#she gets angry whenever she feels like I'm not talking to her in the nicest tone

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Jean, Eula, and Rosaria's S/O being terrible at handling kids

ENOUGH ABOUT CHILDREN'S RIGHTS, IT'S TIME TO TALK ABOUT CHILDREN'S WRONGS Okay before you kill me, that's a joke. This is in regards to a lot of posts of reader usually dealing with kids in a great way like a good dad/mom. So this is for me the folks who have no idea how to interact with kids. Like, I'm talking THIS kinda level of bad with dealing with kids:

Jean has always known how to speak to kids thanks to growing up with Barbara. Though she is usually a bit more formal than she needs to be, every one of the kids thinks she's the nicest lady in Mondstadt.

It warms her heart.

S/O on the other hand always had raspberries blown their way by the kids, even when she's with them.

She's gotten reports of S/O accidentally making kids cry by trying to help. Specifically, there was one child named "Timmie", who S/O accidentally made angry by scaring his pigeons away.

S/O tried to make things better by feeding ducks, but apparently something went terribly wrong which resulted in duck casualties.

Though nothing will top the moment when she was enjoying a date with S/O and had a kid walk up to her and ask:

(Child) "Miss Jean, why are you dating a jerk like S/O?"

Which made her choke on her drink.

She has always thought about having kids herself when things settled down, but clearly S/O needed to learn how to not provoke them.

Even if it was accidental.

Despite the adults disliking Eula, many children adored her. Something she was surprised by herself.

That being said, many approved of her but not S/O.

Apparently they just didn't like S/O...That was it. Not really a reason beyond that. Well, at least she could understand that feeling.

She can't help but feel bad for S/O everytime she witnesses it.

(Child) "We dropped our ball!"

(Eula) "Ah, one moment-"

S/O picked up the ball and was prepared to throw it back to them.

(S/O) "Here you go!"

(Child) "...Uh, that's okay. You can keep it Miss Eula. Come on, let's go!"

The kids looked disgusted by S/O's presence and quickly ran off, making Eula look sympathetically at them.

(Eula) "...I suppose we do need to balance each other out since we're both hated by one half of Mondstadt..."

Rosaria wasn't great with kids herself. Her resting face was enough to make them flee in terror.

That's probably for the best, considering her true line of work. Besides, there was much better sisters to talk to the little tykes anyway.

That being said, she finds it hilarious how much kids seem to hate S/O. They always seem to scowl at them whenever they pass by and are called things like "poopybutt".

Rosaria finds it doubly hilarious whenever S/O attempts to calm them, they end up making them even more upset by having them stomp off and getting glares from nearby sisters.

Best of all, she didn't even have the reputation S/O does among the kids of Mondstadt.

(Rosaria) "Jeez, what'd you do to piss them off?"

[schoolbusgraveyard]

I'm asking this on behalf of a friend, and his question still made me curious xd

How do you think everyone would react if Taylor, the nicest and kindest of the group, suddenly had a huge outburst of anger?

(First of all, it would scare me, it's one thing to see Logan, but he was already tired of Barron's abuse, but Taylor?)

Oh, I think that would actually be terrifying. Taylor, who has pretty much always been really kind, sweet, and supportive? We know she has the capacity to be angry and aggressive, she even says in the alley, "I'm not usually that violent...", but that was because of a mix of phantom influence and the situation in-general--to have an angry outburst towards her friends, people who she's only treated softly? It would be terrifying.

I also think that, depending on the situation, that she might be a bit of an angry-crier.

Ashlyn: I think she would freeze. Flinch maybe if Taylor yelled loud enough (aside from her noise sensitivity, she doesn't seem like someone that would be acclimated to angry yelling). She's never had to deal with anyone's emotions but her own until she met the others. Depending on where we look at Ashlyn in the comic, I think she could either lash out on accident (stemming from being overwhelmed and confused), or she could go quiet, and ask what happened to make her that mad. I don't think she would know how to handle the situation very well regardless. Not for a lack of trying, but I think that she would struggle really bad to figure out just how to calm Taylor down in the moment. I do think that she would try to target the problem, what made Taylor angry in the first place, though.

Aiden: I think he's got rejection sensitivity dysphoria stemming from his ADHD something fierce, honestly--you saw how he looked whenever Ashlyn snapped at him? I think it would be similar to that for a second, but I also think, if he could shake that hurt feeling off, he would take a similar path to how he helps Ben out when Ben gets triggered. First, by helping Taylor get away from whatever it is that's causing her to be angry--something we see him do and offer at least once. I think he would try to get her somewhere she could get fresh air if they were inside, maybe sit on the porch or on the sidewalk away from everything for a few minutes. If she needed to talk or rant, he would listen. Offer to let her throw things if she needed (there's bound to be some kind of ball somewhere near that she can just throw at a tree, right?).

Ben: Ben... Doesn't do good with anger, really. He's usually removed from situations where angry emotions run high, or there's usually an attempt to remove him. We see him try to do what's best for her in the hospital, help the others stop her from running to Tyler (which would get them kicked out, and that would ultimately be worse). I think he would be scared and confused to hell and back, considering how much support she's always offered him, but he would try. He cares about her, he wouldn't want to abandon her. I think he's also probably working through his own past anger still, but has heard repeatedly "anger is a secondary emotion". He knows she's mad, but why? I think he would try to get her attention, and offer a distraction. Music is something that helps him a lot, and it's something she's shared with him before to help soothe him. He might offer her one or even both earbuds, and sit with her while she calms down, maybe offer a hug. When she's less angry, I think he would ask if she wanted to talk about it.

Tyler: That's his sister; he's seen her go through hell repeatedly. I don't think it would surprise him much at all to see her actually express anger and rage. I think he would also know that her anger comes from grief, being stressed, or something else. He sucks at handling his own feelings, but I think if he saw her angry, he would swallow whatever negative feelings he had going on and try to get her somewhere she felt safe/comfortable. Get her whatever she needed. Let her yell. If it was something that was bothering him, too, then he might go back-and-forth with her for a minute, both of them complaining and expressing their frustrations at whatever is going on, but I do think that he would focus on letting her get those feelings out first.

Logan: Honestly, I'm having a hard time with thinking of how he would react. I think he would try to be simultaneously empathetic but also try to rationalize with her--which can go... Either good or bad, depending on the situation and who you're talking to. I don't think it would go over too well with Taylor in most cases, and he would just make the situation worse for a second before apologizing and changing his strategy to reassuring her.

[random-nerd-posts]

I wrote a snippet for my story instead of homework!

But I'm going to do a read more line cause Ambrosius is trans, and his mom, who I named after J.K. Rowling, dead names him and is super racist. Todd also pops up and is still super punchable, but he's actually kind of good in this bit because Joanne is so much worse.

Ambrosius sat in the hallway of the hospital, his skin felt hot. His vision got blurry as he tried to blink away the tears. Ballister has to go do something at work, so he couldn’t be at the checkup. Nimona, well, the hospital was not the nicest to her. So, he called his dad, and his mom found out.

His mom, Joanne Goldenloin found out her trans son was pregnant at the appointment.

“So, when will Naomi be due?” Joanne asked, her step peppy. Her husband, Henry, just looked at Ambrosius with sad eyes. “I know she’s going through a long phase, but honestly, all kids do.”

“He, Joanne, is sitting right there. Maybe ask Ambrosius when his due date will be. And for Gloreth’s sake, will you show him some respect?” Henry asked.

“Dad,” Ambrosius muttered, “it’s fine. I’m just ready for the results and going home.”

“Oh, but Naomi,” Ambrosius flinched at the loud high pitched perky noise his mother made whenever she purposely dead named him in public, like she was correcting his bad behavior. “Wouldn’t it be better if you and your child were raised in a proper household? And away from that commoner?”

“Mom,” Ambrosius glared. “That ‘commoner’ is the father of my baby. And the father’s name is Ballister. I love him, and he respects me. He gets things that are difficult, you are making things worse right now, more than anything else.”

“Well,” Joanne beamed. “We will just have to raise the commoner out of the baby, won’t we?”

“Oh my, just, just stop talking,” Ambrosius hissed as he turned and stormed away. He ignores his mom’s “But Naomi,” screams until he runs face first into someone. Looking up did little to ease his anger.

“Ambrosius, or should I say,” Todd smirked.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Thoddius,” Ambrosius hissed, breathing in shakily as his eyes water more. “I can only deal with so many bigoted assholes in a day.”

“I honestly heard your mom from down the hall while the doctor was checking out my cast,” Todd responded. His posture eased up a bit seeing the red rage radiating from a slightly pudgy Ambrosius. “And seeing you this angry, once, was enough in school, so this is my ticket to get you out of here so I don’t become a punching bag because of someone else. Besides, your mom likes to hear me talk.”

“I’ve noticed,” Ambrosius mutters, wiping his eyes. “Also, why do you still have the cast?”

“Uh, cause you fucked it up good, dude. Anyway, go before you lose your moment to escape,” Todd waved. “Joanne, hey, how’s the lady of the hour?”

Ambrosius gathered his breath, feeling a hand rubbing on his back, looking to the left slightly, he saw his dad. “I’m sorry, I tried to leave her home, but she insisted. Let's get you some fresh air, son.”

[a-student-out-of-time]

Like I'm pretty sure that SDRA2 tells that in killing game you should trust nobody think about that. Kokoro end up trusting Teruya that he protect her but he mess up and she died. Setsuka end up trusting Hibiki and her sister and end up dying. Shinju was one of characters who says that they need trust each other end up be a tool that Nikea used for his plan. And Syobai survives who was isolated and trust nobody and he survivor unlike people who trust in someone.

//I think you're misunderstanding the real issues here. One, this is a terrible message in general because you can't get through any sort of game like this without trusting someone.

//Two, LINUJ absolutely has this very cynical perspective on human nature, but it feels incredibly selective and haphazardly applied. For example:

He's talked about how he created Kizuna to be the most hateable character in DRA and someone you'd want to suffer the worst death, yet he gives her some very sympathetic moments and backstory elements that show there's depth to her behavior. Everything about her sudden turn to murder doesn't feel like she's showing her true colors, but a contrived turn out of left field to make her a villain because that was the plan.

He'll talk constantly about how we should hold characters accountable for their actions and how no element of their backstory makes what they do okay. And he'll say this no matter how much those characters clearly show compassion, camaraderie, regret, guilt, sorrow, or how tragic their backstories are. He has this weird habit of giving them understandable backstories, but instead of using them to contextualize behavior or provide some sympathy, it's like he tells the audience "No, you can't agree with them, they're bad people."

Despite that, when Sora deliberately tries to save Yuki's life by using an unconscious Nikei's hand to injure Shinji, he was baffled and hurt that a lot of people were angry at her, when he felt she deserved sympathy for that. Honestly pretty hypocritical there, ngl.

When his characters aren't regressing as people or dying, they're just stagnant. Iroha doesn't undergo any kind of growth in this game, and her true colors turn out to be those of a self-centered coward. It honestly gets pretty insufferable, yet he hasn't really had a bad word to say about her.

He also has this uncomfortable desire to see the nicest and kindest characters suffer the worst deaths, and for no other reason than its emotional impact on the audience. Yet he's also sad that he did it and wishes it didn't have to be like that?

Third, your points don't make any sense within the story's logic:

Syobai does not survive because he "doesn't trust anyone." He survives because he has literal cheat codes and can leave the simulation whenever he wants. Plus, as a Broker, he makes deals with people, and deals require trust. He even made a deal with Emma and only broke it when it was clear his life would be in danger if he still upheld it.

Kokoro died not because she made a mistake trusting Teruya, but because she made the absolutely boneheaded decision to confront Emma about her status as a Void and her abusive father without any protection at her side. Bringing Teruya with her would not have been hard at all.

Setsuka's death happened because Kanade is a jealous clingy freak, and also because she read ahead in the script. Hibiki didn't betray Setsuka, she was in her puppet state and couldn't act on her own at the time, having no conscious awareness of her actions.

The closest you could really say was genuine betrayal was from Nikei, but that had nothing to do with Shinji. It was because Nikei wanted to ruin Mikado's plans out of petty spite, and that meant hurting Yuki by getting him to kill the guy who was there for him the entire game.

//Moreover, SDRA2's themes are so weakly-presented and executed that any messages you take away from this game feel accidental at best. Yes, it's the conclusion of the Another series' story, but there's no obvious exploration of themes or ideas in place, so I really can't say LINUJ had an aesop he wanted to share with us.

//So, no, it isn't saying anything about trust or betrayal. It's not saying much of anything beyond "Let's watch Yuki Maeda suffer for 6 chapters."

//LINUJ is capable of good ideas, but he has this very bad habit of failing to take advantage of them, undercutting them or throwing them out in favor of bad ones instead.

[ftm-radio]

tw: transphobia, aphobia

I was really close with a friend and then I came out to her as transmasc. She made me promise I wouldn't transition and refused to respect my pronouns, misgendering me at every turn. She listened to every transphobe, agreeing wholeheartedly with healthcare for trans people being banned and trans people being forced out of society. She was "uncomfortable" with me mentioning trans stuff and made me stop talking about that altogether. I hoped it was just shock and she would change.

I came out to her as aroace and she decided it was time to tell me about how I'm "going against my natural predisposition" and I "need to find out whats wrong and get treatment" all the while saying she wasn't trying to invalidate me. I'm just so lost and broken right now.

The worst part is, she's the nicest anyone is about this around me. Mum's a billion times worse, going on about how I need to "get married and have kids" and that I'm broken and need to get fixed.

I'm so done with everything now. I hate my life and every part of it.

Sorry about this. I guess I just wanted to vent to someone. Sorry for wasting your time on this.

anon, please don't think that you're wasting my or anybody else's time by reaching out. never think that. you are not a waste of time or space, and you are allowed to seek help and comfort whenever you need it. fuck whoever told you or made you feel otherwise. 🖤

I am so so sorry that your "friend" and the other people in your life are mistreating you like this.

you deserve better. you are not broken, you do not need to be fixed. nobody else can tell you what is "natural" for you, and they cannot dictate who you are.

if that absolute trashbag of a person claims to be your friend, she should have been supportive and accepting of you from the beginning, but she obviously isn't. you say that she treats you the best out of everyone in your life, and that thought honestly horrifies me. it makes me so deeply angry on your behalf, because the behavior you have described is vile. she sounds like a terrible person to be around, and if I were you I would stay away as much as you can.

It breaks my heart that I can't just snap my fingers and fix this for you. I can't magically pull people's heads outta their asses and make them decent folk. If I could, I would do that for you in a fucking instant, a hundred times over.

because you deserve a life that feels livable. you deserve to have people around you that see you and accept you.

I am so sorry and I am so mad that you don't have that right now.

I know that all I can offer you are words on a screen, but I hope you can take them and have some comfort. it won't always be like this. getting through it won't be easy, but someday you will be away from these people and you will have better people in your life. you have to believe that for yourself, so you can make it happen.

the people in your life right now don't want you to be happy. they'd rather you be miserable than be different than them, and I don't know about you, but I want them to be fucking disappointed. don't let them make you feel bad and lost and hopeless and like you want to give up. be upset, be sad, but most importantly be angry. be furious. be defiant.

stand your ground and keep your chin up, because your new mission in life, should you choose to accept it (and I really hope you do), is to be yourself and be happy, even if it's just to spite those assholes. even if you have to bide your time and wait it out. one day, they won't be able to stop you. one day, you're gonna be free, and they can die mad about it.

[malfoyslovies]

heather - draco malfoy

Pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N wishes she were the girl Draco fell in love with.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst, self-doubting

A/N: this is a lyric fic based off the song “Heather” by Conan Gray—lyrics are in bold italics. also there’s no dialogue lol.

(not my gif)

i still remember

third of december

me in your sweater

you said it looked better

on me, than it did you

You sat alone in your common room, reminiscing about a day in December; a day you spent with Draco.

It was a good day. A day spent by the frozen-over Black Lake—him giving you his green polyester sweater, the two of you running around like idiots in the snow, neither of you having a care in the world. It wasn't a date, though. It was merely a day—just like any other day—that allowed you to spend some time with your friend.

You and Draco were friends. That's it. Of course, you wanted to be more. But Draco never knew, and now it was too late.

Now, he was in love with her.

only if you knew

how much i liked you

but i watch your eyes

as she walks by

You wish Draco knew of your abiding love for him. You wish he knew how you would literally die for him. You wish he knew how you would give anything and everything just for him to be happy.

He was happy with her, though. And you knew it was incredibly selfish, but you wished he was happy with you instead.

God, you just wished he knew.

what a sight for sore eyes

brighter than a blue sky

she's got you mesmerized

while i die

It was the girl Draco couldn't keep his eyes off of. You always noticed the looks they gave each other—how Draco subconsciously smiled in content whenever she laughed. You saw how much chemistry they had. Everyone saw. The two lovesick teens were the talk of the school.

You hated how you always got that sick feeling in your stomach whenever you overheard people taking about them. You didn't want to admit it was jealousy. You didn't want to be that kind of person.

But fuck, you just couldn't help it.

why would you ever kiss me

i'm not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater

it's just polyester

The girl had Draco's green sweater draped over her shoulders—the same sweater that you had borrowed on that memorable day in December. You still remembered exactly how it felt on your skin, how warm it made you feel in contrast to the cold temperature the air was on that particular day. You remembered how Draco had lent it to you without a second thought, gently placing it on your shoulders with a warm smile on his charming face as soft giggles escaped from both of your mouths.

Now, it was her shoulders he had placed the sweater on, the same smile on his face as they both giggled, just as you two had. Except this time, he had placed a chaste kiss upon her lips.

Now, you felt cold again. But this time, it was a different type of cold. It was a deeper, metaphorical type of cold.

It was like ice water had flooded your brain, spreading to your torso and limbs and then wrapping around your heart until you were left with no mercy.

Now, you were sure you had lost him to her.

but you like her better

wish i were heather

Her name was Astoria Greengrass. She was a gorgeous Slytherin who was at the top of her class, both her beauty and her grades incomparable. Any guy would be crazy not to fall for her.

watch as she stands

with her holding your hand

put your arm 'round her shoulder

now i'm getting colder

You picked at your food with your fork, a lump in your throat as you watched Draco put an arm around her shoulders. She smiled big and rested her head on his shoulder before he kissed her forehead affectionately.

He was so affectionate with her, it was funny. You never thought Draco would show his vulnerable side in front of anyone other than you. But now, with her, he had no qualms with expressing vulnerability in front of the entire Great Hall.

And now you felt as cold as ever. You still felt the ghost of Draco's arm around your own shoulders. You could still hear the sound of him laughing at your pathetic attempts at cracking jokes. You could still see him smiling adorably at the subtle compliments you would give him, to which he would reply by complimenting you back.

You had realized that none of that meant anything to him anymore.

Or maybe he just never cared in the first place.

but how could i hate her

she's such an angel

but then again

kinda wish she were dead

How could you hate her? She was one of the nicest people at Hogwarts. She was selfless. She was intelligent. She would do anything and everything for the people she cared about, while also keeping the sarcasm trait of a Slytherin. She was an angel. It was impossible to hate her.

But then again, you kind of wished she were dead. It was awful, you knew, but you wanted to hurt her. You wanted her to feel the pain you felt. You wanted her erased from Draco's memory.

But Draco was happy with her, and Draco's happiness mattered most to you.

Even if it hurt like hell.

as she walks by

what a sight for sore eyes

brighter than a blue sky

she's got you mesmerized

while i die

Whenever you complained to your parents about something, they'd say, "Life isn't fair, darling." You’d always thought the saying was so simple and boring and overused, and that people just said it when they didn't have any good advice to give. You didn't think it held any deep meaning.

But now, it somehow did.

why would you ever kiss me

i'm not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater

it's just polyester

You were stupid to think Draco would ever kiss you, that he would ever look at you with heart eyes, that he would ever love you in more than just a platonic way.

Perhaps if you had confessed your feelings sooner, before Astoria came along, Draco might've told you he felt the same. You could've been happy by now. But none of that happened, because life isn’t fair.

but you like her better

i wish i were heather

You knew she didn't mean any harm, but you felt astonishingly angry at her. Not only did she take the boy you loved from you, she took your best friend. It was as if Draco didn't have time for you anymore. You barely talked. Hell, he barely even spared you a glance anymore.

And you had no one to talk to about it. It was actually quite ironic. He used to be the person you would talk to about everything. He used to listen to you rant, or let you cry on his shoulder as he comforted you until you were smiling again.

But nothing lasts forever.

why would you ever kiss me

i'm not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater

it's just polyester

You looked at yourself in the mirror, pointing out everything you didn't have that Astoria did. Perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. Perfect hair.

And Draco.

She had Draco, and you didn't.

but you like her better

wish i were

And you thought to yourself,

I wish I were Astoria.

[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 3

Percy's POV

Confession time: I ditch Grover as soon as we get to the bus terminal.

I know, I know. It was rude. But Grover is kinda freaking me out, looking at me like I am a dead man, muttering, "Why does this always happen?" and "Why does it always have to be the sixth grade?"

Whenever he gets upset, Grover's bladder acts up, so I'm not surprised when, as soon as we get off the bus, he makes me promise to wait for him, then makes a beeline for the restroom. Instead of waiting, I get my suitcase, slip outside, and catch the first taxi uptown.

"East One-hundred-and-forth and First," I tell the driver.

A word about my mother, before you meet her.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she's the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck. Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

The only good break she ever got was meeting mine and (Y/n)'s dad.

We didn't have any memories of him, just this warm sort of glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile. Our mom doesn't like to talk about him because it makes her sad; she has no pictures.

See, they weren't married. She told us he was rich and important, and their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Lost at sea, my mom had told us. Not dead. Lost at sea.

She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her high school diploma, and raised me and my twin on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once. But I knew I wasn't an easy kid.

Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colors as a world-class jerk. When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. The guy reeked like moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.

Between the two of us, we made my mom's life pretty hard. The way Smelly Gabe treated her, the way he and I got along...well, when I came home is a good example.

I walk into our little apartment, hoping my mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN. Chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's Mom and (Y/n)?" I wonder aloud.

"Your mom's working," he says. "You got any cash?"

That was it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

"I don't have any cash," I toll him.

"Here," comes a voice, holding out a ten to the man.

Instantly, a smile sneaks its way onto my face.

"Hey, Perc," my twin sister says with a smile.

(Y/n)'s POV

I grab my brother's suitcase and carry it into his room; I set it down on the bed.

"You wanna come sit in my room?" I ask and Percy nods, a smile still on his face.

I lead the way to my room and when I open the door, Percy sinks into my desk chair.

"Percy?" comes our mom's voice.

She opens my bedroom door.

Our mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change color in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She's got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it's like she's seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Percy or Gabe.

"Oh, Percy," she hugs her son tightly. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas.

Percy's POV

Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She'd brought me a huge bag of "free samples," the way she always did when I came home.

We sit together on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed. While I attack the blueberry sour strings, (Y/n) stealing a few pieces of candy from the bag, Mom runs her hand through my hair and demands to know everything I hadn't put in my letters. She doesn't mention anything about my getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing all right? The whole time, (Y/n)'s eyes were sparkling with amusement.

I tell Mom she is smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her and (Y/n).

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?"

I grit my teeth.

My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should've been married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake, I try to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I tell her I'm not too down about the expulsion. I'd lasted almost the whole year this time. I'd made some new friends. I'd done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn't been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convince myself. I start choking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

Until that trip to the museum...

"What?" my mom asks. Her and my sister's eyes tug at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. "Did something scare you?"

"No, Mom."

I feel back for lying. I want to tell her about Mrs. Dodds and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I think it'd sound stupid.

Mom purses her lips. Both she and (Y/n) could tell I was holding back, but neither push me.

(Y/n)'s POV

"I have a surprise for both of you," Mom says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin."

"When?" I ask excitedly.

Mom smiles. "As soon as I get changed."

I can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in my doorway and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

"I've got it," I offer, rising from the bed and walking out into the kitchen to make the dip for Mom.

An hour later, we are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch me and Percy lug Mom's bags to the car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her cooking - and most importantly, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, you two," he warns us as I load the last bag. "Not one little scratch."

Like we'd be the ones driving. We're twelve. But that didn't matter to Gabe. If a seagull so much as pooped on his paint job, he'd find a way to blame us.

We get into the Camero, me in the passenger's seat, and Percy in the back.

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of the Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half-sunken into the dunes. There is always sand in the sheets and spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

Percy and I love the place.

We'd been going there since Percy and I were babies. Our mom had been going even longer. She never exactly said, but I knew why the beach was special to her. It was the place she'd met mine and Percy's dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turning the color of the sea.

We arrive at the cabin, open all the cabin windows, and go through our usual cleaning routine. We walk on the beach, feed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and much on jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work.

I guess I should explain the blue food.

See, Gabe had once told Mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a small thing at the time. But ever since, Mom had gone out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - alone with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - was proof that she wasn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells us stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write when she gets enough money to quit the candy shop.

Finally, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what was always on our minds when we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure that she was going to tell us the same things she always said, but neither Percy and I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom says. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, two. You have his black hair, you know, Percy, and you both have his green eyes."

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you, Percy, (Y/n). He would be so proud."

Percy's POV

I wondered how she could say that. What's so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of the school for the sixth time in six years.

"How old were we?" I ask. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But...he knew us as a baby."

"No, honey. He knew I was expecting twins, but he never saw you two. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow. A smile.

(Y/n) and I had always assumed that he had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, we'd always felt it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I realize I feel angry at my father. Maybe it was stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom. He'd left us, and now we are stuck with Smelly Gable.

"Are you sending me away again?" I ask her. "To another boarding school."

She pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey." Mom's voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. (Y/n) bows her head, looking at the ground and Mom's eyes well with tears.

Mom takes my hand and squeezes it tight. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

Her words remind me of what Mr. Brunner had said - that it was best for me to leave Yancy.

"Because I'm not normal," I say.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, Percy. But you don't realize how important you are. I thought Yancy Academy would be far enough away. I thought you'd finally be safe.

"Safe from what?"

She meets my eyes, and a flood of memories comes back to me - all the weird, scary things that had ever happened to me and (Y/n), some of which we'd tried to forget.

During third grade, a man in a black trench coat had stalked us on the playground. When the teachers threatened to call the police, he went away growling, but no one believed (Y/n) when she'd told them that under his broad-brimmed hat, the man only had one eye, right in the middle of his head.

Before that—a really early memory. I was in preschool, and a teacher accidentally put me down for a nap in a cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I'd somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

In every single school, something creepy had happened, something unsafe, and I was forced to move.

I know I should tell my mom about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodds at the art museum, about my weird hallucination that I had sliced my math teacher into dust with a sword. But I can't make myself tell her. I have a strange feeling the news would end our trip to Montauk, and I don't want that.

"I've tried to keep you as close to me as I could," my mom says. "They told me that was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy—the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just...I just can't stand to do it."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask, a little confused.

"Not a school," she says softly. "A summer camp."

My head starts spinning. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around long enough to see me and Percy be born - talk about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," she said, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I—I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying good-bye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp.

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression that if either of us ask her any more questions, she would start to cry.

I have a weird, vivid dream. It is storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse, and a golden eagle are trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swoops down and slashes the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse rears up and kicks at the eagle's wings. As they fight, the ground rumbles and a monstrous voice chuckles somewhere and beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder.

I run towards them, knowing I have to stop them from killing each other, but I am running in slow motion. I know I am too late. I see the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I scream, No!

I wake with a start.

Outside, it really is storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There is no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom and Percy wake. Mom sits up, eyes wide, and says, "Hurricane."

I know that's crazy. Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seems to have forgotten. Over the roar of the wind, I hear a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that makes my hair stand on end.

Percy's POV

Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice - someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mother springs out of bed in her nightgown and throws open the lock.

Grover stands framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he isn't . . . he isn't exactly Grover.

"Searching all night," he gasps. "What were you thinking?"

My mother looks at me in terror - not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come.

"Percy," she says, having to shout to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

I am frozen, looking at Grover. I can't understand what I'm seeing, and I see (Y/n) looking at my friend.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yells. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

I am too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I am too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover doesn't have pants on - and where his legs should be . . . where his legs should be . . .

Mom looks at me sternly and talks in a tone she'd never used before, and (Y/n) flinches: "Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammer something about the old ladies at the fruit stand and Mrs. Dodds, and my mom stares at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabs her purse, tosses me and (Y/n) our rain jackets, and says, "Get the car. All three of you. Go!"

Grover runs for the Camero - but he isn't running, exactly. He is trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs makes sense to me. I understand how he can run so fast and still limp when he walks.

Because where his feet should be, there are no feet. There are cloven hooves.

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[merry-andrews]

Omg! Morbell?!! Score!! Lil cute micah with dem flowers, ugh my heart❤️🐁🐀💋. Also would Micah and Arthur do pranks och play wrestle with each other? I could totally see this happen, also marry me love/ Shy Joey

OH MY GOD!!!!!! MY FIRST MORBELL ASK I'M JUST...😭😭😭 THANK YOU SWEET ANON!!!! I want to kiss you hard on lips right now!😆 you just made my day!💕💕💕(I started dancing when I saw this ask in my inbox, I'm just..soo sooo thrilled!!)

Thank you! I'm happy you liked my little drabble! The idea of Micah giving Arthur lovely flowers was just too cute so!😆 I 'had to' draw it, yup.

They have a prank and then they start wrestling? That's a very cool idea! Ok so now imagine this, they wrestle until Micah can take upper hand, pins Arthur down while he straddles his thighs, licks his lips with a proud smirk on his dust-covered face "I win, cowpoke...I always win" they both are panting. Their clothes are dusty. They're kinda dirty but Arthur's eyes still shine when he looks up to Micah. Will mirror Micah's smirk with a huff. They keep eye contact until Arthur tries to roll out from Micah's grip on him but Micah would clinch to his shirt tighter "and..for my prize", brings his head closer to kiss on Arthur's lips cus he suddenly feels too affection when other outlaw just pushes him back playfully. He's blushing "let me up, you fool! Gonna get clean firs_" Micah presses back, pushes his lips hard on Arthur's. His laugh muffled, Arthur's arms come up to wrap around him when he kisses Micah back with same vigor. They stay laying on the ground just kissing for a while..

Marry me? Yes yes yes!!!! God! I have many many many many imagination about how their 'marry me' is going to be so!😂 (and I also headcanon it Micah asks Arthur to marry him 'whenever' they're in bed in the heat of the moment..?)

Marriage proposal is going to be a bit 'hard'. Because both sides don't know how to start asking it so! They both buy rings for eachother without letting 'other one' know😆. This isn't like Valentine's gift that you just go, pick your lover's fave flowers so Micah would seek totally all jewelry stores in Saint Denis(because that's a big city and you can always find the nicest things over there!😁) to find a special ring but no.. he can't find it. the ring he wants for Arthur should be the best ring between all, he also can't decide between 'diamond' or 'azure' too.

He soon gets frustrated. Gets back to camp with a grumpy face. Goes straight to sit between some bushes with a whiskey bottle in hand, mind still busy with that ring he wants to give to Arthur when someone's voice startles him

"you there!"

He comes out of his hiding just to see Mrs. Adler on guard duty, pointing a gun at him. She lowers the gun when she sees it's Micah, puts her free hand on her hip.

"Bell? You're really lucky I don't feel too well today to shoot you right now" Sadie huffs. Then she gets curious, worried when she gets abit closer to Micah to see his face better. His mind still thinking desperately over ring and it must be shown on his face too because Saddie asks "something happened to Arthur?!?"

Micah narrows his eyes "what? No! I'm ju_"

"I swear Micah! If anything happened for Arthur.." she raises her fist with a threating face_

"I just can't find a ring for him!"

Micah explain fastly, his holds hands in surrounding gesture and takes a step back from Sadie.

"...you what?"

Sadie laughs while Micah blushes. He pouts and puts an angry face but Sadie talks without giving him a chance to react "just go to a shop and buy him a ring that...makes you think about Arthur!" her expression is soft now, though a smirk is still hanging on her lips.

"And another thing" she says when Micah turns to leave, Sadie's suggestion wasn't exactly what he wants to do but he got some ideas.

"Make it special for him. Take him out for a drink or..maybe take him to some lovely place? I'm sure Arthur would like a small trip too"

Micah was about to snap 'I don't need your advice!' But instead he just nods once, tips his hat toward Sadie then he walks aways.

Micah leaves the camp to find a ring. Riding back all way to Saint Denis, 'buying a ring' process takes more than three hours but when he left the story, he's satisfied. Makes sure that little velvet box is secure enough in his pocket(he even wrapped it in a cloth carefully) before he mounts Baylock, returning to camp.

Thinking all the way just about 'Arthur'. He doesn't want to accept but actually short talk with Saddie helped him a lot, he plans on taking Arthur to a lovely place near seashore..or maybe taking Arthur to that meadow around Strawberry that he's too fond of? Taking a week break from the camp for spending in a decent hotel in Valentine with Arthur sounds nice too..

It's midnight when he rides past trees toward their camp. He dismounts, quietly hitches Baylock_

"Where were you?!"

A firm hand on his shoulder turns him suddenly to face an angry Arthur. "I was worried! You could at least tell me you're going to stay late out of the camp for tonight!" Micah smiles that only causes Arthur's frown deeper. "Sorry, sweetheart" kisses that same hand on his shoulder "was in the town, taking care of...some jobs" he then sidles up to Arthur's side, wrap a hand around his waist. Arthur rolls his eyes when Micah says "I can make it up to you.."

"you're a moron!"

Micah chuckles "now don't be like that with me, cowpoke. I said I'm sorry"

he turns Arthur's face gingerly to kiss his lips. They walk toward their shared tent.

"..you really stayed up waiting on me?"

"Shut up" whispers Arthur with a smile he tries to hide but fails, even blushes a bit and Micah falls more in love with him.

"Next time you go out, you're going to let me know exactly where you go" Arthur says as he yanks his boots off. A hand fiddling with his bandanna at the same time. Micah finishes undressing, he pulls Arthur closer to help him out of his blue shirt.

"Bossy, ain't we?" Micah grins when Arthur gives him a look. Micah kisses on his nose.

Arthur yawns, he hugs Micah when both lay on the blankets. Nuzzles in Micah's neck and they sleep like that.

It takes near two days for Micah to finally gathers enough courage to go, ask Arthur to spend some time with him away from camp. He has doubts on 'what if he says no?!?'

"Arthur"

Micah approaches Arthur while he's choping woods for campfire. He stops working when he sees Micah. A bright smile on his face.

"I..I was wondering.. say, what you think of spending some time alone together? Just you 'n' me, sweetheart" he tries a nervous smile. Heart beating fast in his chest. Arthur quirks an eyebrow, he offers a teasing smile "don't we get 'enough' free times here and there?" Their shared moments when they kiss or secretly touch eachother behind tents or between trees. Micah blushes. Stumbles on his thoughts "no! Like.. getting out of here. Together!for a few days or more, setting a tent under damn night sky or going to a goddamn hotel or..uh.."

Arthur's chuckles "like a honeymoon?"

God, Micah swears Arthur's just making this harder for him to say.

"I say yes! That..really sounds nice, Micah" Micah released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Arthur leans in to kiss his cheek "a hotel then. I'll appreciate a nice meal with hotbath"

They pack some of their clothes and other things that Arthur thinks they may need. Micah's hand brushes on small box in his pocket from time to time when they arrive at Strawberry hotel. Arthur likes this place.

Days passed, they went for a short picnic to lavender meadow, had breakfasts on the balcony with waterfall view, walked under night sky hand in hand over Starwberry's wooden bridge, and other things that Micah never thought one day he actually would enjoy doing them. The last day of their little vacation, the pair decided to just spend all day soaking in hot tub with flowers perfume around them. There were even candles and wine for them too.

"I'm gonna miss this place.." Arthur sighs, he leans back on Micah's arm. Micah rubs on his shoulders, kissing his ear then whispering "we can always come back" he smiles in Arthur's hair "I can take you to other interesting places too, sweetheart"

Arthur humms, he turns to face Micah. Takes sponge and starts washing Micah's chest. Fingers lingering to trace on knife scars on Micah's chest. Micah swallows, is it the right time for proposal? He mentaly kicks himself once he thinks of it, maybe other time..? Arthur's eyes move to Micah's face.

"You're thinking again" he says.

"Uh.."

"Just say it, Micah" Arthur stops washing him. Water sloshes around them as Arthur leans back waiting for Micah to speak.

Micah decides 'now or never' then.. "will you marry me, cowpoke?"

Arthur shakes his head with a smile "you always ask me this whenever we're in bed"

"It's not like that!" Micah can feel his face getting hot "I_I.. wait!" Arthur starts laughing when he quickly stands, goes to fetch the small box from his vest's pocket. He kneels beside hot tub with a box in his hand and totally naked.

"Will you marry me, Arthur?" He offers the ring with a wide grin. The situation can't get more ridiculous than what it already is, him naked, wet and kneeling in front of an equally naked Morgan sitting in hottub but Micah's just thankful he 'finally' did it. Arthur is silent for a moment, eyes locking on the ring ".Micah.." he reaches forward. Hand tracing on blue stone sitting on a flourish golden ring beautifully. The ring has lovely vine engraving on it too.

"It's real pretty.." He says in awe. Micah licks his lips nervously, lets out a chuckle.

"Well then..what do you say?"

Arthur slips the ring on his finger, takes a moment to appreciate it before taking Micah's face in both hands, softly. drags him in slowly for a kiss. Wears a smug face "like you don't know. My answer is always 'yes'!" Micah grins widely before they kiss.

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I was about to answer in short sentences but instead i ended up writing a complete fic. I guess 'marry me' just got me too motivated for making morbell😅 i hope you like it dear anon⚘

[watchinglikeafangirl]

Kiss Me Again - first reactions

Out of boredom, I started watching Kiss Me Again also because I've already watched Dark Blue Kiss. I saw many people saying both shows should be seen as two seperable things because some important details got lost on the way of making spin-off.

Let's see how much of a difference there actually is. From what I've heard, Pete is going to be very different. Anyway, here are my first reactions during the watching process:

Episode 1

Oh well, Pete is so different. He's a whole other person here. He's the typical cool guy who just wants to show off but at the same time, he's a bit socially awkward and I love it. This faked boredom and annoyment are only there because he doesn't know what to say when Kao is around and especially when they are alone because the atmosphere is just weird between them. Acting all annoyed is his way of socializing and I like it because I believve we all have weird tactics to try to lighten the mood or find a topic with peopl we don't know. Here, Pete is "annoyed" to look cool but I guess, he does this because he tries to find something they both can agree on and annoyment is the simpliest way. You can easily agree with people on negative emotions concearning a topic, so it's the easiest choice to pretend to be annoyed. What's funny here is that Kao is really not impressed by it and already knows Pete just wants to be cool. I think, Kao just doesn't like Pete in the beginning because he sees Pete is just pretending and is never true. I guess, that's why he will fall for him later, because they will probably have real talks and bonding moments.

Episode 2

Okay, Pete and Kao shared an awkward kiss and now things are even more weird. Here's one difference to the Pete I know from Dark Blue Kiss: he's not honest. Now, whenever Kao wants to address the kiss, Pete gets defensive and aggressive. Yes, it's probably because of his confusion but in Dark Blue Kiss, Pete always addresses everything - even the uncomfortable or negatively loaded topics - but not at this moment.

And also, I know, Pete is not the nicest person at this moment but he is really respectless. After the kiss, he stares into Kao's eyes in surprise, pulls away and then wipes his mouth in disgust more than once. As if Kao's lips and the taste of them are dirt on his lips and that's so disrespectful. Kao is obiously hurt by it and I would be too. Of course, you are allowed to not like a kiss but reacting so disgusted is very harsh.

Episode 3

And now, Pete is bullying Kao by isolating him from the group. He makes the others believe Kao doesn't like them, so he will end up being the king of the group since Kao is not the kind of person who talks about such things and just accepts the circumstances.

The scene between So and Sansuay in the parking lot was obviously not right bahavior on So's part because Sansuay was clearly uncomfortable being pressed against another car. She had no way out and I love the random dude walking by and just checking if she is okay. No romanticizing. Just a statement that this behavior is wrong.

Episode 4

Pete and Kao now claim to be "annoyed" of each other and all the other ones are still left wondering what the real problem is.

But at least, Pete confides to Sandee and confesses he only gets angry because of the kiss. I mean, we as the audience understand him better but I just find Sandee's frustration very amusing. Pete is obviously not realizing his feelings and is just helpless. Sandee is such a mood.

Until now, I really don't like R at all. He is pushing Sanwan around and invades her ersonal space all the time while saying he cares. Dude, if you care, don't force her, don't drag her into your car and especially don't kiss her when she doesn't want to.

Episode 5

Its just my speculation but I'm pretty sure Pete is bisexual because he has an ex-girlfriend (we know of) but seems to be attracted to both gender and he's not the kind of guy who falls for the personality or character of someone. The gender matters to him, I would say. But it's nice to see a bisexual character because mostly shows want to tell me that people are either homo- or heterosexual but there are obviously many other sexualities in between. Living in a gay relationship doesn't mean you define yourself as homosexual, real life doesn't work like that and I like they give us a character who is neither homo- or heterosexual.

What's going on with the men in that show? WHy are there so many red flags? Except for Kao, Mat and Sun, everybody pushes the women around and invades their personal space in a very uncomforting manner. Are they all going to "change"? I don't know if I will be able to believe them...

Episode 6

Mat's mother wants Sanson to "turn her son straight"? Okay, just gonna leave that there because I don't have words how wrong this thought is.

Oh, the scene which I saw many gifs of, happened. But I thought Pete and Kao would spend more time laying in the grass. I though this was a very romantic scene. But it's just a second long. But who cares, their relationship took a next step. They stop fighting and come to some sort of agreement (the agreement being that fighting is pointless). But somehow this scene feels like they broke the ice and finally found peace.

Episode 7

And again, a scene I've seen very often: the hospital. But it's really sweet they all went there because of Pete and wait all together until he can go home. That's real friendship and I think this show portrays their friend group really accurate because they are so natural with each other. They are a bunch of people thrown together who bond over weird fun talks at night and getting home drunk. Even though they are so different, they are loyal and trustworthy. It's heartwarming to see a group of friends be portrayed like this because mostly in shows, the protagonist has one really good friend and just a few people they know but are not very close to. but a group of friends is exactly this and it's rare on TV because showing a whole group bonding is difficult and also because they dynamic is totally different.

Episode 8

Kao (giving me the chills): Mint, even if he doesn't like you back, it doesn't mean you are not good enough. No matter how beautiful you are, no matter how good you try to be to him, if he's not into you, he's not the one for you.

I can't believe So gets away with stealing Sansuay's phone. She will never know it was him. I don't know what to think about him.

Epsiode 9

Sun flirting with Kao over coffee makes me cringe so much right now. This is uncomfortable and not as romantic as Sun may think it is. And then, Kao is scared Sun meant him, this is uncomforting to watch. Also, I really don't think Kao and Sun are a match. It doesn't fit at all and I hope it will be over soon.

What? Wayu wants to rape Sanwan? Did I miss something? How did we get here? I thought this was a warm show for teenagers. Now there's rape? I could deal with the sexual harassment even though that was not fine to watch, but rape? I'm confused how we got there? But of course, R saved her.

Not Mork casually cleaning his gun...

Episode 10

I love the fact Pete and Kao just quietly accept the fact they spend a night together. It happened and they can't change it. They don't even mention it and I'm relieved there's no "don't ever tell anybody" or something. It just happened and that's it. Nothing further to dicuss about it. Also, they made pretty clear already they have certain feelings for each other. The wuestio now is just how they are going to deal with this and if they will be in a relationship.

Kao: I will stop seeing other people when things between us become clearer.

Episode 11

I can't believe they actually address the bullying I mentioned before. Kao is very right when he says Pete needs to earn his trust because of the past. This is just right because you can't forget the past just because of romantic feelings. If you don't address the other person made you feel ad, you won't be able to move on from that and relationships are about trust, so I find this very mature and good for both of them. Pete needs to understand he hurt Kao in the past and can't just change his mind over night and Kao will say yes right away.

A planned engagement? Isn't that a bit old-fashioned? Sanwan and R don't know each other at all and why would their parents decide this for them. It doesn't look like it would be good for family's business or something. This seems so random.

And Wayu tries to rape Sanwan again? How? Why? And what is wrong with Sindee for initializing this? But of course, R saves her again.

Episode 12

Oh Mint. I always had mixed feelings about her and now i know for what reason. Is she fine? Making someone feel bad for leeting her go by threatening she would hurt herself is not healthy or normal or anything. That's a serious matter. No wonder, Pete feels like his life is messed up and is extremely stressed about it. And then, Mint woders why he's not comfortable at all and doens't see Pete just let her stay out of fear her threat might be the truth. Because he's a nice person. But Mint is just crazy and plays mind games.

I've never seen a drunk kiss be that cute and meaningful. They are just pure. Now, I really know why people love Pete and Kao so much. I already fell in love with their dynamic in Dark Blue Kiss but seeing the beginnings of their relationship tops that. This script is too good. They both know, the kiss meant a lot and I like they are way past the regretment state. Or at least, they don't regret the kiss. They regret they are not in a relationship which makes the atmosphere afterwards more sad and hurt. Again, they are so mature about this.

Mint took a picture? I can't with this woman.

Episode 13

Why did tehy not report Wayu? They are covering up a crime. And Sanwan doesn't seem to be traumatized which makes me wonder a lot. She is more than fine and I'm not buying Wanyu's apology at all.

And now Mint send the picture to Pete's dad. Does she have no shame? It's not her right to out Pete. That's a thing between Pete, his dad and Kao. Mint has and nothing to do with it and shouldn't have ever. She took Pete's power away by letting his dad now. Things were in Pete's hands and I hope Pete will tell mint very clearly she had no right to do that and her behavior is wrong.

Wow, Pat has guts. Telling your best friend you like them even though you know they don'yt like you is very brave. I love Mat being so cool with it because it's obviously a hard moment for Pat to outlive.

Episode 14

I love Pete's dad. They both were so scared but he doesn't say anything and I like what he says. He talks with them like they are adults (which they are) and doesn't talk to them like they are kids who don't know anything. They don't need to be lectured by their parents. They are adults already and make their own life decisions. I like very much he has this calm talk with them and then drops the topic.

Sanson being the first to confess fits very good because mAt is alway the wuieter one of them. This scene is so bittersweet and Sanson is so vulnerable, it hurts my heart. If it stays like this, then it would be a strong statement of the show because not everything works out in the end. You can try, you can ask, but in the end, maybe your efforts were all for nothing.

Finally, Pete calls Mint out. But he forgives her?... But at least, he doesn't want to be her friend any more.

Of corse we have happy endings all over the place.

[ramblingaboutthings]

Hard | Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word count: 3.5 kkkkkk LIKE WHAT?

Summary: here

A/n: this contains swear words, blood and a lot of mistakes, but I got so excited and got too carried away. I warn you, I changed A LOT of things and I'm kind of not sorry for that.

Also TUMBLR HERE decided to delete my draft and I had to correct it again so sorry if it sucks, it's 00:40 here and I'm going crazy.

It'd been a stressful day, you went to Hogsmeade and someone put some strange spell on a poor girl. No one really knew who did it. But everyone was getting strange vibes from it.

So he created some kind of project, once a month a student from each house was selected to move temporarily into another house, to avoid internal conflicts.

That night, was a special one for Hogwarts.

Dumbledore wanted the school to be united, every house had to say goodbye to rivalries.

And that day was one of those times, Dumbledore was going to announce who the lucky students were.

You at dinner, in the great hall, with your Hufflepuff friends.

"Hey Black, are you okay?" One of them asked, noticing you spacing out and only earning a death glare, as a response from you.

Those days, you'd been in a bad mood and the fact that your dad's died not so long before didn't help at all, he was everything she had.

And now he was gone, leaving his only child alone.

Sirius Black didn't even know he had a daughter until his high school girlfriend showed up at the Potter's door one night with a little girl in her arms, the love of Sirius' life, before disappearing.

He later discovered he wasn't your real father but he still loved you like he was. Then we all know what happened next.

He'd raised you until he was accused of homicide and taken to Azkaban.

You only got to see him for two years, after he escaped the prison.

And after they finally got to be in each other's lives again, Harry came up to her, one night, and told you he was dead. You were angry, sad, frustrated... not even a last goodbye, he was just gone. After that you simply locked yourself up in your room and got out only to go to class.

Until that day.

You hoped you could finally spend your next month away from the Hufflepuffs, they knew too much about you and you needed a fresh start.

They were good friends of course, but you wanted to be free for that whole month.

You glanced over the Gryffindor table to find Harry mirroring your sad look, but Dumbledore coughed to get your attention making you turn around quickly.

"Today, my dear students, if you're lucky enough, you'll be experiencing a new thing, you'll get to know other mentalities, other personalities so please listen here. For the slytherin house, Pansy Parkinson will go to the Gryffindors" a loud mix of groans erupted from the gold and red table, interrupted his speech. But he just ignored it.

"Hermione Granger, we all are aware of your intelligence, so you're staying with the Ravenclaws.

Miss Lovegood, you're staying with the Hufflepuffs" your table cheered, you all loved her.

Your smile faded when you realized, one of the Hufflepuffs was going to be a Slytherin for four whole weeks. And for some reason you knew for sure you were going to be that one.

"Miss Black, all your family comes from Slytherin witches and wizards so I thought you could try and understand what being one of them is really like" you groaned as your suspicion got real, and lowered your head while a dozen of people from the Slytherin table were clapping.

You gazed around your table only to find shocked faces, someone even glared at you.

'Fuck this' you thought before walking toward the Slytherins.

One of them, Deneb was her name, -you recognized her from divination class- called you from the table, and you were more than happy she did, because you two got along just great, and it would've been awkward sitting beside someone you didn't know.

"So, you're the new Slytherin uh? I'm glad it's you Y/n, come on sit down." She invited you.

You glanced around to study everyone's faces but they were like stone, no emotions.

You sat between Den and the most handsome boy you'd ever seen, Draco Malfoy, he'd grown up so much since you'd last seen him. But his signature smirk wasn't plastered on his face as usual, in it's place there was a thin line, his lips sealed in a neutral expression.

"Hey Malfoy" you greeted kindly.

"Shut up half-" he said harshly,interrupting himself trying to insult you.

"He's not been himself lately, usually he's not that bad, you all always judge him, but he's sweet with the people he fancies" Den explained, and you did believe her, because you saw the good in every person and he flooded with kindness. You noticed how his eyes sparkled before a quidditch match, his soft sneaky smiles that grew onto his face whenever he got a spell right. You knew he was a soft boy, he just liked to think that it made him weak so he covered it all up.

As you met his gaze you noticed his bright grey eyes were dark and full of sadness that made you smile softly. Just the fact that he was trying to insult you made you feel sick.

"I'm not sweet" he stated, probably less convincingly than he thought.

"It's okay Draco, I don't want to argue" you clarified. His expression changed for a quick second, before going back to his stone-face self.

He liked that you called him Draco, it made him feel like you liked him for who he was, not Malfoy, not the Slytherin prince, just Draco.

And that was exactly your intention, to make him feel like someone actually cared.

After that little conversation, everyone in the big hall started to leave to go to their dorms.

Some of your house walked right in front of you giving you sad smiles, Harry, Ron and Hermione even gave Draco death stares.

You knew he had been an ass in the past years, you knew he wasn't the nicest when it came to words, but he wasn't what the others said he was.

Or maybe it was your big crush on him speaking for you. Yeah, probably.

"I'm going to sleep. Malfoy? Show her where's our room" she said.

Draco gave her a hint of a smile that almost made you feel uncomfortable.

'No Y/n you're not jealous, stop' you thought.

"Draco, uhm- so you and Den-?" Draco let out a semi-genuine laugh, before you even completed your sentence.

"She's not my girlfriend Y/n, I don't like her, she's like my cousin, she is my father's cousin's daughter, you're probably kind of her relative too" he explained, and you suddenly felt stupid.

"I'm not your cousin Draco, I'm not a real Black, dad- Sirius just gave me his last name" his lips parted slightly at your confession.

"You're not a Black? Y- he adopted you? Like- oh sorry I don't want to make you uncomfortable" he said quickly. A chuckle escaped your lips.

"It's fine, my mom abandoned me, I only know Voldemort killed her and she was a half-blood and so was my real father, who died as well. Professor Lupin was the one who raised me for twelve years, but I've only ever cared about Sirius, he was the best thing in my life even if for a short time. " you confessed, he smiled sadly, his gaze burning on your face.

You didn't know why you trusted him, but for some reason, you did.

"You know, my father uhm- made me do horrible things, but he's family, I don't want to disappoint him" he confessed reluctantly.

Later he'd invited you to his room, he seemed to have loosened up a little bit, while you entered his dorm.

A green and silver scarf was hung on the wall with his last name on it. His bed was perfectly made, no wrinkles, just a smooth green blanket.

To say you were impressed was an understatement.

You smiled at him "so that's why you hide your good part uh?" he nodded.

He just suddenly wrapped his arms around you tightly. You made him feel alive again. He missed the feeling, it was like a deja vu from last year, when you found him crying in a hidden corner when without saying anything, you hugged him, lettinghis speak.

"You're not that bad for an Hufflepuff you know?" He smirked. His first signature smirk of the year, just for you!

"And you're not that bad for a Slytherin either" you laughed.

"I missed physical contact, I-I uhm- it's not very common in the Malfoy manor, to get all cuddly I mean" his chest vibrated with his embarassed laugh that filled your ears as you memorized that beautiful and harmonic sound.

"You're so warm" you said, obviously blushing. Thank you dark night!

"And you're a freezing Hufflepuff" he pulled away much to your dismay and took something out of his wardrobe.

He handed you a green hoodie with a basilisk on the front and the name "Malfoy" on the back.

"I can't accept-"

"It's yours Y/n. Now if you excuse me I have to go somewhere, I'll show you where you're going to sleep" he grabbed your hand, not even realizing it, and took you with him to another corridor, a wooden door with a sign was suddenly in front of us, 'Pansy and Deneb' it read.

You were too zoned out to really comprehend what was going on, but suddenly your hand felt cold, extremely cold. You looked at it, disappointment clearly written all over your face.

"I'm sorry... for you know, taking your hand and everything" he said before walking away, without even waiting for an answer.

You opened the door in front of you and found Den sitting on what you assumed was her bed.

When she spotted you, she smiled.

"Did you do it?" Your cheeks flushed at your not so holy thoughts. You shook your head 'no daydreaming about these things you fucker'

"W-what are y-you talking about?" You asked her with wide eyes.

"Did you kiss Draco?" She asked.

"He's like my cousin Deneb!" You whispered.

"He's not and you know that, so please tell me. Do you like him? " she giggled. You gasped quietly, surprised she knew you weren't a Black.

"I-I want to sleep, uh good night"

"Y/n likes Draco. Y/n likes Draco. Y/n likes Draco!" she chanted.

You ignored her and sneaked into your new very comfortable bed.

Was it that obvious? That you liked Draco.

"All you do is stare at him Y/n " she said like she had read your thoughts or something.

"He's not what he wants the others to believe he is" you explained

"plus he's cute" Deneb completed making you both laugh.

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That morning the atmosphere was extremely strange and tensed, there weren't many students in the Great Hall.

As you approached Harry in your new Slytherin hoodie, Draco's last name properly covered with a scarf. He kind of looked at you in disgust, like he despised you. But you knew he only hated Slytherins in general.

"You look great in green!" Hermione exclaimed happily.

"And you look hella good in blue 'Mione!" You winked.

"Katy said she can't remember anything from Yesterday, but I know it was Draco, I saw him" Harry assumed, your blood began to boil on anger.

"He's not a bad person" you said as calmly as you could.

"Oh you're so blind Y/n" and you were going to spat at him but Draco made his way into the big room, his eyes full of fear and, regret? Was Harry right?

You didn't even have time to answer that question because Draco ran away toward the bathroom.

Harry followed him, and you resisted your instincts for once, all you wanted was rushing after him, she wanted to know who Draco was, who he really was.

You all sat at the same table, including Deneb. It was a nice morning except for the fact that you didn't know where either Harry or Draco went.

"How's being a Slytherin?" Hermione asked snapping you out of your trance.

"It's quite nice, they're not as bad as you think ... and you're just wrong about Draco, he's actually really calm and sweet when he wants to" you explained, a light blush crept onto your face as you did.

"Are you kidding? Malfoy? Sweet? You're crazy" Hermione hissed.

You huffed looking at Deneb for a moment.

"Draco isn't the one you think he is, I'm his cousin, I know what I'm talking about. But his father... he's ruining him, his mother is trying her best but Lucius is just an evil coward" Deneb said, way too calmly.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other before smiling.

"Deneb, is this girl right there intrested in your cousin?" Ron asked, smirking and pointing to you.

"No, she just has a really kind heart" she answered sending you a wink.

You even stopped listening to the conversation. All you could think about was Draco. Where the fuck was he? You swore, if Harry'd done something to him you were gonna kill him slowly,You kind of thought, at that point, that he was just a selfish boy trying to get some attention.

You spaced out for a little while.

Draco's grey eyes popped onto your mind, his smile, his face... but every good thing stopped appearing as soon as you got anxious, you were going crazy right? Harry couldn't hurt him. Could he?

You stormed out of the great hall without even saying anything, you just ran up the stairs, your breath was heavy and it was like your legs got heavier and heavier with every step. But the worst happened when you opened the door of the bathroom.

Draco was laying on the wet floor, he was wincing in pain, his platinum hair sticking on his forehead, his beautiful eyes were closed and some tears were stained on his cheeks.

But even worse was the fact he was covered in blood, his white shirt was now all red and you felt extremely useless.

"Draco, Draco it's me, Y/n" you said before kneeling down beside him.

"Y-Y/n-" then he yelled, that loud your head started to pound slowly.

"Draco, please I'm here, Snape is coming upstairs, I saw him, stay awake" you pleaded as you started to cry, hot tears streaming down your cheeks and landing on your parted lips as you sobbed loudly.

"Y/n? Why a-are you here?" He winced

"You're my friend Draco!" You exclaimed brushing his hair away from his forehead.

"You s-shouldn't b-be- Y/n I-"

"Draco you're not a bad person! Stay with me, please." you implored sobbing loudly and crying, but you didn't care, you only wanted him to live.

"You what Draco? Stay awake please" you sobbed loudly when you noticed the death eaters symbol, that was what he was trying to say, but you didn't give a fuck. You didn't want to lose him, death eater or not, you were falling in love with him.

"I h-hurt people" he whispered weakly

"I-" he opened his eyes for a quick second looking at me but right then they closed again and you realized he'd blacked out, his heart rate fell and he wasn't breathing. That's when realization hit you. He was dead.

Everything that happened soon after went in slow motion, Snape coming in and picking him up from the floor, some people coming in and out of the room, water still flooding the floor. But you were completely still. watching the blood on your hands.

You let out a frustrated scream, when the room was completely empty.

You sat there, sobbing like a little child.

It wasn't like he was the best of your friends, but he somehow understood you, even though you had talked to each others just four or five times in six years of school he listened to you and didn't judge you a single time and you let him die under your watch.

Couldn't you have just gone downstairs and call a professor? You were sad and mostly angry at yourself and at who did that.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked appearing behind you.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" you yelled, not stopping the tears that now completely made your face wet.

"Y/n what happened?"

"He-he killed him, he's dead. Draco is fucking DEAD!" you shouted angrily, your voice rough.

"Who killed him Y/n?"

"Your fucking best friend Hermione" you hissed sniffling.

"I hate him! " you screamed on top of your lungs.

Hermione hugged you tightly after sitting down beside you.

"You love Malfoy. don't you?"

"H-he's d-ead" your voice trembled as Hermione soothed you tracing circles onto your back.

"I'm sorry Y/n"

"He wasn't that bad you know" you took a long shaky breath but broke down crying again immediately.

"I trust you"

"He didn't want to harm anyone" you groaned in frustration.

She helped you up and put one of your arms around her neck.

Your legs felt numb and as you made your way to your dorm, you felt weaker and weaker.

As you opened the door you launched yourself on the bed, face buried in your pillow.

"What-" Deneb asked.

"Draco- " Hermione stopped to take a long breath. "He died" she explained. You on the other hand just continued to cry uncontrollably.

"Hey Y/n it's oka-"

"Don't you fucking dare say it's okay!" You screamed.

"Y/n listen to me okay? He was a really good person, he'd always been awfully nice to you but now he can rest in peace, without all the terrible things they constantly do to him. He deserves this" you knew she was right but you still refused to stop sobbing.

At some point you did stop, and the other two girls smiled softly when they heard your shaky breath become heavy as you drifted off to sleep.

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The following days had been hell for Y/n, all she did was cry and cry.

Dumbledore often went to console her, and she knew something was up, they didn't even have a funeral for Draco.

Y/n's life had gotten miserable.

You locked yourself up again, professor Mcgonagall said you were in shock because you saw someone die under your eyes, so she even let you skip classes. And you were glad she did.

But that day you had been dragged out of your room by Deneb. Against your will.

"Y/n come to class, at least today, if you don't feel good then you'll be a free elf" you groaned in frustration.

"Why do I have to?"

"Because you need to get some fresh air, so now come with me, we have transfiguration"

When you got to class everyone got silent.

You sat on your new desk as a Slytherin and tried to concentrate but as the professor started the lesson, you grabbed your pen and started sketching on your notebook.

"There are rumors flying around the school. Someone said you and Draco were friends with benefits, some said you were dating but he was using you." None of these were true and Deneb knew that, but she still decided to tell you, after she saw your, almost, scared face.

And even though it wasn't consciously, you soon realized you you were drawing Draco.

At the end of the last clas, in the afternoon, your notebook was filled with drawings of him, really detailed ones, that much that your tears threatened to come out. Again.

You silently made your way to Draco's dorm.

You laid on his bed inhaling his scent, and memorizing it. You'd never see his face again.

You opened your notebook and traced the shape of his head with your finger.

You took out a pen from your pencil case and wrote on the drawing: " hope you're doing good up there ♡" as if he could see it, and after ripping the page you put it on his pillow.

When that night Deneb asked if you wanted to sleep there, you obviously said yes.

That lasted for a few days until, three days later you woke up and didn't find the piece of paper with his face in it.

When you fell asleep on that bed everything bad that happened to you disappeared.

And when you woke up you were actually feeling better.

You panicked, it was your favourite drawing. So you frantically searched under the pillows, under the blanket. But nothing was there.

"I look good in this Y/n/n" you heard a voice and you gasped, at the sound of Draco's familiar voice.

"Wha-"

"Hello, Y/n" Draco suddenly appeared from the shadows. He noticed your puffy eyes and bags under your eyes.

"What are you?! A ghost or something?" You asked widening your eyes.

"I'm Draco, with bones and all" he laughed, even if his eyes were full of fear.

"Is it really you? But you died!" You shot up.

"It's me Y/n/n, Snape knew the spell and healed me, but not entirely so they kept me hidden until they were sure I'd survive." He explained.

"A bird told me you missed me" he continued walking extremely close to you.

"I- I surely did, you were- are my friend" you blushed heavily.

" I'm sorry for everything I did, I hate myself for everything, and something happened.. I - refused to kill Dumbledore but-" he interrupted himself starting to sob.

Your confused expression almost scared him.

"Snape killed him, it's my fault I-" you didn't let him finish ignoring the sadness and smashed your lips onto his.

You fell on the bed, but he continued to kiss you almost roughly.

As you pulled away he smiled.

"I like you Y/n, but I'm not a goo-"

His eyes filled with happiness for the first time in years as you smiled.

"Stop! You are the fucking best person I've ever met!" You exclaimed punching his chest.

"Don't you feel ashamed of a death eater?" He asked, remembering when he'd showed you his tattoo.

"No, as long as you're safe"

"Do you mind if I kiss you again?" In response you kissed him, again, softly this time.

As your lips moved together until you saw the door fly open.

"Are you done sucking faces? Lunch is ready" Deneb teased before walking away again.

"I like you so much Y/n. Would you uhm- goonadatewithme?" He asked, his voice trembling a little.

"Of course Drakey"

"Don't call me that"

"Shut up. I love you dork"

[sleep-all-day-everyday]

I hate myself to be honest.

I'm a few grades late in school, I'm homeschooled and I've been spoiled my entire life I've never been taught or forced to do chores so I'm practically useless. My mom always gets mad at me why I don't know how to do basic chores or things. I have wondered since I was very little if I were to die would everyone I knew lives would be better?

I got very frustrated one day and climbed out of the window of my shared room with my sibling.

I almost succeeded, almost successfully jumped off the balcony. Then my parents caught me they dragged me back inside.

My mom was angry and was calling me very selfish to kill myself and told me what if she and my dad were such selfish people like me they would kill themselves and leave us to rot. Because only very selfish people kill themselves.

Told me I would have to sell my body, all my things, and I'll barely even afford one cup of noodles, and that if the cops found out their selfish child killed themselves they would get arrested, then my brother and future sister-in-law would get arrested then my nephew would be all alone with no parents because of my selfish actions.

I'll be honest it just me feel worst, that I should have done my research on how to do it, how to not get them arrested so that my nephew would still have parents to raise them. Plus it's not like he's going to remember me, he's still very young. He won't have to remember his useless, piece of shit aunt. I shouldn't have done it on a whim.

The few things keeping me here are my nephew and future sister-in-law. She's one of the nicest people I know and lets me talk to her about how I feel.

I fear missing out on games, shows, my login streaks, movies, certain life events, stories, fanfics, animations, and songs.

I don't really love my mom to be honest. I don't like being near her, I feel better when she's not around. She blows up whenever she's angry and yells and berates you. She called me a blight that had no contribution to society.

She was angry because I was cheating on my math PACE's which is justifiable but I rushed to finish it because I don't know anything. I'm bad at studying. all I did was cheat and my mom never stopped me when I was younger now I was caught by the school and I was trying I really was but I have to rush it or else I won't be able to get to the next grade and that's if any schools accept me.

She was hitting me with my PACE's, dragging me by my hair. All I could do was cover my face. I really do wonder if my mom disciplined me properly and caught me earlier would I be a good student? Would I be not struggling in school? Would I have friends? Would I actually be in the grade I'm supposed to be in? Would she stop comparing me to my cousin who's better than me in everything? Would I be happier?

I don't even properly take care of myself I don't shower or brush regularly, and I stay in bed all day, sleeping the day away because it was better than being awake. Am i depressed? Or am I just a lazy piece of shit?

I wanted to kill myself on my birthday, but I had a great time with everyone. So I didn't. But for some messed-up reason, I wanted to kill myself on my mother's birthday. A gift that her useless piece of shit daughter gave to her. That reminds her that her child killed herself and that you did nothing. Her birthday is months away, so maybe I'll think through it first.

My parents won't take me or my siblings to therapy, my mom needs it too. But they always promise it but we know they never will. She knows she has problems but won't go to a therapist.

I just want to be happy and normal. I just want a happy family. None of us are really close. I'm more close to my future sister-in-law than any of them.

Sorry for flooding your feed with my bullshit. Just needed a place to rant.

[itmightneverbetherighttime]

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