait he made of his own wife. that's kinda fucked up, don't you think?" you try to suppress your grin but the painting was just so damn beautiful. "i think this is the best thing that ever happened to me," you sincerely say.

"i thought i was the best thing to ever happen to you." you sigh intentionally to irk him further. "you are the best thing to ever happen to me," he suddenly uttered, his voice turning serious. you blush profusely because it caught you off guard.

you close the gap between your foreheads and whisper, "i love you so much, thank you for existing."

"aaaaand here comes the waterworks," you sigh again as he teared up. "but that was such a perfect cinematic moment," he whined as his tears flowed down his cheeks, appearing pearly when the moon rays struck it through the window. "and you ruined it," you slap his ass.

"ow! i love you too though. even though you torture me with your spanks."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA if I actively worsen my family’s sanity as revenge for worsening mine?

My family is that if two parents and three children (all in our 20s).

Without getting into deep specifics, basically, I’ve lost all the patience I’ve had for my family. My mom who is manipulative, my dad who is neglectful, my siblings who are egotistical and dismissive.

because I’m the middle child and oldest daughter I’ve been the brunt of every negative thing you could think of, and I dealt with it for… 25 years.

but this year as my New Year’s resolution I swore to treat them worse than they treat me. So every time my mom tried to manipulate me into feeling bad for her and to love her and to do the house chores, I threaten to kill myself and tell her that she was an awful mother and that if she really cared for me she wouldn’t ask me for things. (She knows I have mental illness that makes it hard for me to do things)

and when my dad puts my pet in danger I slap him and threaten to take his pet to a shelter to have him euthanized and tell him he should die alongside his pet (he is in his mid 60s)

I don’t do anything directly to my siblings because our relationship honestly isn’t that bad, but I did make a fake Instagram account that I use to call out one sibling for all the stuff they do to keep their image up or whatever (some bullying might be involved in their part)

and for my other sibling, who collects vinyls, occasionally I go and scratch up a vinyl they have. Just enough to make it seem like normal wear and tear, they haven’t noticed yet lol.

whenever my parents try to bring up my behavior to me I start yelling at them about how I’m crazy and they raised a crazy daughter and that everything I do is a result of their own creation. And my dad has offhandedly said to let a (female) pet die after she got injured once, so I bring that up all the time.

I tell him that since he hates women so much he should just shoot me like I know he wants to.

Over the past few months I’ve noticed that one sibling has become extremely paranoid, while the other has gotten very frustrated. My dad avoids me now and my mom is very obedient and quiet.

I don’t feel bad about this, and I know there are other things I could have done, but I feel like this has been worth 25 years of repressed anger. Now that the year is almost over, I’m considering that my New Year’s resolution be to try to fix whatever shit show has become of my family, but that’s not the point.

AITA for taking this revenge, or am I justified in paying them back?

the reason I don’t think I’m the asshole in this situation is that at least for the first several months, they tried doubling down on their bullshit. My mom got more manipulative, pulling out everything she could to make me feel bad for her and to submit to her again. And my dad became violent toward my pet, whom I’m protective of to the point where I’ve told every single person I’ve met that if anything happened to her I would kill everybody and then myself. (Luckily I was able to prevent my dad from actually hurting her, but the fact that he tried drove my goal further).

honestly, my sibling probably didn’t deserve it because we all pretty much ignore each other, but I’m holding the grudges from childhood when they would beat me up and break my stuff.

and before anyone says it, I went to therapy for four years and it just made me more angry

What are these acronyms?

[reticent-writer]

Hi Can I Ask for a Scenario of the Hashiras (Apart from Rengoku, Shinbou) With Their Father Figure Discovering They Are Blood Relatives and Being Their Real Father.

Which Was Separated From Them. I'd Love To See Sanemi Discovering That The Monstrous "Father" He Had Isn't The Real One And Obanai Discovering That His "Family" Stole Him From His True Parents And The Fact Of Obanai Discovering He Was Loved By His Real Parents.

They Deserve So Much Love Please.

I've had this picture for a while and been wanting to use it.

An: for fathers figures I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker. Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira. Shinobu's is a doctor. Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

demon slayer master list

✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･**･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

Sanemi

When Sanemi was younger you would constantly visit him and his siblings, oftentimes helping his mother with his "father" when he was drunk. Sanemi and his siblings were yours.

You hated seeing how Kyogo would treat your kids, but you vowed not to say a word because Shizu did not want to tell him that they weren't his.

Unfortunately, you weren't there when tragedy struck.

You came clean when everything settled down. Genya was ecstatic but Sanemi was about to beat your ass.

"You let us deal with that asshole for YEARS and said NOTHING!" He screamed as he pounded on your chest.

"I'm so sorry, Your mother swore me to secrecy. I wanted to tell you so bad." You said, catching his wrists as he tried to punch you. You could barely see his frustrated and tear-stained face right before he pushed it into your chest.

This poor 14-year-old boy had lost his mom and siblings but at least now he has a proper father.

"I'm glad your my actual dad." He muttered as his arms fell limp.

"Me too."

Obanai

When Obanai was born he was immediately taken away from you and your wife, who unfortunately just passed from birth complications. Being in the infamous Obanai clan is hell on earth.

They didn't care that he was your son, what mattered to them was that he was the only born blood male of the entire clan.

(ya know when your family thinks that they are entitled to something you own just because they're family) Obanai grew up just thinking you were a father figure who called him son. You were always there for him especially when he was still in the clan's clutches. While he was with the clan you told him many stories, one of which is about your wife and that she was pregnant but had complications and died during labor, but you never said what happened to the baby.

Today you were watching him train, he looked a bit off, like he had something on his mind.

"Hi son, did you eat today?" You ask interrupting his training with bento boxes in hand.

"No."

"Come eat I made lunch." You beckon him over with a wave of your hand and he listened.

He sat next to you and asked, "What happened with your baby?

All you could do was look at him. It just came out of the blue. You were tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

"My child?"

"Yeah, what happened to him? You never told me you always stopped the story after your wife died." He asked again. You had to tell him eventually, why not now?

"Well, my son was taken from me, but I still got to watch him grow up. Unfortunately, I couldn't save him from getting hurt. A snake demon didn't like his uniqueness and wanted to make him more like her, She had the clan slit his mouth."

Your words marrinated in Iguro's mind as he realized you narrated his childhood.

"I'm sorry I never told you. I was scared of your reaction."

He didn't respond, instead he scooted a little closer and laid his head on your shoulder and started to eat.

It felt like an entirety before he said something, "thank you... For everything."

Giyuu

You were absent for most of his life, he only knew you existed from letters you'd send him and his sister.

He didn't know what you did, where you lived or if you had a second family, so when he met you he didn't think you were his father. More like someone who looked out for him while he took your spot as the water hashira.

He only found out because he went to your house and found a picture of his sister on a offering table in a spare room.

"Hey who's this?" He asked and you walked into the small room.

"My daughter. I wasn't there to save her but my son is an excellent fighter, a hashira."

Giyuu just stared at you. His eyes starting to tear up

"Are you alright?" You tried to comfort him but he backed away and covered his face with his hands.

"I'm fine this room is just dusty."

"Okay." You chuckled and patted his back.

In a blink of an eye and turned to face you and hug you.

If any other Hashira were present they'd certainly tease him.

✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･**･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

[procrastinatingwritersblog]

Fallen

Ctimene has known Eurylochus since what feels like forever. Ever since her older brother was running around with his two best friends–so, forever, basically–she's known Eurylochus. She knows his exasperation and enthusiasm the most, the former when Odysseus has his patented terrible ideas, and the latter when Odysseus has his patented excellent ideas. 

She's seen his worry many times too, when the sunny glasses-clad friend was almost killed by the boar (of course she snuck along, why wouldn't she?), when Odysseus was crowned king and the ceremony went almost too smoothly, and many times when she got injured sneaking around the palace. 

It's her knowledge she gained from those teenage years that helps her help Penelope rule as regent as well as keeping the suitors in check. They call Odysseus the cunning one, but Eurylochus would always fondly whisper that she was the smarter one, seeing as she hadn't gotten caught yet. 

In any case, she always managed to convince herself that Eurylochus was just looking out for her because he was her brother's friend, and he never really liked her. She figured out she was in love with him the days following the disastrous boar hunt, when they'd sat at Odysseus' bedside and talked softly. She saw his gentler side then, and fell before she knew it. She then swore to herself that she'd never say anything, because it would make it awkward if he didn't reciprocate (which was the only possibility) and hurt more once she married for an alliance if he did. 

She was sneaking around the palace one fateful day, a lean and light-footed sixteen-year old sneaking around like she usually did. She was going through a secret passage that led from the kitchens to the grounds outside, passing underneath the king's chambers. I can't believe people haven't figured it out yet, she thought. They always say me and Odysseus are so similar–oof! She let out a surprised squeak as the wood beneath her feet seemed to give way suddenly. Ctimene immediately covered her mouth and was completely still for a moment as she held her breath, waiting for a maid to come investigate, already coming up with a lie. 

When a maid didn't come, she gave a sigh of relief, catalogued the spot she was standing, and continued on her way to her parents' chambers. She'd heard muffled shouting coming from there last night, and she was sure it wasn't like the other time when she was fourteen that kind of scarred her for life because she'd heard her brother's name being thrown around. Odysseus was a good kid–smart, favored by the gods, and usually the only arguments concerning him was about him pissing off some powerful figure, which he hadn't lately. They didn't argue about Ctimene, seeing as whoever she would get married to was now Odysseus' choice as king. 

As she shimmied closer to their room, she could make out words. As soon as she could make out the general gist of the sentences being spoken, she stopped. This was because she wanted information, not to take unnecessary risks, and also because if she walked around more she was afraid she might faint. 

"... cheated on me with Sisyphus, dishonored…the gods?"

"... couldn't help it–forgive… love our son!"

"Not my son!"

"He's king now… that and risk the kingdom's anger!"

"Of course… behind closed doors, however, your treachery… to light! I will treat Odysseus the Cunning, King of Ithaca, as my… no more!"

"I gave you a child! …ours completely!"

"A daughter!"

Ctimene left the secret passage, hearing everything she needed to hear. She'd had her suspicions for a while, but apparently Odysseus wasn't her blood brother completely. Apparently her mother had cheated with Sisyphus to sire Odysseus, while Ctimene was the only completely royal Ithacan child. Dad's going to hate Odysseus forever, she thought. And Mom, and me, 'cause I'm Mom's kid, and oh gods, why did this have to happen?

In a daze, she walked outside onto the palace grounds. She stood on the wall between the castle and the ocean, dress billowing in the wind, looking over the ocean… and immediately slipped and fell on the wet grass. 

"Ctimene!" she heard someone exclaim, and looked over to find Eurylochus running toward her. He helped her up and started to scold her. "Ctimene, you could have been hurt or gotten swept out to sea if you'd fallen–why are you so distracted anyway?"

And maybe Ctimene was just hurt and distracted and a little bit confused but her emotions ended up boiling over and she ended up snapping at Eurylochus, "Don't scold me! I am sixteen years old and you're just looking after me because my brother asked you to! Just–leave me alone!"

Ctimene started to walk away, not quite feeling bad yet, until Eurylochus caught up to her and asked, "What makes you think I'm looking after you because Odysseus told me to?"

Ctimene sputtered for a moment–no, brain, he doesn't like you, that's stupid–"Well, why else?" she shot back, feeling immensely proud of turning the question back on him. It was a trick she'd learned from Odysseus in their childhood. 

"I know that trick," Eurylochus answered. Fuck. Forgot he knew Odysseus since we were kids too, Ctimene thought. "But I'll answer it anyway." Okay. Phew. "I liked you," Eurylochus said, and Ctimene promptly fell into the grass again. 

"Ctimene!" Eurylochus cried, and after he helped her up, Ctimene sputtered, "What?"

"I, uh, liked you," Eurylochus said, turning a little bit red. "You know what? If you don't reciprocate, we can forget this conversation ever happened, and–"

"You couldn't have said something earlier?" Ctimene demanded, because for some reason that was the first coherent thought that came to mind. "Gods, Eurylochus, I spent years pining after you–"

"Years?!"

"Yes, years!"

"And you waited for me to say something?"

And if Odysseus notices one of his best friends and his sister holding hands when they walk into the palace moments later, faces flushed, he doesn't say anything. 

Maybe he should have. Maybe he should have given them the chance to be officially married for a bit longer before he had to bring his brother-in-law to war, and leave his sister for twenty years to wait–for him, and her husband, who was never coming back.

[noxusstrap]

"I'll Get It Right This Time" Chapter 2

Ok! Hey y'all!! Sorry it took me so long to upload the second chapter on here; been downloading all my data from TikTok so please bear with me while I migrate why whole entire platform (no matter how small it is) to another location!

If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, Here is where you can find it.

Anyways Enjoy :3

CHAPTER II : The Loose Cannon

Powder would like to think she was a normal girl, thank you very much! She had everything she could ever want, her sister by her side, a roof over her head, friends she could hang out with (even though they don't want her around, but she won't admit it out loud), and the best friend any gal could ever ask for!

But she couldn't deny that sneaky little voice in her head; the one that wanted more from her life; the one that wanted to see the world and discover all the secrets and joys that lie outside of the bar; the one that saw everything that went on but never said anything until she was at her worst. She couldn't deny the utter need to be greater than what she was; she knew she had a purpose, her bombs proved it! (the voice in the back of her head disagreed but who was it to judge her?)

She sang a tune her mother used to sing to her under her breath as she worked on a new and improved bomb, she knew it would work this time, she swore it!  It had to work, it just had to! She’d make Vi proud, she loved her inventions, she just knew it! Just as she was about to screw in the last bolt, she felt a tingle go up her spine.

Something happened…but she didn't know what.

Powder looked around in a blind panic, why did she feel so panicked? She hated not knowing things, usually she’d know what was happening, but she didn't; why did she feel so … so ANXIOUS? She didn't know why she felt this way; she wants it gone, gonegonegonegonegonegon-

She banged her hand against her head, tears streaming down her face. Why was she so overwhelmed with emotions? She has never felt this way before, why start now? She shook her head and let a small whimper escape; no no nonononononono-

She Screamed.

“Powder!”

_

She opened her eyes, it was blurry… blue was all she could recognize; it was such a pretty shade of blue, like the blue of the sky after a storm passes by. She liked that blue, but as her eyes adjusted, she knew she had to be dreaming, she had to be, because if she wasn't… how could she explain the scene in front of her? She was looking at a mirror and she saw herself… only…it wasn't.

What the fuck?

It seemed like the other version of her copied what she did, when she lifted a hand to her face, the other version did too; when she stuck her tongue out, so did the other Powder. She noticed little details about her, how her hair was braided like her mom, how her face grew out of the baby fat she knew she had, just how long her hair was (she preened at the length) and… most interestingly, her eyes.  

Why were they Fushia? What the hell was going on?

'What happened to me?' Powder thought, her hand slowly reaching out to the reflection of herself, but it never touched. Before Powder's hand could reach the mirror, the reflection of herself screamed, and screamed, and screamed. All she could do was stare with fear and fascination; just what made her turn out like this? 

It seemed like the reflection could hear what she was thinking because it smirked at her and thrusted her into a memory of sorts. It was nighttime, yet the whole street was filled with the light of a thousand suns; when she turned around, a building (warehouse?) was on fire and she got a sense of deja-vu, a deep, ingrained feeling of wrong. She tries to look away, but her body does not comply, instead; she sees herself, and she's smiling.

“Vi! It worked! Did you see me? My monkey bomb finally worked!”

Oh.

She looked towards the scene and back at the burning warehouse.

Oh.

...” You did this?” Powder watched as her future self fumbled and blabbered incoherent murmurings.

“I only wanted to help,” The words shot through her, and oh isn't it a sad sight, even when she tries to do good, she was always gonna be a Jinx .

“I told you to STAY AWAY!”

SMACK!

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?”

“BECAUSE YOU'RE A JINX , YOU HEAR ME, MYLO WAS RIGHT!”

The scene slowly faded away and Powder tried to soak up all she could from it, the smell of the fire, of death; the man hugging her body and murmuring seemingly words of comfort; the dead body of Vander-

Powder cried and heaved, but like always, she had nobody.

_

“She’s waking up! Pow-” 

Powder (Jinx?) whined; couldn't they have let her sleep just a little longer? 

“Pow Pow! Are you oka-”

God, wouldn't they let a girl sleep a couple minutes more? It wouldn't kill them now, would it? She’d have to sick Flame Chompers on em’-

What the hell are Chompers?

Her eyes shot open and immediately shot to her feet, startling the small group around her.

Where was she? She thought she abandoned this place when Silco died, she hadn’t stepped a foot in this place since the talk she had with Sevika in his office….so why-

As she looked around, she took note that it was livelier than it usually was, it felt warm, inviting almost. She laughed to herself, the bar almost seemed cleaner than normal, it felt like she was coming home after so very long. Gee, she hadn’t felt this way in over 7 years, not since Vi left-

“Powder! You shouldn't be whipping your head like that! We found you on the floor with a nosebleed!” 

She paused.

Powder? But I haven't been Powder in a long-

“Pow, are you ok? Please just let us help you-” She could feel the presence of a hand getting closer and closer to her shoulder, she could feel all of her senses come alive screaming against the touch, but she paid them no mind. She wanted the hand to touch her, she dared it to touch her.

The second she felt their fingertips graze against her shirt, she grabbed their arm and hauled them over her shoulder (she didn't question how she could do it in this tiny form, maybe she would figure out the schematics later).

“Son of a-!”

THUD!

“POWDER, WHAT THE FUCK?” She heard Vi groan, her body slowly rocking back and forth on the floor. Powd-Jinx couldn't help but stare at her sister (enemy), her sister who hadn’t yet abandoned her, her sister who — up until this point — had been nothing but caring and protective and she couldn't muster up a single word, a simple sentence; all she could muster was a small, pathetic whimper. This is Vi, but this isn't her Vi. Her Vi hated her guts, her Vi had up until recently, wanted her for dead.

Vi slowly sat up at the small sound, her eyes widening as she saw a small, almost purple sheened tear slowly go down her sister's face.

“Hey… Powder it’s okay… it was just an accident; I can't be broken that easily. Are you okay? We walked into our room and saw you collapsed on the floor, we thought something bad happened to you, so we got Vander-” Vi looked off to her left; Jinx’ eyes followed Vi’s and saw (her dad) Vander standing there, his arms crossed in that oh-so-familiar pose, looking straight into Jinx’ eyes.  “- to take a quick look at you. Everything seemed fine, but you started shaking and we didn't know what-” Vi stopped in her tracks and looked back at her sister; she couldn't help but feel as if something is off. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Pow?”

And. oh wasn't that a loaded question.

How can she feel okay when she just saw her future laid out for her on a silver platter, like she was on death row, and this was her grotesque final meal; how can she feel okay when she’s the cause of everything going wrong around her; how can she feel okay when she saw Isha-

Jinx (Powder? She didn't know anymore) let out a small sob, her arms wrapping around herself in an imitation of comfort she didn't need to simulate. Before her arms could fully wrap around herself, she felt the distinct rough hands of her sister pulling into one of her signature hugs, the kind where you didn't need to speak to say a thousand thoughts, the kind where you just melt into their arms and forget about the world, the kind where you can just be an open, wounded soul with no judgement, the kind that an older sister gives to her struggling, younger counterpart. And Jinx lets herself be a lost soul in her sister's arms, just this time.

She can get to being a big fat hero and effortlessly saving the future later, for now; she just wants to be a sister weeping into her big sisters' arms.

I'm throwing this brick at you while I lock the fuck in and save all my data. See y'all next time!!!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Vickie wasn't immune to being bullied. It happened to her all the time. Her teeth were weird. She talked too much. Why does she have to have so many freckles? One time, she went quiet for a month when someone told her to shut the hell up. Vickie knows how annoying she can be sometimes, and she always tries to real it in, but it was difficult when she found something she was passionate about. Then, there were times when she had thought that she had made friends until she overheard them in the library.

"God, she's so annoying!"

"Do you hear the way she talks?"

"She's so boring!"

"Well, she's a ginger. She's got no soul!"

Vickie had run all the way home and swore never to return to school. Crying and laying in bed, she didn't understand why anyone ever hated her because all she ever did was try to be nice to people. Does everyone think about her this way? She had gone down to the store not far from her house and bought a bottle of hair dye. Maybe they would like her if she wasn't a ginger. It didn't turn out well. Her mother had returned home and rectified the situation. She always knew how to make things better.

"What are you thinking about?" Robin said as they continued to make peanut butter sandwiches.

They had been volunteering at the same station for the last couple of weeks. Whatever happened with the earthquake seemed to slowly be getting better, but it was still pretty rough. Vickie refused to leave, though even though she had this feeling on the back of her neck, a couple of days after, like something bad was going to happen but then it was gone like it had fixed it self or something. It wasn't the first time she had those feelings.

"My mom. I was thinking about my mom," Vickie said softly. "When she was alive."

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry," Robin said.

"It's alright. I mean, I miss her like crazy. Of course. I was just thinking about the time I tried to dye my hair blonde because I got it into my head that people would like me more. I had these friends or I thought they were my friends. Apparently, I talked too much, and my hair was too red," Vickie said. "It turned green for some reason. I was terribly embarrassed, and when my mom came home, she had to cut my hair. Then she sat me down and said: 'fuck them and what they think.' It shocked me because she doesn't curse a whole lot, not that she had anything against it. She said that there's always going to be people who are always going to comment on the way you live, and that's not on you to make them change how they see you but it is up to you how you see yourself. It's up to you and you alone what you like to see in the mirror."

"Wow," Robin said. "Your mom sounds amazing."

"She was the best," Vickie said proudly and paused. "She would have liked you."

"Yeah?" Robin asked.

"Yeah."

"My mom likes to bowl," Robin blurted out. "I don't know why I said that. I mean, it's true that she does. Although, she hasn't been bowling since she got pregnant with me. She raised me by herself, you know. Single mom. She didn't know who my father was, which didn't say anything about her except that I think she's the best and I never needed a father. She would like you too. What?"

"I like that you ramble," Vickie said.

"Yeah?"

"You know, I could use a break," Vickie said as she took off her gloves.

She started to walk away, and she paused before looking at her shoulder at Robin. Vickie grinned and shook her head, indicating she wanted Robin to follow her. She walked out of the cafeteria and moved far enough down the hallway before moving into an empty closet. She heard the sound of footsteps.

"Vickie?" Robin hissed.

Vickie giggled before opening the closet door and pulling Robin inside. She had apparently yanked her too hard, and she was now pressed up against Vickie. She placed her hands on Robin's hips to stop her from moving back. Vickie moved her face closer to Robin's.

"Life is short, you know," Vickie whispered. "I don't want to regret not doing something that I really wanted to do. You know?"

She brushed her lips against Robin's softly and tentatively. Robin froze for a moment, and Vickie thought she messed up, but then Robin started kissing her back. It was wonderful. Robin cupped her neck, her fingers moving into her hair as her lips moved against Vickie's. They both smiled into the kiss. Vickie wrapped her arms around Robin's neck as she deepened the kiss while Robin moved her arms around her waist to support her. A giddy, warm feeling rose up from her stomach to her chest, and she broke the kiss. They leaned their foreheads together, giggling.

"This is better than any dream that I had," Robin said, biting her lip.

"You dreamed about me?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah."

"I dreamed about you too," Vickie said, and she grinned. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah," Robin said.

"I own my own copy of Fast Times," Vickie said.

"Why did you rent it?" She asked.

"I was trying to let you know that I like women without being obvious," Vickie replied.

"Oh my god," Robin laughed. "Steve was right."

"You talk about me with Steve Harrington?" She asked.

"He's my best friend in the whole world," Robin said. "My platonic soulmate."

"That sounds nice. I don't think I've ever had a best friend. I mean, I have friends but. . .that sounds nice," Vickie said.

"It is," Robin said. "And the video thing. . .so cute."

"Really?" Vickie asked.

"You're so cute," Robin said.

Robin kissed her cheek, rapid firing a bunch of kisses against it, causing Vickie to giggle. She began moving her lips down until they were attached to Vickie's neck. Vickie squeaked when Robin started nibbling at her neck, but she pulled her back in when Robin tried to pull away.

"Robin?" A young boy's voice rang out.

Robin and Vickie sprang apart.

"Who's that?" Vickie asked.

"Dustin Henderson. He's one of the kids that Steve and I platonically adopted," Robin said with a sigh, and Vickie's eyes twinkled.

"She's probably in the bathroom," they heard Steve tell him.

"They're going to keep looking for me," Robin groaned.

She cupped Vickie's face and kissed her deeply. Robin pulled away and grabbed a box of gloves off the shelf. She burst out of the closet, right next to them and causing them both to scream. Vickie followed and laughed at the look on their faces.

"What were you doing in the closet, Robin?!" Dustin exclaimed. "You scared the shit out of me and Steve!"

"Looking for gloves," Robin said, shaking the box at him. "What do you want?"

"Oh, they cleared Eddie of all charges!!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Shit! Seriously?!" Robin exclaimed.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah, they arrested Jason Carver," Dustin replied.

"I always thought there was something off about that guy," Vickie muttered. "I mean, Jason, not Eddie."

"Who is this?" Dustin asked, realizing there was someone else there.

"Vickie Fisher," she said, greeted with a smile and holding out her hand. "I like your shirt."

"It's Weird Al," Dustin said, looking at her suspiciously.

"I love Weird Al!" She exclaimed.

"I like you. Robin, I like your friend," Dustin said. "You're automatically my friend now, too. You can come with us to tell Eddie the news."

Dustin took off ahead of them, and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"He's adorable," Vickie laughed.

"His moms certainly think so," Robin said, and Steve sighed.

"His moms?" Vickie asked.

"Claudia, his real mom, and Steve," Robin said. "I am, of course, the dad."

"Of course, that makes sense," Vickie said seriously. "I always thought Steve looked like a mom."

"You know, Fisher, I was going to warn you about the hickey on your neck, but I think I changed my mind," Steve said.

Vickie giggled as she buttoned up the collar of her shirt to cover it. She looked at him seriously.

"By the way, I have nothing but honorable intentions with your platonic soulmate," Vickie said.

"That's good to know," Steve said in amusement.

"You were totally right about Phoebe Cates," Robin said.

"I already owned my own copy," Vickie said.

"So, why did you - oh, I see what you did. Nice," Steve said and high fived Vickie.

Robin rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"You really like me?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah, even if you do like Weird Al," Robin said teasingly and Vickie laughed.

"Oh my God, she would not stop talking about you. It was constant, nonstop," Steve rolled his eyes. "She even called you the girl of her dreams."

Vickie's eyes lit up as she gazed at Robin fondly. The smile dropped from her face as she realized something.

"Wait. . .Eddie's alive?!"

[bethberry]

THE ONLY EXCEPTION

⋆·˚ ༘ *pairing⋆·˚ ༘ *- tara chamblerxfem!reader

‧₊˚ ⋅warnings* ‧₊ - none

*ੈ✩word count ‧₊˚ - 1,563

୨୧A/N - thank you to the server for forcing me to write this I'm actually very proud of it :3

my first idea of love was terrible. the first time i thought i knew what love was and how it should be, it was torn in half. only months before the apocalypse started, my parents got into a fight.

they always fought and i was used to the yelling. hell, i was even used to how aggressive my dad got. not this time. i couldn't do it anymore. it ended up with my parents getting a divorce.

all because i couldn't keep my mouth shut and my feelings inside.

ever since then, i swore to myself and to the future people I'd meet that i would never try to love someone or let anyone love me. they say you're parents are the draft for how you grow up to be. i didn't want to roll with that so i never fell in love. if i felt like i was going to? i'd just leave. cut whatever person i felt feelings for out.

then the breakout began, cities being taken out within the hour, buildings burning down from the mass bombing. both of my parents died quickly. my mom was taken out by a walker while we tried to make it back to my dad's place. i got there alone, only to find his rotting corpse.

to this day, all of it still feels like my fault. maybe if they weren't hating each other because of how stressed their fighting made me. maybe then they'd still be living together. maybe they would have little secret safety spots that they came up with together that we all could've hid out in. but no. it's not like that. now, i was sitting outside of a gated community. in this world, it felt like i was dreaming when they let me in. houses, baths, food, and even cattle. it was all real. after a couple of days of people warming up to me, i finally got my own home to live in.

so far i was only getting close with two people from the community, a man named glenn and a girl named tara. everyone else was just acquaintances.

glenn was caring, and extremely protective. i saw him as a brother but not the kind where he's always looking after me. he supported me and my decisions.

tara.

tara had the softest brown eyes. almost all of the time, her resting face was still so kind. she made me laugh all the time. her hair was growing long after i had been there for so long. she let me trim it sometimes which turned into me completely styling her hair in the silliest ways possible. i had even found some makeup in the drawers in my house and decided that tara would be a good model for me. anytime that i wasn't helping around the community i was with tara. she loved lightning moments when she could. she loves fist bumps and thinks they are a simple way of showing friendship. she loves having her hair up but lets it down around me. she prefers baggy clothing because it's not touching her skin as aggressively and skin-tight clothes. she likes the feeling when i sit over her lap while i draw on small hearts next to her eyes with eyeliner. "you should try it on both sides this time babe." she says with that same small giggle between every other word. i tilt my head to the side a bit before lifting my hand to hold onto her chin and turn it to the left.

i draw another heart and she smiles. her eyes were locked on mine and mine were staring at the crease of her eye. when i looked back to her pupils, they widened. expanded as if she were under the influence. both of our eyelids flutter a bit before i can't even think anymore because our lips are pressed together, melting against each other. it felt nice in the moment but my head started finding its track again and i stood up quickly. i was falling in love again.

every day, i would think about tara. her doe-like eyes. her pillowy pink lips. her hair. dry or when she comes out of the shower and puts on one of my t-shirts instead of hers. how couldn't i tell that i actually loved her? how did my brain not process that for so long?

i panicked in place for a second before rushing out of the room, leaving tara dumbfounded. she sat on the bed in silent confusion, now sat up with her arms supporting her as she stood up.

the bathroom door slammed shut as i stepped inside. at first, i tried to take deep breaths and shake away this dreading feeling of love but it didn't work. i just kept imagining her face and how nice her lips felt against mine. it was all too perfect and that was the exact issue. i was going to fall in love then it would be taken away from me in a blink of an eye. my back was pressed against the bathroom wall while i had my head in my hands. i quietly cursed at myself for letting this happen but quickly jumped at the soft knock from tara.

"y/n? you in there?" she totally knew i was in there. but that's how tara is, she's kind, compassionate, understanding, and patient.

i swallow a large lump in my throat and begin to speak. "yeah."

"could i...come in?" she said through the door, her voice slightly muffled but i could hear the affection and need in her words.

a long sigh left my mouth when i thought about her question. she stayed sitting outside of the door as i contemplated letting her in. it could lead to so many different things. i could confess my feelings for her and she would say that she felt the same. or i could confess and she could feel the complete opposite and all of my precautions and overthinking would be right.

i open the door with a small creak. i could see the saddened look in her eyes when she saw that i had been crying. she was the only person that had ever seen me cry like this. all she did was look at me with a caring expression. the corners of her lips were tugged down a bit and her eyes and eyebrows were dropped down.

"i know." she breathed out with a small huff. i snapped my head up from my gaze on the floor and met her eyes but i was still silent.

"i've known. when you first did my hair i could see it in your eyes." my eyes flutter a bit, a look of disbelief painted all over my face.

"you don't even have to say anything okay? i just know and i also know that i want more with you. i want more than little sleepovers as if we're kids. i want more than you doing my makeup. i want more than taking the mornings to ourselves to clean up the horse stables i want more than this. i just..." she takes in a large breath and lets it out while staring up at the ceiling. she then brought her head back down to look at me while small tears fell from my eyes.

"i want you."

part of me couldn't even process the words leaving her mouth. another part of me wanted to run away from this horrid feeling. this terrible terrible moment where i realized that this was it. then that last third part of me wanted to smash my lips against tara's. but i just stood and stared at her with pure worry in my eyes. imagine it was all a joke and she was fucking with my feelings.

of course, she wasn't.

"please say anythi-"

for the first time ever, i quickly wrapped my hands around the back of her head and pressed our lips together without tugging away to run. not a rushed kiss or a hungry kiss. just a kiss. a long one. i felt a small breath leave her lips, probably a gasp but my brain was fogged over so i couldn't tell. all i knew was that i couldn't go back after this. her hands linked together behind the small of my back and pulled my hips closer to hers, not for a second did she let our lips slip away from each other. we ended up stumbling all the way from the bathroom back to her room. she laid back down on her bed with me on her lap. her hands still held onto my waist while i wrapped mine around the very back of her neck. our lips sunk into each other like puzzle pieces. i could taste some sort of fruit juice on her lips.

eventually, her hands found their way into my hair. the sensation of her fingertips and slightly long nails against my scalp sent a chill up my back.

my throat and lungs were telling me to pull away to catch my breath but my hands, feeling her soft skin, said to stay. my nose, gently tapping right beneath her eye socket, said to stay. my hips, sat on top of hers without fear, said to stay. my entire body told me to stay. then tara pulled away.

"are you gonna stay?"

tags - @carlsangel @crxssbowcarl @aurasplanet @hiro--aoki @rositastara @deadgirlwalkingx

[jigujellee]

COOL WITH YU

(gif creds here)

pairing : karina x fem!reader

summary : karina yu hates your guts, but she's starting to realize she doesn't. | read part 1 here!

word count : 5k 💀

warnings : mentions of death, mentions of gambling addictions, swearing, red flag step mom green flag dad, karina is just not good w her words, shitty non proof-read writing (im v rusty im so sorry)

your tears cascaded down your cheeks as you watched your father kneel beside your bedridden mother, gripping onto her hand as he sobbed uncontrollably. you both knew this day would eventually come; the doctors constantly reminded you of her poor prognosis but neither of you were ready to accept it.

your eyes shift from your father to your mother. you could tell she left peacefully seeing that her she had a faint smile on her face, one that you always loved to see growing up. as you admired her features, your chest begins to ache as her last words to you repeatedly echo in your head;

“you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n. thank you for being my sunshine even on my darkest days. never forget that i’m always with you in here,” she says as she holds her hand to your chest and feels your heartbeat, causing a smile grows on her face.

“and i love you so much, my y/n. i always will even if we’re galaxies and dimensions apart”

it was too much to take in at the young age of 12. your mind was blank, not a single thought occupying your brain. you couldn’t process the fact that you’ve lost one of the most important people in your life on a random tuesday evening. it’s clear your father couldn’t handle it either, seeing how he hasn’t been able to stop his own tears since the time of death was announced. you move towards him and hug him from behind and you too start to sob with him.

naturally, it would take some time to truly accept the fact that your mother was gone. the pain still lingered for both you and your father but things were slowly shaping up. you found joy in the things you loved once again and you were able to surround yourself with people who cared about you. it wasn’t until your dad had announced that he would be getting married to a literal reincarnation of the devil that all the progress you were making had gone down the drain. how could he remarry so quickly, and to someone who wasn’t anything like your mother?

her name was lorraine. she used to work with your dad and kept seeing him after your mother’s passing. she seemed really sweet and caring at first but she was quick to show her true colours once she got with your dad. unbeknownst to the both of you, lorraine had a terrible gambling addiction. the anger on your dad’s face when he found out she used all the money your mom put away for your college tuition wasn’t even close to the anger you felt bubbling in your chest. to make matters worse, lorraine didn’t seem bothered by it at all nor did she give any indication that she would try and help earn it back, and you swore that you wouldn’t bother trying to include her in your life.

you didn’t have a large circle of friends so avoiding people was easy for you. if anything, you enjoyed roaming around campus on your own, trying to find undiscovered places to study and get work done. the only person you haven’t avoided was ryujin, a friend you met who lives a few dorms down from you, but that was only because she forces her way into your life and you just always seem to give in to her.

the two of you found a nice shaded area in the quad to try and study for your upcoming midterms. it was silent for the most part with the breeze and some birds chirping being the only thing you could hear, but that silence was broken when ryujin suddenly asks you a question.

“how come you don’t hang around karina anymore?”

the mention of her name is enough to make you stop writing notes. you take a brief look at her before smacking her on the arm, causing her to yelp.

“damn girl, i was just asking! no need to get violent,” ryujin rubs the now slightly reddened area in attempts to soothe the pain.

“but i brought her up because i think she’s worried about you. like, i swear i’ve seen her steal glances at you whenever you and i study at the library or whenever we pass by her”

“aw how sweet,” you say sarcastically, not even batting an eye towards your friend as you continue to focus on your notes.

“i swear i caught you looking back at her too at one point”

“okay, now you’re just being delusional”

“am i though?” the question is left unanswered and you force her to focus on studying. ryujin smirks at her small victory.

if you were in fact looking at the girl in question, it probably wasn’t even on purpose. besides, why would you even bother staring at someone who doesn’t care about you?

to say you were tired was an understatement; you were absolutely drained. studying for midterms and completing a handful of assignments meant that you were losing more and more sleep each night, and it was definitely catching up to you.

“you look like you died and were forced to come back to life,” ryujin jokes as she hands you a large black coffee and a red bull. was it healthy? definitely not, but you needed to stay awake during your classes.

“good morning to you too, jinnie. thanks for the energy”

“i know, i’m everyone’s ball of sunshine!” she yells, a bit too close to your eardrums for your liking.

“i meant the drinks, idiot”

“it’s okay, i know what you really mean” ryujin playfully nudges your side and you can’t help but playfully roll your eyes at her. you slide the red bull into your bag and take a sip of the coffee before dropping ryujin off to her class and making your way to yours. thankfully, your classes are in the same building so you don’t need to travel too far.

you quietly enter the lecture hall, your mind too occupied with what you were going to study next once you finished classes today. you plop yourself down in your usual seat, not paying much attention to the few students already there. it wasn’t until a granola bar was placed on top of the notes you were trying to read that you finally paid attention to something other than microbiology notes.

when you look up, your eyes are met with a girl sporting a jean jacket with a black tank top underneath matched with grey sweats and topped with a plain black yankees baseball cap. she looked like those girls on pinterest who had such simple but eye-catching outfits. when she looks up, you realize it’s the person you’ve been trying to avoid for days now. she doesn’t utter a word and makes her way down to her usual spot three rows in front of you. you stare at the granola bar for a moment as you mentally debate whether you should eat it or not. the professor’s voice catches you off guard and you quickly shove the granola bar into the front pocket of your bag, deciding to eat it sometime later when she wasn’t around.

this class is one of your favourites as you personally love learning about anything ancient greece, but today you find it difficult to pay attention in class. your eyelids are significantly heavier than usual and you feel your head start to bob up and down. you figure it shouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for a moment so you lay your head down behind your laptop to try and get some shut eye, but it doesn’t last long because you feel the neighbouring student nudge your elbow to which you jerk your head up and find the professor giving you a stern look.

“i asked you a question, y/n”

“i’m sorry, could you please repeat it?”

the professor sighs but continues on anyway, “which two generals were fighting in the second punic war?”

you knew the answer, you felt it on the tip of your tongue. but all you could do was let out a few “uhs” and “uhms” before a familiar voice speaks in your place.

“it was between scipio africanus and hannibal”

“well done, karina. i’d also like to remind everyone that sleeping in my class is not allowed. either show up to my class or don’t come at all, but i don’t want you to come in here and treat it like your bedroom,” the professor doesn’t break eye contact with you as he spoke to the class. you shrink back in your seat and keep your eyes glued to your laptop, failing to catch karina looking back at you with worry plastered all over her face.

luckily you were able to keep yourself awake for the remainder of the lecture after chugging down the coffee ryujin got you. once 3 hours have gone by and everyone is packing up to leave, the professor asks to have a word with you so you sit and wait for everyone to leave the lecture hall before making your way down towards the front of the class. your professor has already packed up and sits on the desk, swinging his legs back and forth like a child in a high chair.

“is everything alright, y/n?” he asks gently.

“yeah, i’m- i’m just exhausted. it’s midterm season and all the profs are dropping assignments left and right, and i thought i planned everything out properly but i’m a bit behind so i’ve been staying up late to finish things,” you ramble, pausing to catch your breath. “but this doesn’t excuse me falling asleep in your class, i’m sorry. it won’t happen again”

“it’s alright, i was just worried. i’m sorry for announcing it to the class, i didn’t realize what i said until afterwards which is why i wanted to speak with you briefly to apologize,” you give a small smile and tell him not to worry about it. he dismisses you and reminds you take breaks when you can. it felt nice to have a professor care for their students, which was another reason why you enjoyed this class so much.

you feel a bit better after speaking with your professor; your steps felt lighter and you suddenly felt energized to get some studying done so you plan to head for the library. but unfortunately, the campus goddess had also wanted to have a word with you after class seeing that she waited for you outside. you attempt to walk in the opposite direction but karina is quick to follow you with a skip in her step.

“hey, i practically saved your ass in there,” she boasts, now trying to walk backwards since you wouldn’t stop walking. “now we’re even after what you did last time” you felt your eyes roll at her comment and you pick up your pace to move past her and get to the library. you’re stopped yet again when you feel her slender fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, pulling you back to face her.

“can you stop ignoring me for once? i just want to talk to you”

“let go, you’re hurting me” karina looks down and her eyes widen at how strong her grip was on you, and she’s quick to drop your wrist.

“sorry. where are you off to in such a hurry anyway?”

“cut the bullshit karina, what do you want to say?” the purple haired girl purses her lips and inhales deeply through her nose before continuing.

“why do you have so much hatred towards me?” you look at her completely baffled, then laugh in disbelief.

“are you serious? you’re asking me why i hate you, when you’re the one who did it first? don’t you remember what you said to me when i was asked to help you with your catch up assignments? you said you were going to get your grade up, with or without my help, and then you’d be through with me. and let’s not forget all the times you shut me down when all i wanted was to be your friend and be close to you, yet you want to stand here in front of me want and ask why i hate you? damn i didn’t take you for an idiot, karina,” the last sentence struck a chord in the girl.

“excuse me?” it was karina’s turn to act baffled. “i was just stressed and having a really difficult time, but clearly you wouldn’t understand that because of how cold and ignorant you are,” she responds, voice slightly raised. if you think people weren’t staring at you before, they definitely were now.

“oh yes, because you, of all people, definitely understand how i’m feeling just because you overheard that one phone call, right? like be fucking for real” karina’s words begin to sink in and only then does she realize the weight of her words; this isn’t how she wanted this conversation to go at all. you walk closely towards her and you watch karina uncross her arms and keeps them at her sides once your faces are merely inches apart from each other.

“don’t make comments about my personal life because i don’t make comments about yours. (shoutout ate bobbie, iykyk) i never wanted to hate you karina, i’m just here returning the fucking favour,” you push past the girl and leave her in a now crowded corridor with people whispering around you trying to understand what just happened. the campus goddess clenches her fists and tries to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes. she was reminded of when you yelled at her the last time, saying the same thing: that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with karina.

after your little spat with karina, your week has been anything but good. you lost all your motivation to study, you started to skip a few of your classes and opted to stay at your dorm because you couldn’t deal with any human interaction right now. you replay the fight over and over in your head, and you honestly find it hard to believe that one person can have such a drastic effect on your mood.

you stay in bed after hearing your alarm go off, staring at the ceiling. it’s been your dream to come to this school but you clearly weren’t enjoying the experience to the fullest. you’re miles away from your dad, you have a demon of a step mother, and the prettiest most popular girl on campus hated you and you still don’t even have any clue as to why. your first year at smu wasn’t anything like college life in the movies and a part of you was starting to regret coming here.

letting out a deep sigh, you turn to your side and find the framed picture of your mom sitting on your nightstand. you reach to grab it and gloss over her features, her smile standing out to you the most as many would say that you have her smile. tears start to trickle in and you pull the frame close to your chest, hoping that you could somehow feel the warmth of her hugs once more.

“i miss you so much, mom. i wish you were here to tell me things will be okay.”

you stay like that for a few minutes, your tears now drying on your face. you feel the weight of your eyelids become heavier and you could feel yourself drifting into sleep yet again, but your phone begins to violently vibrate. thinking you must’ve set another alarm by mistake, you reach to grab the device and find it’s not an alarm but a phone call. as you usually do with lorraine, you answer the phone but say nothing until she speaks first.

“i’ve been trying to call you for ages now! why aren’t you picking up your phone? i swear to god y/n, you will be the reason for your father’s death with all the stress you’ve been causing him!”

“how do you know you’re not the one causing him to stress?”

“please sweetie, you wouldn’t know how much i do for him since you rarely ever check in with us”

“oh i check in with him all the time, it’s just you i don’t check in with. you’re no one to me”

“you’re such an ungrateful little prick, you know that? you’re just like your mother, you’re both just so unreliable and you leave your poor father all alone here and-”

“god, just shut the fuck up!” you spring up in bed, clutching the picture frame tightly out of anger.

“my parents wanted me to come here! they knew it was always my dream to come to smu, but after your dumbass self spent all the money we had on your stupid gambling addiction, he had to work a shit ton of jobs just so he could pay for me to go to school! and what did you do? what did you do besides stay at home, unemployed, gossiping with your friends over the phone on the couch every fucking day?” your vision becomes more blurry by the second due to the new rush of tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

your relationship with your dad became a teeny bit rocky after announcing his marriage with lorraine, but it wasn’t completely terrible. you didn’t have the heart to hate your dad for meeting someone new. if anything, you understood that you had to rely on each other more than ever because he’s all you have left and you didn’t want some random lady to get in the way of that.

one day, your dad walks into your room and sits beside you on your bed where he hands you a plane ticket and what looked like an admission’s folder with smu’s crest on the front.

“i’ve saved up enough for your first two years, and i’ll continue working hard so you can finish altogether. i know it’s always been your dream to study at smu and i don’t want you to lose this opportunity because of financial setbacks”

“but i don’t want leave you here dad, i’m fine attending somewhere nearby. i just don’t want you to be alone with her,” you protest as you wrap your arms tightly around him. he leaves a soft kiss on your temple reassuring you that he’ll be fine, and made you promise to call him everyday.

“you’re going to make mom and i proud like you always do, y/n. don’t worry about me, just live your dreams for the both of us”

you aggressively wipe your eyes before continuing to yell into the phone mic.

“if you think you’re my dad’s knight in shining armour who saved him, then you’re so delusional. don't speak about me or my mother again, and for fuck's sake, stop calling me! i don’t need you to check in on me and i don’t need you in my life!” you hang up without letting her utter a word in, making sure to block her number right after. you fall back onto your bed with tears falling one after the other, these ones being out of anger and not sadness.

your phone begins to ring again and you nearly throw it across the room, but seeing that it was your dad calling, you immediately pick it up.

“hi my lo- wait, are you crying? why are you crying, what happened?”

“nothing dad, lorraine just called. again.” you hear your father sigh and watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“i’m so sorry sweetie, i tried making it clear to her that you didn’t want her contacting you, but she’s still stubborn as per usual”

“why are you still with her?”

“to be honest, i don’t know. if i knew she was going to act like this, especially with you, i wouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. i’m seriously considering filing a divorce,” his response slightly shocks you.

“well, don’t divorce her because of me. if you like her, then you like her and i don’t want to get in the way of that”

“honey, you know you come first before anything and anyone. both you and your mom,” you begin to feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest at the mention of her. it’s silent for a moment before you ask a question you’ve been wanting to ask for sometime now.

“do you miss mom?”

“oh y/n, i miss her every single day. i still can’t find it in my heart to believe she’s really gone”

“you were so in love with her, weren’t you?”

“were? i am still very much in love with her. there is no one else in this world that could possibly make me feel the way your mother did. although there’s a possibility of meeting new people, no one else will come close to her” you smile at the words being spilled by your dad. it was so endearing to hear him speak about his love for your mom and it eases your mind knowing that he hadn’t easily replaced her with someone like lorraine.

“there’s the pretty smile i love so much,” you giggle at your dad's sudden comment, your eyes meeting his own along with his signature big and toothy grin.

“i love you dad”

“i love you too, sweetie. it’s you and mom in my heart forever, okay?” you nod your head and flash him another smile.

“i’m coming home once the semester ends so text me what you want me to bring home”

“that’s my girl! and don’t stress too much. i’m okay, you’re okay, and everything is going to be okay. i got you always,” he blows you a kiss and waves goodbye before hanging up, the anger from earlier dissipating almost immediately.

you don’t realize you’re still holding onto the picture of your mom even after both phone calls. you look at it one more time and replicate the smile that your mother had before giving the picture a soft kiss and placing it back in its spot on the nightstand. with a sudden surge of energy and motivation thanks to your dad, you decide to be productive today and start by cleaning yourself and your room, which was a complete disaster due to midterm season.

once you’ve finished your little reset moment, you hear a knock on the door. you weren’t expecting anyone so you’re taken aback slightly at the sudden visitor. twisting the doorknob with much hesitation, you open the door and find no one there to your surprise. you peek your head out and look in both directions to see who it was, but you only caught glimpse of what looked like a jean jacket turning the corner. at first, you think you were just being pranked but once you look towards the ground, you find a shin ramen cup and some spam with a sticky note reading “don’t skip your meals. you can’t live on coffee and red bull forever - rn” you bring the items in and begin to prepare the food while thinking of who rn could possibly be.

the following days were spent entirely in the library trying to catch up on school work. thankfully, you were able to get your assignments out of the way and you had time to focus on just studying now. you make your way to your usual spot in the library, large coffee in hand and headphones on your head, but you notice someone is already sitting there. you recognize the purple hair that was tied in a messy bun under a familiar black baseball cap. it had been awhile since you fought with the girl, so you were hesitant to approach her and tried to look for other seats in the library. to your demise, other tables and areas were fully occupied except for the seat across from her, so you walked towards the empty spot anyway.

karina has her headphones on as well so she doesn’t hear you approach her. she’s startled once she noticed someone take the seat in front of her, but she’s even more surprised at who takes the seat.

you don’t say anything and even avoid any eye contact with her, but you can feel her piercing gaze as she watches you like a hawk while you unpack your things. as soon as you get settled, karina takes her headphones off and taps you lightly on the hand, motioning for you to take your headphones off too indicating that she wanted to talk. you pause your song and take them off like she requested and karina takes a deep breath before speaking, as she usually does with you.

“i understand if you still do not wish to speak to me after this, but please hear me out this one time” she’s barely whispering and you need to lean in a bit closer to fully hear her. but you stay silent and she takes it as her cue to continue.

“growing up, my mom always pushed me to study and work hard. i rarely left my house, and if i did, it was just with family. when i came here to smu, i finally had the freedom to do whatever i want whenever i want, but unfortunately, that mindset of constantly needing to do well and staying independent still stays with me. i’ve lost a lot of friends because of it; i lost you because of it,” she shyly admits. “but that should not be an excuse for how i’ve been treating you since you got here, and i’m really sorry. you just wanted to be close with me and you wanted to help me but i pushed you away without any warning, which isn’t fair to you at all”

you nod your head when she spoke to show that you were really listening and trying to understand what she was saying. it takes some time to figure out what to say to karina, but she patiently waits for you to formulate your response which surprises her at first.

“you remind me of my mother. she was hardworking, independent, and very beautiful too,” karina’s cheeks feel warm at the sudden compliment and you try to hide your smirk when you see the tips of her ears go red.

“but just like you, she also pushed away those who cared about her the most. even when she was confined to a hospital bed, suffering and hurting, she always told my dad and i that she was fine with the biggest smile on her face. i knew she wasn’t, but she didn’t want us to worry. she didn’t want us to think about when her time finally comes” the girl stays silent just like you did, letting the words fully sink in as she waits for you to continue.

“but if there’s anything thing my mom taught me, it’s to not give up on people so easily which is why i kept trying to be friends with you. looking at it now, maybe i came off way too strong at first with all the gifts, and it’s my fault for not realizing that. but like you said, it doesn’t excuse your behaviour towards me” karina purses her lips and brings her head down, ashamed to face you because of her past actions. but she quickly shoots her head up and asks if there's anything she could do to make it up to you.

“let me take you on a date” karina’s eyes widen and her cheeks are fully flushed, you can’t help but smirk at the girl.

“a date? like, a romantic date? or-”

“it doesn’t need to be romantic. just two people, getting to know each other and seeing where it takes them” karina regains composure and tries to act like she didn’t just freak out a second ago.

“do you have a crush on me, y/n?” she says with fake confidence.

“you intrigue me," you admit bluntly. "i want to know more about the campus goddess and i’d be lying if i said i didn’t think of you from time to time”

“well, i could say the same thing. i wouldn’t have gone out of my way to feed you if i didn’t have any interest in you,” you raise your eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what she meant. you don’t recall talking to karina prior to this conversation so it was practically impossible for her to have fed you. it’s karina’s turn to smirk as she finds your confusion slightly amusing, but it immediately clears up once she messily attempts to write rn upside down in your notebook. you simply smile at the memory of finding food in front of your door.

the rest of your time in the library is spent studying because you learned you both had been slacking off due to the emotional distress of being angry at each other. you agreed to study for a few hours before grabbing a bite to eat together, and as you watch a focused purple-haired campus goddess scrunch her nose while trying to write her study notes, you realize that college was going to be one hell of an experience after all.

a/n: i am so sorry this took so long to put out.... but i hope u enjoyed it nonetheless :') i love u all sm

[vaile-elenya]

I have so many thoughts on the rings situation. Also, I’m going to be honest I have no clue what those things do sometimes. We the audience know that the three rings aren’t corrupted because we have omnipresence.

In universe, Elrond just say Galadriel touched something and spat out a prophecy. In context, you watch your aunt/mom figure touch something and said some weird prophecy. It’s clear it’s because of the ring. The ring that is dangerous because it’s powerful. It is also could be UBER dangerous because Satan may have made it. The same guy that disguised himself and befriended your best friend. We the audience can see the prophecy but they can’t. If that was me, I’d think she’d be on weed

You have an amazing point about saying “I’m not corrupted by the ring” <- person who is corrupt would say that. IT’S TRUE! In universe, they don’t really have proof besides the tree being restored. Even then, thinking Sauron saved the tree because he had a plan with the elves seems logical. We know that he’s weird about Galadriel (dude she doesn’t want you, let it go. Don’t be an incel) so one could argue that he wants the elves to stay so he saved the tree. We know that isn’t true, and with the information given in universe, it almost seems logical.

This isn’t me trying to hate on Galadriel because I love her dearly and her biggest crime is not being truth and a mean. She’s everything I’ve wanted in a character because I am also a make mistakes more than I should.

With Elrond saying “she did it to protect the ring” sounds harsh and it is. However, the way Robert said that line and in context to Elrond’s history, that is someone trying to convince himself that he doesn’t need anyone. He probably feels betrayed by everyone because they didn’t tell him a lot of things, so he must feel iced out.

I know this because I did this two months ago. I thought my friend chose someone else over me and then I went on an abandonment issues spiral 💀 I thought they didn’t care about me so I went on a whole mentally rant about how I didn’t need anyone because of course people leave. I

That’s what I think Elrond is doing, the abandonment issues spiral. That’s just my two cents on everything. Feel free to disagree and we can talk about it!

No, I think you’re spot on with the abandonment issues spiral. It ties directly into what we know about Elrond from the writers—he feels like an outsider in his own kingdom.

(Long rambling ahead, so I'm putting it under the cut!)

From the audience’s perspective, it’s easy to see his actions as over-the-top or too harsh. We've spent so much time in S1 watching events unfold from various angles. We know about Galadriel’s journey with Halbrand/Sauron on the raft. We’ve seen their interactions, we know what they said, and we can quote some of their conversations by heart.

But Elrond? He doesn’t have that luxury. The only things he knows about Halbrand are what Galadriel told him—and that’s not much because, well, Galadriel has not exactly been the most open sharer.

When you put yourself in Elrond’s shoes and let go of all the things you know and he doesn’t, his choices start to make a lot more sense. Imagine this: your closest friend, who you thought had sailed off to the undying lands, suddenly reappears in Middle-earth with a mortal companion. You learn he’s the king of the Southlands, and later it’s revealed that he’s a talented smith who once worked for Aulë. He’s even got a brilliant idea that could help save the Elves. Why would you suspect anything? He looks harmless, and your friend vouches for him.

But then, as time passes, things start to unravel. The great idea to forge three rings comes to fruition, and suddenly you realize it was Sauron all along—the greatest evil force Galadriel swore to destroy. And worse, she knew, but she didn’t tell anyone. In fact, if she hadn’t abandoned that scroll at the Breakup Pond™, you’d still know nothing.

You realize the rings were forged with Sauron’s guidance. The same Sauron Galadriel spent years hunting down. And now, not only did she fail to end him, but she actively hid his identity. What happened to the relentless warrior who wouldn’t rest until Sauron was gone? Now she’s keeping his secret? It doesn’t add up.

Surely she must be under his influence. How else can you explain it?

You turn to Gil-galad and Círdan, two of the wisest Elves you know, hoping they’ll understand the gravity of the situation—but neither decides to destroy the rings. This is far from what you expected.

Meanwhile, Galadriel insists that she knows the rings are free from corruption, but honestly, it sounds like exactly the kind of thing someone under Sauron’s influence would say.

(Plus, her judgment hasn’t exactly been foolproof before. Sauron, in his pretty disguise, already tricked her once, and she even used that as an argument for her actions when Gil-galad questioned her. So how can we (Elrond, the viewers, even Galadriel herself) be totally sure that she’s not falling for it all over again?)

At this point, Elrond feels utterly betrayed. He doesn’t know if he can trust anyone, even those he considers closest to him. From his perspective, everyone he’s shown these rings to has instantly become utterly captivated by their beauty and power. Isn’t it almost like... like what Sauron would want to happen? 🤨

I think Elrond’s attitude seems to be driven by both his bitterness over feeling abandoned and the fear of what might happen next. Because sure, the rings helped with the Golden Tree. I feel like the only problem Elrond has with that is... that nothing comes free. He’s afraid of the cost they will have to pay for delaying their fading. Cheating death, in Durin’s words.

And I agree that Elrond’s treatment of Galadriel is harsh, but in a way, it feels like he’s giving her a taste of what she’s been doing all along—disregarding everyone else’s opinions except her own (he’s just doing that a little more firmly). Plus, Galadriel’s response to this whole situation doesn’t make it any easier to feel for her either. @theivorybilledwoodpecker nailed this point in this great post:

Last season, he promised to trust her. When he was reluctant to make the rings, she brought the promise up almost like she was weaponizing it against him.

When he got angry at her for her tricking him into making rings Sauron wanted made, she basically went, "Well, if you hadn't have failed with the dwarves I wouldn't have had to."

Every time she goes to apologize or set things right, it's so he can do something for her. First it's so she can get the rings back. Then so she can get him to go on the journey.

And again, she keeps bringing up the promise. She's weaponizing his trust. She seems to see the promise as "Gotcha! You didn't word it to cover every possibility, so now you need to trust me forever!"

Finally, he decides to go on the expedition to Eregion with her. To help her and not abandon her. But she stops looking so pleased at this once she finds out he's going to be the leader. Because sure she wanted his help. Under her own terms. And I get that being demoted hurts, but it's not entirely unwarranted. It's not out of line for Gil-galad and Elrond to question whether Sauron, the master deceiver who fooled her so badly that she was willing to help him get a kingdom, could still be messing with her mind.

That said, while it’s difficult and uncomfortable to watch, I think it’s crucial for Galadriel’s character development. I actually love how the writers are spinning this story—it’s the perfect way for her to learn humility and grow into the Galadriel we know from LOTR. It all connects beautifully.

The same goes for Elrond. This is a brilliant backstory that helps shape him into the Lord of Imladris we see later on, and I’m honestly in awe of how well it’s being handled. It just fits so perfectly.

And like I mentioned in my earlier post, Galadriel can’t be fully trusted until she earns that trust back. For her to do that, she has to move beyond her obsession with revenge and pride, and prove her new motivations to others. She’s trying, but it shouldn’t be easy, and it isn’t. I’m really glad this arc isn’t being wrapped up in a single episode, because it’s so important to both Elrond’s and Galadriel’s growth. Can’t wait to see how they come to an understanding.

Anyway... thank you for the ask! My ask box is open if any of you want to share your views on this or talk about anything else 🫶

[hannahhook7744]

Heart Sibling Headcanons;

Quinlynn, Hardy/Hart, and Red/Róisín were born on the isle of the lost. When the barrier was brought down Quinlynn was 21, Hardy was 16 (almost 17), and Red was 10.

Hardy has been rumored to be an affair child: the rumors on who exactly cheated aren't really clearly and the Heart siblings aren't really sure there's any truth to it at all.

When asked why they look so different from one another, they always respond with one of two things: "Genetics are weird" or "Wonderland genetics".

Hardy is a part of Uma's crew, Quinlynn is a part of Harriet's crew, and Red is a bit of a loner but eventually joins the Badun Detective Agency.

Out of the three siblings, Red is the only one who didn't really mind working at her mother's salon. She hated having her as a teacher, though (they all did).

Hardy (along with the rest of the crew) ends up briefly working at Auradon Prep (because Uma asked him to and he's not saying no to Uma).

Hardy and Quinlynn both avoid getting trapped in Wonderland when their mother took control (when Red was twelve or so) but Red wasn't so lucky.

Hardy hated working at his mother's salon but would do it to keep the peace because he didn't want to deal with another fight.

Quinlynn gave her parents the hardest time, both when it came to working at the salon and at life in general.

Red is the only one who really yearns for her mother's love and approval still. Her siblings both gave up ages ago on that.

Quinlynn and Hardy are both protective of Red.

The three of them get along quite well. As well as siblings can, anyway.

Hart's full name is Prince Hartmann Hardison Hearts of Wonderland. He hates it and refuses to go by anything other than Hardy or Hart, even if it does cause a fight.

Quinlynn's full name is Princess Quinlynn Mirana Hearts of Wonderland. She is the only one who doesn't hate her actual first name.

Red's full name is Princess Róisín Evangeline Hearts of Wonderland. She also refuses to go by her actual name.

Quinlynn, Hardy, and Red all hold varying degrees of resentment towards their father for not protecting them, but none of them outright hate him (they claim to hate their mom, but well...she's their mom and they can't actually bring themselves to hate her).

Hardy taught Red how to do graffiti: Quinlynn pretends that she has no idea this has occurred but she's fully aware and pretends otherwise to keep up appearances as the 'stern older sister'.

Hardy spends as much time as he possibly can on the Lost Revenge without his mother storming over to get him.

Quinlynn became bitter and disillusioned with love because not only did Lil Yaz die before she could tell him how she felt but after she tried moving on with Cheekbones Stabbington, he died too. After losing them, she swore she'd never love again and she might just keep that promise. One might even call her depressed.

Hardy's weapon of choice is a pole axe, Quinlynn's weapon of choice is a Bardiche, and Red's is a flamingo croquet mallet (which her siblings made sure she knew how to use).

[nomoreusername]

Sinners

Pairing:Romantic Sonya x Harriet

Summary:When Harriet tries to tell her religious mother she's with Sonya, it doesn't end well.

“But girls don't like girls?!”

Harriet should have known better than to believe that she would get to be an exception. From youth, her mother had preached that it was a sin, that she was a sin, that the love her heart holds for her Sonya is nothing more than a sin, worthy of being washed away before it dirties her soul.

“I’m a girl, and I like a girl,”She got out, her head held high despite her voice threatening to break.

“Who?!”

The disbelief in her mother's eyes has been replaced with fury, her demeanor turning cold as she tried to recognize the daughter Harriet swore she had always been.

“Sonya.”

There was deafening silence between the two. Harriet’s knees were threatening to give out as he chest ached. The tears she swore she wouldn't cry kept attempting to escape. Despite this, she kept her gaze straight at her mom, at the only living family she had left. Surely, she wouldn't choose to hate her daughter that she had sworn to love until the end of time?

“I’m with Sonya. I have been with her for six months now.”

Her mother stared at the cross behind her, her teeth gritted in anger. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. It could be anybody else's baby but not hers. Her baby was meant to keep going to her college not too far so she could come home and spend time with her and do the same when she got a job. She would meet a nice man there, and they would go on a few dates before she brought him home. He would be respectful and charming. She would be the one to walk her down the aisle, holding her hand as she wore the necklace she was saving just for that day. They would have children which she would come over and watch.

She couldn't understand it. Her child could not be a sinner. Surely not.

“What about my wedding dress?”She asked, not knowing where to start. When she was young, just barely learning to get into her closet, she had asked her mother if she could wear that pretty, white dress one day. Her mother had promised that she would help her do her hair and makeup the day it was time for her to wear it.

“I can still wear it. I would just wear it at a wedding with her,”She promised.

“No.”

“Mom, I-”

“You don't like girl's. You're confused,”She insisted.

“You’ve known Sonya for years now. You’ve seen how close we are. You’ve had to have known on some level that we weren't just friends.”

Yes. She did.

“Lesbians aren't real. You just need help. We’ll find you a nice-”

“Mom-”

“Man who will take good care of you. You’ll-”

“Mom-”

“Live a good life to be proud-”

“Mom-”

“Of. Everything will be-”

“Mama! I’m! Right! Here!”She screamed, her pain traveling through the heavens.

Her mom stopped, staring in shock as she called her what she hadn't called her in years.

Then again, the two haven't talked much. Not for a long time. It's been what seems like centuries since they actually had the bond they once swore was impossible to lose.

“I like girls. I like Sonya. I love her. And one day, I’m gonna get down on one knee, and I’m going to ask her to marry me. And she's going to say yes.”

“I won't allow you to be this way. I won't let you go to hell, Harriet. Sonya either. We’ll call her-”

“Her family knows. They all do.”

Shaking her head, she leaned against the wall as she tried to wake herself up. The family she would see so much, the family that she had allowed her little girl to be around, knew? And they didn't care? They wouldn't try to fix it?

“You're too young to know what you want.”

“But I do. I tried to like boys. I did. I pretended to for years, but that won't make it go away. This part of me is real. I was slow dancing with Minho at prom, but it didn't feel right. Loving a guy doesn't feel right, because it isn't for me. I’m meant to love girls. I was born to love Sonya.”

“You weren't.”

“I tried. I did, but I don't want to anymore. I can't push down and play pretend for the rest of my life to make you happy. Because then I’ll die hating myself. I’ll die unhealed and empty, and I don't want that. If loving girls makes me happy, can't that be enough to make you happy?”She begged.

“But you don't.”

“I do.”

She looked at her child, her lips starting to quiver as her eyes watered. Even so, there was so much rebellion that came from within her soul. There always had been from the second she could crawl.

She knew that if she wanted to ‘heal’ her baby she had to pull drastic measures.

“You aren't leaving this house. You’re going to go upstairs, go to sleep, and we’ll fix you tomorrow. You’ll forget about all of this nonsense. You will never see that girl again.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then, you’ll never be coming back to this house.”

Harriet stood there, waiting for her to take it back. To say that even if she didn't understand yet, she would learn to. To say that she was worth changing her ways for. To say that she would still let her crawl into her bed like she was a kid with a nightmare again and not a college student that had been drifting away from her for years.

Her mom there, waiting for her to take it back. To say that she did know that she just wanted the best for her and would be normal. To say that she knew that her words weren't true and she would go back to who she actually is. To say that she would lay under a blanket fort all night with her the way she used to after she overheard her parents arguing for too many times.

Neither of them did. Neither of them changed their minds. Harriet's heart still knew who she was, and her mother was still not ready to unlearn all that had been told to her.

“Fine. I'm going to Sonya’s,”She accepted, walking past her.

“You’ll be back! When you realize you're wrong, you’ll be right back at my door!”She yelled, following her to the front door.

“Mom, I’m going to get married one day. I am getting married to Sonya,”She recited, turning around to face her. “Will I be doing that in your wedding dress, or will I buy my own?”

“You’ll be marrying in my wedding dress to a nice, young man.”

“Fine. Don't try and contact me. I won't pick up,”She huffed, walking off of the porch to start her journey to Sonya’s home.

To where as far as she knew, was the only true home she had.

[snexy-the-snail]

I love how soft your writing is! Reading one of your stories is like curling up in a blanket :3 I don’t know much about Percy Jackson but I have writing prompt/one shot idea if you’re up to it!

Percy ends up coming down with like the flu or something and Triton, who’s unfamiliar with human sicknesses, ends up freaking out thinking it’s something serious. He has the overwhelming urge to take care of his sick brother, and goes into super soft and gentle big brother mode and ends up nomming him and fussing over his well being. Meanwhile Percy is like “dude I’m not dying I promise” XD

AHHHH Thank you so much!??? ANd ABSOLUTELY I am always up for prompts- 

And yesses this is the easiest because Triton A. doesn’t go on land very often meaning the last time her heard of the flu it was genuinely a huge ass threat, it doesn’t help that Percy can be a big baby about being sick- 

I just love the sea fam all adoring Percy like it’s legit an addiction at this point)) 

Percy groans laying on a bench, sniffling in misery. He hated getting sick, water didn’t technically take it all away even if it did make him feel a little better. Having said that this headache was absolutely killing him. “I’m dying” he whines, scowling when Annabeth laughs lightly, sitting by a tree working on some architect designs. “I told you to go lay in your cabin seaweed brain.” She teases Percy squeezing his eyes shut trying to ignore the scratches of pencil on paper. 

“Ugh but that means leaving you alone.” He grumbles, coughing heavily causing him to groan again. “I need like- like mom’s cookies and some orange juice.” he cracks his eyes open to look at his girlfriend, huffing when she hums not even looking up from her drawing pad. “Do you even care that I’m dying?” 

“You’re WHAT!? Why haven’t you been taking to your healers? Perseus! We talked about caring for yourself!”  

Percy yelps falling off the bench groaning when he hits the ground. “Oh-ah..hey Triton?” He says clearing his throat before practically hacking up a lung. He winces knowing that he wasn’t exactly going to be let out of his brother's sight for a decent time. “Don’t you ‘Hey Triton’ me! You are dying and you’re- UGH You’re infuriating!” Percy isn’t too surprised to feel hands sitting him up, humming at the chill from the god’s hands. He forgot how cold Triton was and it was blissful.  

“I told him to go to the med bay.” Annabeth pipes up, finally looking up from her sketch pad. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Oh. Oh, she had totally planned this hadn’t, see? Staying quiet to keep him complaining- “You’re despicable wise girl.” He hisses out. 

Triton made a noise that Percy knew meant he was about to be totted around like a helpless toddler. “Wait! Wait, I’m not dying I’m actually fine- haha right? Just a little cold right Annabeth?” he hisses out looking pointedly at his girlfriend. He can’t help but relax more as Triton tucks him more against his body, the coolness of the god nearly making him melt. Deep sea coldness was bliss when you were sick, who knew? 

“I don’t know Lord Triton, you heard him, he’s dying.” Annabeth says sweetly, glancing at Percy with a smirk. He groans knowing fully that he is going to be smothered for the next few hours. Triton makes that weird, strangling noise again, causing him to roll his eyes as he was picked up like a tired toddler. It was slightly nice, not that he would ever admit it.  

“Not dying!”  

“You’re practically burning up! Why haven’t you- brother we spoke about this." Triton groans, holding Percy close to his chest. Percy letting out a low breath as his brother started walking towards the water. “Get better soon Percy.” Annabeth calls cheerfully. 

Jerk. He’d get his revenge. 

“The water isn’t gonna help I already tried that.” Percy grumbles closing his eyes as he leans more against his brother. The coolness was combating the fever he had been sporting for a few hours now. He swore it even was making his headache ease up. His nose wrinkles up when Triton stops suddenly causing him to let out a small whine. It was embarrassing being so- well childish near the god, but Triton never seemed to mind. The god let an apologetic murmur out, a hand running through his hair lightly tugging out any tangles. 

“Of course you have... What ails you little brother?”  

“Just the flu” 

Percy yelps when he's suddenly set down, his brother putting his hands on both his cheeks and staring at him intently with horror. “You hAVE WHAT!? Pereus! This is serious! Why haven’t you been in bed or resting- brother why haven’t you come to the palace for our healers!”  

Well..that was new. Percy hadn’t expected Triton to be this worried. “Woah, woah hey! It’s alright I promise I’ve had it before.” He says patting his brother’s hands, holding in a round of coughing. He had a feeling that wouldn’t help his case. “That brings me no comfort little brother. This Influenza is a dangerous matter, I have seen its effects.” Triton’s tone was seriously starting to freak him out. This was as bad as the time he got back from Tartarus. He swore Poseidon hadn’t technically left him alone for a hot second.  

“It’s different now, it's like- ah more inconvenience than anything I promise.” Percy offers his half-brother a reassuring smile, grabbing the God’s hands and taking them from his cheeks. Yeah, no that felt worse- he quickly put his brothers' hands back on his face humming at gentle coolness. “How it is simply an inconvenience if you are positively burning up.” Triton fusses, once again scooping him up into his arms. At this point he was too tired to care and honestly it was nice having someone other than his mother to soothe him. “Don’t take me to dad please I just... I feel like I'd be better up here.” He grumbles instead closing his eyes, 

Triton sighed heavily and they were moving again. The blissful coolness of his brother’s body soothing his fever. He hums quietly pressing closer against his brother, tucking his head in the crook of the god’s neck.  

“You truly have no concept of calling for aid, do you?”  

“It’s just a cold.” 

“And last time it was just a few monsters, or just a nightmare, it’s always just something Perseus.” Triton looks down at him with concern, Percy grimacing and ducking his face further into the crook of his brother’s neck. It was different with his mom; he didn't lie to her per say but..he left a few details out. She wouldn’t understand. Not truly. 

“Because it’s nothing, I can get through it I always do.” He mumbles, relaxing once Triton steps into the cabin. The sea salt air washing over him in a soothing matter. The fountain in the middle expands drastically until it’s more of a small swimming pool. Triton steps in, his arms still wrapping around his body protectively. 

 “You aren’t anymore.” 

That stung. He stays quiet until he dissolves into a wave of coughing, pushing back slightly from Triton, wheezing as he tried to get some air into his lung after the fit. Hands press into his back rubbing soothing circles, his brother murmuring something in Atlantean. “Let us take care of you now that we’re allowed little brother.” Percy bites his lip, trying to sink lower into the water to avoid any eye contact with the God. Allowed too was a funny thought. They hadn’t been allowed too, not at first. Less for Amphitrite and Triton but they hadn’t been his biggest fans until his little trip to Atlantis. Something about him screaming in his sleep and wailing.  

Embarrassing stuff to sum up. Things he had tried so hard to hide from everyone else but for some reason stubbornly came to the surface when at Atlantis. He winces when Triton tilts his chin up forcing him to look into the God’s eyes. He always felt so small in any of the sea family’s presence...didn’t help that half the time they were physically larger.  

“I’m fine Triton, I promise.” He ignores how his voice cracks. Relief floods his system when the god lets an annoyed sigh out before guiding him closer, the water cooling down as he did so. It had no right to feel as good as it did. Percy practically collapsed against his half-brother struggling to keep his eyes open. A hand starts carding through his hair, brushing strands away from his face. “Little brother...you look nowhere near ‘fine’ right now..please cease your stubbornness for even just a minute.”  

He would've stuck his tongue out in protest but being in cool water combined was making him sleepy, not only that he was sure Triton was going to make sure that he stayed laying down. Instead, he stubbornly stayed quiet, keeping his eyes closed as he focused on the blissful chill the water and his brother brought.  

“You’re merely a child...so rest. You’ve done so much for the world, allow yourself to rest little brother.”  

Percy decided to not comment on the fact he was being shifted in a very suspicious manner that most likely meant that Triton was getting to his godly height. He whines when the support shifts from leaning a glint his brother's body to just what he was guessing was his brother’s hand. Ugh that totally meant he was getting one ticket to tummy town then.  

Triton apparently took this as compliance because the next thing he knew he was being lifted up into the air, water trickling down into the fountain turned pool. He lets a tired breath out letting his body be guided, his feet pressing into a chill that started to envelope his body. He cracks his eyes open, huffing as he his legs slowly  

passed between his brother’s teeth. They were less shark like than usual which was odd..ugh he’d ask later his vision was blurring just from thinking now. Lazily he sticks his arms up as Triton swallows firmly his legs being drawn into his throat. A small whine draws from him, Percy a tad surprised to get a croon back. The vibrations tickled him as the noise washed over his senses.  

He closes his eyes against mischievously patting triton’s upper lip, smiling victoriously as he feels it twitch upwards. Ha! At least he wouldn’t have to deal with serious Triton after this whole thing. He lets a breath out mentally preparing himself as Triton swallowed again, the sound rolling over him as he’s sucked inside his brother’s mouth. He knew if he opened his eyes a soft glow would great him but..he couldn’t stand the idea of opening his eyes now.  

Maybe it would be nice to just..rest. The muscles roll over him invitingly pulling his body further down. The rhythmic pulling further relaxed his body. When was the last time this week he had actually gotten rest? If he wasn’t currently being supported by the surrounding environment, he was sure his head would roll to the side. His feet hit open air, and soon he plops inside the larger chamber. A small breath escapes him as his lungs are free from the firm pressure of muscle. It was still gross he decided but...the chill and rippling of plush stomach walls was oddly inviting.  

“Rest little brother, there is no reason for you to not. Your friends and betrothed are safe...there are no fights to be won, just rest.”  

Triton’s voice is soothing like waves on the shore. The image of water gently rolling across the sandy beaches helpfully dancing in his mind. It wasn’t like Triton was wrong either, everyone was at their camps safe..there wasn’t a battle to prepare for it was just...Quiet.  

“She’s, my girlfriend.” He mumbles in protest, scowling when a chuckle slides him around gently in a swaying motion. They had the argument multiple times, and he could practically see the fond smile on Triton’s face. 

“Yes yes, your girlfriend.” His brother appeases him. Percy snorting and leaning against the welcome touch of his brother’s hand through layers of muscle. The familiar circular motion making him hum, trying not to fall asleep right there and then. Things started to blur together, more so when Triton, the bastard, started humming an old Atlantean lullaby that seemed vaguely familiar.  

Oh well sleep would be good for being sick...