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luv4fandoms · 2 years ago

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Hey boo! I know you’re on like a dwayne kick recently(me too tbh) are you cool with writing angst?? bc i would LOVE some dwayne angst maybe reader gets hurt and he’s just freaking tf out. I LOVED your rut series and know you’d do my justice 💋💋

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First off, thank you so much 😭 I hope I did your request justice, and I'm so glad you enjoyed the rut series!

Second...Ok so it's really funny that you asked this Anon cause Dwayne (once again) infiltrated my dreams last night, so part of this is actually from a dream I had, and it just fit so perfectly that I just added onto the dream lol. That is also why the reader has a brother cause it is kinda like my "when you're unaware" story, like idk why but I put one of my brothers in the group in my dreams lol. Anywho! I hope you like it!

Also the girl is hinted at being Demisexual since this is based on a dream I had and I'm Demisexual.

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Don't blame me (Dwayne x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 3,532

Pairing: Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

It wasn't unusual for Dwayne to be quiet, in the months that you had known him he wasn't very talkative unless you started the conversation, and even then, he was more of a listener. Tonight had been much the same, you were all sitting in the cave just hanging out, Paul was sitting by the rock box with Laddie, Marko was sitting on the floor sewing on some patches to his jacket. Star was sitting next to your brother who was currently having a conversation with David, and you were sitting on the couch next to Dwayne. The evening had been full of laughter before that, as your brother and you recalled stupid things you had done as kids, even Dwayne laughing when you spoke of how you epicly failed at skateboarding and swore you wouldn't try it again for your bones sake.

But now he had gone quiet, the sound of the music filling your little corner of silence, and from the corner of your eye you could see him staring at you while you read. He always did this, you noted, stared at you when he thought you weren't looking. Or maybe he knew you knew, maybe he didn't care that you knew. Either way you watched him turn away, looking at the ground in front of his boots.

You could tell he was thinking, he had that very far off look in his eyes that told you he was in his head, something he did when he was stressed. Before suddenly he stood, stating that he was gonna go for a ride, and made his way out before anyone could question it, though maybe it was only you questioning it as everyone just nodded and went back to what they were doing. But you watched him leave, watched him make his way out into the night, listened as his bike came to life before speeding off into the distance. Something wasn't right, in months you had known them Dwayne never just went for a ride by himself, though judging by the others it was something he had done before, but you had always seen him take Laddie along, or he would offer you a joyride.

He had seemed so lost in thought, in an almost somber way and it made your heart ache at the thought that he was upset for some reason. Your brain immediately thinking back on everything you had said that night, searching for anything that may have upset him, were you the cause of his mood? Or was it something else? You sat in your little corner of silence, mind racing and turning everything over and over for what, after looking at your watch, was about two hours…

Two hours and he still hadn't come back, you knew he wasn't hunting because they had hunted earlier, the knot in your stomach twisted as your brain pictured all the things that could be wrong, even flashing on if there were, somehow, hunters in town. Making up your mind you quickly stood and grabbed your brother's keys, jogging up the steps, throwing back a quick. "out" when your brother asked you where you were going. He had taught you how to use his bike…somewhat.

You were still very new and very unsure about it, preferring to just ride with one of them, but you couldn't wait around anymore, something was wrong, and it worried you. So with a quick kick the bike came alive, and you slowly took off, a little wobbly, but moving.

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Dwayne had to get out of the cave, he knew he should just talk to you but he couldn't, what was he supposed to say? That he realized he was in love with you? That he thought it was just an interest in the start because your personalities melded well together? That he thought the reason he accepted you so quickly was because you were one of his pack mate's sister, but really, he's come to realize, was because he's been in love with you from the start?

He still remembers when your brother introduced you to them all at the boardwalk, you were so nervous but you played it off like you were calm, but he could hear your heart racing. He watched you stay by your brother's side that night, finding solace in him, a familiar presence, and Dwayne found himself wanting you to find that same solace in his presence. He watched you instantly become friends with Laddie, taking the small boy on any ride he wanted to, even if you were dizzy and nauseous afterwards, just to see Laddie smile. He listened as you talked about your nieces and nephews that were around Laddie's age, and how you were often the babysitter, but all Dwayne could see was how amazing of a mother you would be for Laddie.

As the days turned into weeks you became more comfortable around them all, dancing around the cave with Paul, sewing with Marko, even discussing books with David. Star became like your sister, and Laddie soon took on the role of your son, even if neither one of you really noticed. Weeks turned into months and you were more often than not, by his side, preferring his quiet nature than the rowdiness of the others. He had lost track of how many nights the two of you would just sit on that beat up couch and talk, well, you would talk, he preferred to listen.

You were so animated when you told him stories of friends and family, memories of childhood or just random things you had learned throughout your life. He honestly could listen to you forever, your voice soothing to him, a sound that could even calm the beast when he hadn't fed. Not that he would stay around you long if he hadn't, he couldn't risk it, he had control over himself, but sometimes, sometimes you smelled a little too good in a different way. That was another thing, your smell, he had first smelled it when you met, that sweet floral scent that reminded him of a mortal life past, but also of amazing nights in this life.

It was a scent he couldn't name other than a word that came to his mind a few weeks into your friendship…Home. He would let it fill his senses when you rode on the back of his bike, allowing himself to unabashedly bask in it while you were unaware, he would never admit that this was the selfish reason he had you ride on the back of his bike when Laddie wasn't with the group, that and the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around his stomach, your happy screams and laughter filling his ears as he sped down the beach, he would smile and laugh along, sharing your joy as you drew yourself closer to him, always closer, but never close enough…

Not in the way he wanted to be, he was sure of that. You had told him before, how you never found anyone really attractive unless you formed an emotional bond with them, he was sure you only saw him as a friend and nothing more, whereas he wanted to be so much more. He wanted to hold you when you were upset, laugh with you when you were happy, hug you just because he wanted to, kiss you just because he could. He wanted to give you everything he was…

But that came with a part of him he didn't want you anywhere near. You had never seen them change, never watched them hunt, and he didn't know if he would ever want you to, because deep down he was terrified that the true realization of what they, what he was, would cause you to run away from him, and he couldn't handle that.

"Hey, did Y/N find you?" Your brother asked, looking over at him. Found him? He must have worn a confused expression because the man became visibly concerned.

"She left a little while after you, we figured she was going to find you" he added, as the others now turned to look at Dwayne.

"She took off on B/N's bike" Paul stated, and Dwayne could feel the dread start to creep in, they had taught you how to drive sure, but you were still so new, so wobbly and unstable when you drove. Without a second thought Dwayne found himself running back to his bike, quickly starting it and taking off to find you.

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You had searched the boardwalk first, then the pier, every quiet place you figured Dwayne would hang out, and still, nothing. You were becoming more worried as you followed the paths that Dwayne would take and still hadn't found him, there was only one more place to look. It was a ways out, a quiet little space that Dwayne said he went to just get away, you had felt so honored to be taken there, to be let into his world a little more. You would be lying if you had said that you hadn't been drawn to the quiet man as soon as you two met.

Sure you were nervous as heck to meet your brother's friends, but there was just something about him that eased your worry. You had always been called picky by your friends when it came to guys, but you couldn't help it, your heart and brain just worked differently. You didn't see people in that way unless you felt an emotional bond with them, maybe it was a way to stop yourself from getting hurt again, or maybe you were just waiting for the right one. But something about Dwayne pulled you in, it wrapped around you, and soon enough you were realizing you had a crush on him.

As the weeks turned into months you realized that the crush had developed into love. How could it not though? Dwayne was always so careful with you, so tender and caring. He would pull you closer if he felt like you were cold at the boardwalk, or take Laddie on rides if he felt like you needed a break from the constant movement.

That was another thing, seeing him with Laddie made your heart absolutely melt. There was always something about seeing guys who were good with kids that made you smile, but the way that Dwayne was with Laddie made you so soft. Then there was how much of a good listener he was, you were so used to guys zoning out, completely ignoring you, or interrupting you to change the subject that having someone give you their undivided attention while you spoke was so foreign, and yet, so refreshing. But he would, he would seemingly hang onto every word, even if it was a story you yourself thought was silly halfway through it, Dwayne wouldn't let you stop, always asking what happened next.

You had never felt so seen, so protected and yet so free with someone. You still remember the first time he got you on the back of his bike, you were so scared and honestly afraid you would hurt him by how tight you were squeezing, but he only laughed, a sound that had your heart jumping and you swore you wanted to hear it more often. You had peaked over his shoulder, the beach flyinv past you, but you also saw the smile he wore, eyes flashing back to yours for only a moment before returning to the sand in front of him, but he looked so calm, so free. So despite your fear you allowed yourself to relax, and soon realized why he felt that way.

Those rides happened more often after that, anytime Laddie wasn't riding with him, you were, excited screams when he would come off the boardwalk quickly, or go around a sharp turn. Happy laughter as he sped down the beach, the wind in your hair. It really wasn't surprising that you had fallen for him. Which was also why you were so worried about him, you needed to know why he was upset, and if there was anything you could do…

Or if you were for some reason the cause of it. Riding along the beach you finally made your way up the small hill to the lookout point, but again, no Dwayne. You felt like you could cry at this point, you didn't know where else to look to find him, knowing that he probably had other secret places. You thought that maybe he would have gone back to the cave, maybe you were looking around for nothing, at least you could hope for that scenario. Deciding to head back to the cave to see, you went to turn the bike but instead accidentally gave it too much gas, shooting forward and over the small hump of the hill.

It wasn't a tall hill, but it was enough of a cliff that when the front tire made contact with air, it quickly angled down, and your body followed with it. Landing with a hard thud, you managed to land on your side and not your neck but what you hadn't accounted for were the rocks at the bottom. So as you slid down the hill, the bike now pushing you along as it rolled with you on its side as well, your head slammed into a large rock, causing your vision to quickly fade to black, and the sounds of the running bike disappearing into the nothingness.

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Dwayne had checked everywhere and still he couldn't find you, if he had a heart he swore it would be beating out of his chest. You weren't at the boardwalk or the pier, he hadn't seen you so far on the beach, where could you have gone? And why did you go looking for him? He had thought he hid his emotions well, but had you noticed? You must have.

Did you watch him as closely as he watched you? Had you really cared that much about him to take off into the night, unstable and unsure, just to find him? You were crazy if you did, but then again, maybe so was he. If he had just come out and said something the two of you wouldn't be on the wild chase to find one another.

He just hoped nothing had happened, he didn't know what he would do if you were hurt. Suddenly remembering the spot he had taken you to about a month ago he realized he hadn't checked there, revving his engine he took off across the sand faster. He wasn't far from the spot, it wouldn't take him long to ride up the hill and check. But the sound of another bike made him slow, was that you?

Had he finally found you? Could the two of you finally stop the game of cat and mouse? No…No the engine was running but it wasn't moving, it wasn't coming back down the path towards him, it was just idling…and it wasn't where you should have been if you were at the top. As soon as he rounded the corner he felt his heart stop all over again.

'No no no'

He quickly stopped his bike, not even bothering to put the kickstand down as it fell on the sand while he ran towards you, quickly pushing the bike off of you and turning it off. Luckily it hadn't been sitting on your skin to where it would have burned you, but you still hadn't moved. Gently lifting your head the scent of blood filled his nose and he felt his breath catch, the red liquid was covering one side of your face, sand sticking to the drying liquid. It seemed like it had stopped bleeding but there was still a lot.

"Y/N" he spoke quietly, unshed tears brimming his eyes as he looked you over. He could still hear your heartbeat, and it wasn't faint which gave him some relief, you also didn't seem to have any broken bones. He pulled you to him, his hand coming up to try and wipe away some of the blood.

"Please, open your eyes" he spoke again, voice unable to become any louder, he knew a lot could happen to a human when they hit their head too hard, what if you never woke up again, what if he never got to hear your voice again? Never got to see you smile, or hear your laugh, never got to see you play with Laddie again…Never got to tell you he loved you.

"Please" he called again, closing his eyes as he held you closer, this couldn't be how it all ended, he would change you before he let that happen, he didn't care if you hated him after, you would be safe, you would be ok.

"Dwayne" you voice softly called, a warm hand pressing to his cheek, a cheek he didn't realize was wet with tears that had fallen unknowingly.

"Y/N" he breathed, meeting your gaze as you looked up at him, cradled safely in his arms.

"You're ok. I was worried" you said with a small smile, you really were worried about him, and that worry made you search…And it made you get hurt.

"You're hurt" he stated, trying to compose himself.

"I'm ok, just a little bump" you reassure him, but he just shook his head.

"You shouldn't have went looking for me, if you hadn't then…Then this.." but he couldn't finish his sentence, because you were pulling him towards you, lips gently pressing against his before he deepened the kiss, pouring everything out into that moment. He swore that if, for some reason he did die in that moment, he could die happy now that he finally got to kiss you. When you parted though you smiled at him, resting your forehead against his chest as he held you.

"You can't blame me, love makes you crazy" you spoke against his skin and he felt the smile before he even registered it. You loved him…You loved him too.

"I don't blame you, why do you think I raced back out when they told me you went looking for me" he explained, your eyes meeting as you looked up at him, lost in each other's gaze for a moment.

"Why did you leave?" You asked, and he took a moment to answer, wiping more of the blood off of your skin, honestly shocked he wasn't tempted to drink it, maybe that's what fear does to them.

"Because I didn't know how to deal with the fact that I love you when I thought you only saw me as a friend"

"Bet you feel silly now" you spoke softly, smiling up at him.

"I do" he stated, looking at your wound, which luckily now that he could see it better, wasn't that deep.

"But you still shouldn't have come after me" he told you.

"No, that's not how this works. I was worried, I would chase after you again if I had to" you told him, watching as he shook his head before leaning down and catching your lips in a kiss again.

"Crazy girl" he spoke against them.

"Your crazy girl?" You asked, you both may have confessed but you still wanted to be sure.

"My crazy girl" he smiled, kissing you once more before lifting you up and carrying you back to his bike.

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"So what you're saying is…you wrecked my bike"

"I didn't mean to! Look I can pay for anything I broke ok just tell me-"

"I'm just messing with you, I'm glad you're ok, don't do that shit again got it! So where is my bike exactly?" Your brother asked Dwayne, and you watched as Dwayne explained where it was before offering to take him.

"No you stay here with her so she doesn't do anything stupid again" he told him before leaving.

"I'll have to find another secret spot for you" you stated, watching your brother leave.

"It's ok. I like that spot more now"

"But it's not secret anymore"

"Maybe not…But it is where we said I love you for the first time" he smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.

"You're so cheesy" you giggled

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

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swtki · 4 years ago

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

Taglist: @truly-insatiable @amourtentiaa @imdoingathingmom @annasdani @anchoeritic @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @cedricsyellowscarf @faeinorbit

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scolopendreverie · 3 years ago

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A fucked up (younger) Fe I saw in a dream I had where Rime was seemingly taking care of him like. Secretly. Here I'll talk about it under the cut. It's long.

So this was a dream from two days ago now spurred my me thinking of "what if Rime had survived?" as I fell asleep. Some of the details are shaky and I probably am accidentally remembering too logically to have come from a dream but anyways. Here is the idea without as much general dream fuckery as I can muster.

(A side note, I experienced this from some sort of Rime POV where I both WAS and WASN'T him. Idk how to describe it but hopefully you know what I mean. Dissociation POV)

Essentially it was -at the battle Rime was canonically killed in- he actually survived and Felix took the hit he would've otherwise been saved from. This of course, pretty much killed him, but Rime pulled through last second like AS Fe died and was able to save him but only like, his physical body. He'd already given up the ghost so to speak because the Astrolabe can apparently only do so much.

So now Fe is left in an almost comatose state a la Celena, and also Rime panics bc he MUST keep it secret that he did this for some reason because idk dream logic? He'd get in trouble? He manages to sneak Felix out of the battlefield (on his horse, which he has now) without letting anyone find out he explicitly died but also no sign of him having made it out alive either, which would later prove to be an issue.

Rime takes Felix home, gets him all set up in his room and starts to take care of him while also wondering what the hell to do. He's like oh maybe he'll wake up and also tries some magic to like? Detect anything? And finds nothing. Like oh. He's like EMPTY. This freaks him out more and he goes to eat dinner with his family about it. His mom is there and squints at him. His mom looked exactly like him but with donkahonkeroos, also, in case you were wondering. He goes back to his room and vents to Felix who's still occupied being pseudodead.

Back home at house Anguis... they start to kind of lose it. Or, Escell does. When he both doesn't hear FROM nor ABOUT Felix he's like, kinda starting to panic. He tries to do some spell to reach him but it doesn't connect quite right and he can tell somethings up so he does some other variety of spell using like, his hair or something, that essentially tracks his physical body down. (I didn't quite see this but it's one of those dream things where you're omnipotent but also painfully stupid.)

He leaves to find himself at house Varela and is like "hey can I talk to your son", and beboobed Mrs. Rime is like "oh yeah sure go on in this isn't suspicious at all". Rime is like oh FUCK when he sees Escell bc the gig is up and Escell looks at him all scary and starts to follow him bc he knows Rime knows something. Rime promptly slams his bedroom door in his face and locks him out (power move). Escell is all " I just want to know what happened to my son open the door, I know you Know Something." To which Rime just goes "Leave me alone."

Escell resorts to breaking the door handle by fucking wrenching it off the door somehow. Rime backs off and is certain he's completely fucked and gonna be like, arrested or something (there was also this weird expectation if he got caught they'd also kill Fe for some reason? Anyway, ). Escell broods for a moment while Rime says something along the lines of "please don't be mad I just wanted to save him, I don't know how to fix him anymore though."

Escell nods sagely and is like we're gonna necromance this bitch and Rime emotes with something along the lines of that one tails gets trolled image. I'm not even sure what he did next here exactly but he like held Felix and just did that. He wakes up. Escell nearly drops and Rime ignores that in favour of being like, JESUS CHRIST FELIX MY BELOVED ARE YOU FUCKING OKAY!? Fe acts sort of weird, tired, and spacey and doesn't respond so Rime puts him back in the bed and Escell is like let him rest. Rime stares at the white suddenly in his hair like 👁_👁 and asks if Felix will be okay to which Escell says he doesnt know.

They wait for Felix to come around more which takes like two days and I guess Escell just had a bestie sleepover with Rime or something because he never left. Stuff starts to get fuzzy to me here because I think I actually fell asleep harder and I was minutely conscious for the first third of the dream. Anyways, when Felix starts to kind of become more lucid he is simply acting far from normal. He hardly spoke but in short one or two word responses here and there, acted bizarrely dismissive or unfamiliar with Rime n Escell, generally seems to have no drive to really do anything. He eventually can take care of himself but he just feels strangely hollow. This like, REALLY upsets Rime but Escell is like 'whatever, he's alive'.

Escell takes his weird empty son home and keeps his whole thing under wraps for the most part besides confirming to some people he isn't dead just like super fucked up mentally and physically from having been through literal war and won't be leaving home.

Rime visits very frequently where he tries to sort of knock Felix back into his old self, with reminders of his prior life and their relationship. Felix doesn't respond in much of a way at first but progressively started to seem pretty upset. Like consistently seemingly near crying levels of upset. Rime tries to console him frequently but Fe always just turned around and walked off. Generally spent most days not leaving his bedroom, aside from taking a stroll occasionally as well.

.... And eventually, and I'm not sure HOW this happens really, Rime finds something in his magic books I guess that he is like oh this will fix him. He tries it and it... Kinda works? What it did was cause him to act more... Not himself but just.... Act MORE. emote more, do more, but all of his interests and everything prior don't really seem to come back. He kind of acts like how Escell wishes he would act in canon basically, his perfect heir, yet devoid of much real personality. Rime feels worse about this somehow.

Now at the butt end of what I remember is just, more attempts to bring him back around and I can't remember if he had any real success. But I'm going to pretend he fixed it somehow and they kissed the end.

...That's it. Thanks for listening to my dream rant with an unsatisfactory conclusion. Also I'm pretty sure the TAG couriters were there in Rimes house for some fucking reason.

(Also side note, when Felix died instead of having a touching thing like how Rime did in canon trying to reassure him up to his last breath Felix was like TERRIFIED and crying from the fact he was mortally wounded and dying and it hurts me. Maybe ooc but it hurts to think abt even now.)

#this doesnt look like fe and it pisses me off #last legacy #fictif #felix iskandar escellun #felix #i hate it but if i dont post it now i never will. sorry for not doing him justice

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huangbae · 4 years ago

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꒰ NCT DREAM REACTION ꒱

being in a long distance relationship <3

< MARK >

met you from a mutual friend

you got added to a groupchat with him in it

he liked the memes you sent so he dmed you

got caught off guard when you started flirting w him a few days later

“hahahah”

just went w it

until you started being more and more flirtatious w him

he asked if you had a crush on him

after you said yes and asked to go out w him

things got pretty serious

he sent you lots of flirty messages

uses heart emojis in almost every text

asks you what time it is where you are all the time

bcs

timezones

wants to meet you one day

but lowkey he’d freak out if he met you

sometimes you send him photos of your outfits

he doesn’t tell you but

he looks forward to you sending him photos

bcs he thinks you’re cute

and he freaks out when you do send him photos

“you’re driving me crazy y/n hahahaha”

< RENJUN >

met you in a random comment section

you were arguing in that comment section over something stupid

he took it to the dms

but after viewing your profile

he saw a pic of you that you posted

started beinf nice to you after he noticed that you were cute

went from “YOU’RE SO DUMB” to “okay but i still think you’re wrong”

you thought you guys were done talking

until you posted a pic of yourself a few weeks later

and he liked it

and dmed you “hello can we start over again”

after a few weeks

you guys were still talking

and you developed a crush on him

one day you asked if he had an s/o

and he said “no, would you like to apply for the position?”

needless to say you guys were official

as far as your relationship goes

you get kinda insecure

bcs you’re like 3,000 miles away from him

and you didn’t want him to find someone else

he’d reassure you by saying

“i don’t think i’d fall in love with anyone else, y/n, it’s kind of exhausting :P”

so yeah

he’s a pain in the butt

< JENO >

i already did a fic on (sort of) long distance bf jeno!!

read here

< HAECHAN >

met you on a discord server

and he’d go on a call w you almost everyday

you guys also played games together

he’d say some flirtatious things during calls

and give you special treatment when you were playing games with him and his friends

he didn’t notice until johnny pointed it out

and after you had to leave the call

he thought about it for like an hour

and he realized

he likes you

the next day while you guys were on a call

he told you everything

“i know we’re so far away but i like you so much and i don’t care about the distance :((“

you started dating after he confessed

honestly he treats you the same way he did before you guys got together

but when his friends teased him for giving you special treatment

he’d always say

“whatever, you guys are just jealous i’m the best boyfriend ever”

< JAEMIN >

met you on a dating app

used a really cheesy pickup line

honestly you didn’t think you guys were compatible at first

until you started talking to him more

and you realized he was really sweet

he sends you good morning and goodnight texts everyday

even if you guys are in different timezones

he’d wait for it to be morning or night for you

even though you told him not to bcs you felt bad keeping him up

he also had your country on the clock app on your phone

and the weather app

“its cold where you are, y/n, you better cover up >:)”

for your anniversary he calls a local florist in your country

and delivers flowers to your house

“so glad you liked the flowers love <33”

hfjfjdjfjf

sends you photos of him sometimes

and lots of wholesome memes

“me & who? me & you <3”

lots of “i wish i were there rn :(” texts

cheesy but so cute hdhfjdjfj

< CHENLE >

you already knew each other

because you went to high school together

but you moved after that

and about a year after you moved

he found your account

and dmed you

you talked until he asked you for you zodiac sign

“our signs are compatible, y’know <3”

after that you started getting flustered by his messages

legs swinging and all that good stuff

you waited for him to text you every day

because you didn’t want him to think you were desperate

but every time you waited a few minutes to answer his message

he’d spam you

“y/n”, “y/n l/n”, “BRO”, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANSWER ME :((“

so yeah that was reassuring

after you guys do get into a relationship

he’d start sending gifts to your house

everytime you talked about smth you wanted

he’d buy it from amazon

and would wait for your reaction a few days later

“anything for you, y/n >:D”

< JISUNG >

like renjun he met you in a comment section

but it was a more cute interaction

“@y/n you’re so cute 🥺”

you dmed him bcs

its jisung ofc you’re gonna dm him

he was so cute

uses lots of emoticons

likes when you go off on tangents and talk about yourself

he talks about you a bunch

to his friends and family

his family tried to discourage him from talking to you

bcs you’re pretty far away

but he doesn’t really care

he sends you videos and pics of him throughout the day

one day he sent you this really pretty video of him

he was just out of the shower and his hair was wet

and he just looked really pretty

hdbhdjfjd

im going off on a tangent

anyway

he liked sending you videos because you complimented him all the time

also

you had a lot of late night convos

“i wanna see you in person one day, y/n”

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

tysm for reading !! i hope you enjoyed, sorry for the lack of posts lately :(( i’ve been on sort of a writing block so i’m trying to get back to my old schedule:) pls send requests via asks or dms !! :)

~ with love, huangbae :)

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marinetteplztakeabreak · 4 years ago

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ML Lies Episode Predictions:

There’s Two?? (don’t trust my math) more days before lies completely destroys me, so I’m going to make some predictions, and by predictions I mean wishlist. My walls are already up, so if none of these happen I won’t be disappointed, but also a girl can dream: (this is somehow 1700 entire words long because I have a lot of feelings, so it’s under a cut, you’re welcome)

—Adrien and Kagami’s are secretly dating: please I want it so bad, I’ve talked about this so much and emotionally I need it!! At the very least I want them to sneak out together so so bad I’d cry. But also, if they’re hiding it from their other friends for whatever reason, thats SUCH good angst potential.

—If we get to see some kinda montage of them sneaking out??? Id ride that high for months. Even just one actual example of them working together to sneak out would obliterate me. Like, how it shows Kagami sneaking out to go to the game in Ikari Gozen?? I’d cry

—The breakup happens as a direct result of it being a secret relationship: this would be SUCH a good parallel to lukanette. Lukanette broke up because Luka wanted Marinette to be more open with him and he hated being in the dark, so just, the parallels if Adrien wants to be more open about adrimi and Kagami is like “you dont understand, if your dad finds out about us he will end this immediately” but Adrien wants to believe that its going to be okay and no one will react badly? I’m probably explaining this badly and I’ll try to explain it better later I just,,, want parallels and opposites and truth v lies and hhhhh

—Fencing??? Friendly/ affectionate competition??? Them being idiot jocks in love??? Please??? I want to see them compete!!

—I’d love to see Kagami character growth + Adrimi relationship development!!! I want her to love herself more and be more comfortable around him!!!

—Specifically, if there was a parallel to Riposte,, and Adrien beat Kagami in a fencing match and Kagami was like “Oh nice!! :D good game!” I’d be so happy I’d cry!! And it’s kinda implied by Chat Blanc that they’re already there in there relationship?? But not confirmed?? So if I saw it or saw confirmation of it I’d cry!!

—in one of the released photos it looked like they were holding hands??? And at this point my expectations are so low I don’t even trust it yet but blease,,, let them hold hands,, i’d cry of joy

—If Adrien is also constantly leaving and disappearing due to akuma responsibilities, I want it to read SUPER differently from the Lukanette because I love parallels/foils!! Marinette disappears on her dates with Luka and its just “oh marinette is really distracted and busy and frazzled” but I dont think Adrimi but be loke that at all!!! Because as far as Kagami knows, she has the same backstory/current story as Adrien. She’s risking a lot by sneaking out to go on dates with him?? So Adrien seeing an akuma and being like “oh sorry father is calling” isnt even suspicious or anything??? Its 100% believable!!! If her mother called she’d immediately be like “oh fricking heck i Need To Leave this instant immediately.” So its less “Adrien doesnt care about her” and more of just twisting the knife and reminding her that life doesnt want them to be together and Adrien is never going to be free!!! Big ouch to her heart!!!

—also I want!!!! Them!!! To talk about their feelings!!! Because parallels to truth!!! Adrien is like “sorry I have to go” and Kagami is like “oh I hate that so much” and Adrien is like “big same.” (Also idk how realistic this is but I’d love it if ‘Kagami talking about her feelings’ wasn’t the cause of strife in their relationship!! Like, she talks about how she feels and when she’s upset and Adrien is like “yeah me too” and they’re just,, good bros)

—I need them to stay friends after the breakup, i need it i need it i need it!!! And the whole issue is!! I feel like the main reason they’d date is to try and hang out more?!?? So if the breakup was actually them talking to each other and being like “hey so this isnt working with sneaking out, we’re going to need to go back to the way it was before,” rather than them saying they were bad for each other???? Hoo boy i’d lose my mind

—Also!!! My favorite prediction, I’d die of joy if this happened (and also of angst). I want there to be so much drama with “secret relatinship” stuff that they try to fix it by going public with their relationship!! Very low chance of this actually happening but its okay if it doesnt, thats what the fanfiction I’m inevitably going to write immediately after watching the episode is for!!! But anyway,, multiple ways this could happen.

Maybe they’ve been secretly dating since Miracle Queen and they decide to go public at the beginning of this episode and that’s the primary source of plot/conflcit!!! I’d be thrilled!!!

BUT!!! if the episode ends with then Not Breaking Up, but instead deciding to go from dating secretly to dating publicly???? Holy Freaking Heck,,, I’d go feral with emotion!!!! I also need to expand on this so much more but basic rundown of how I imagine it could happen (again: Is it likely?? Probably not! but this is my last chance to dream):

Kagami is like “listen we have the same backstory and I KNOW in my soul that this relationship wouldn’t work if it was public”

Adrien is like “okay yeah I feel you, thats fair”

Kagami goes on dates with Adrien and its fun and nice and lovely and the honeymoon phase is so good and exciting

Adrien starts disappearing a lot, partly because of akuma attacks, but partly because of nathalie and gabe calling him constantly

Adrien starts to be like “well actually i think that my dad does care about me probably? And if he knew why I wanted to go he’d let me! Or at least Nathalie would because clearly she cares about me!”

Kagami is like “hhhnngg have you met them?? You think they’d want you to be happy and free??” Except she can’t just SAY that because if she did then she’d be crushing Adrien’s entire heart and possibly also making him get really defensive and he has to come to the conclusion that his parents are good on his own

Kagami also starts to get frustrated with how much more often Adrien has to leave than she does?? And its because of akuma attacks but she doesnt know that and he cant tell her

Adrien starts to get frustrated because he can take the “having to leave for akuma attacks” part but when he finally finishes an akuma battle and Natalie immediately calls him it is just aaaaaAAAAAAAA and he just wants to believe so badly that he could at least take control of that part??? He could at least get Nathalie to help him out??? Probably maybe right???

Because we all know he HATES having to keep secrets from Ladybug, but he’ll do it for her, and he’ll keep his life as Chat a secret, but Kagami??? He should at least be able to talk about that, right?? He’s not doing anything bad/dangerous/etc

Also there could very well be some angst with Adrien being so so worried about Nathalie because she’s bedridden and his dad is being sketchy and he’s SEEN this before and he doesn’t want to be avoiding Natalie or lying to her because what if he loses her too??? He’d feel so guilty! And he needs the support of a parent figure so much,,, so he HAS to tell her the truth

But he respects Kagami’s wishes and he’s not going to betray her trust

But unlike Lukanette, they DO talk about their feelings and they disagree and stuff, and even if he’s trying not to be confrontational, Kagami is like “i can tell youre uncomfortable about something, please just tell me what it is” so he tells her that he disagrees

Kagami gets akumatized?? idk if it’s even been confirmed that she’s the akuma “Lies” but I’d assume she is because parallels to Lukanette

Maybe it happens as a direct result of some moment where Kagami and Adrien are arguing and in the heat of the moment he says something hurtful??

Maybe they’re arguing and then Adrien has to leave before it can resolve and Kagami is mad about it even though shes trying not to be and she gets akumatized???

Maybe she does say something like “bc your dad sucks and nathalie sucks!” and he yells or something (i want to see Adrien yell and be flawed let me live, and this is one of the most likely scenerios for it to happen bc it would HURT for him)

Maybe Kagami shoots back with anger, maybe Adrien’s been calm but Kagami gets mean for a moment, but regardless, Kagami says something about her true feelings of anger at nathalie/gabe/ etc and before Adrien can respond he’s like “oh shoot sorry I need to get home NOW”

Then for one brief second Kagami’s TERRIFIED that he’s going to tell nathalie about this in his anger and then nathalie’s going to be like “oh kagami is clearly bad for you because she made u this upset” and Adrien will LISTEN because hes stupid and he still listens to his horrible adult figures and Kagami is so mad about the entire situation so then in her moment of weakness she gets akumatized

Look at that its a direct opposite of Lukanette because Luka was afraid of Marinette keeping secrets about why she’s always vanishing because he doesnt know and Kagami is afraid of Adrien telling secrets about why HEs always vanishing bc she thinks she does know,,

But anyway, after she gets de-akumatized, she’s so ashamed of it and she can see how far she took it and how many people it hurt,, and Adrien is really sad and apologetic and trying to support her,, and she’s like “no clearly I was actually wrong, keeping this a secret is hurting you and its hurting me and now its hurting random civilians”

So she tells Adrien that they should tell people about it and stop dating in secret

And then multiple possible ending:

Does he say “actually no, youre right, they wouldnt let this happen, so if we cant date in public and dating in secret is hurting us then we shouldnt date at all” and thats how the breakup goes??? That would literally obliterate me

Does the episode end on a false positive where Adrien hasnt told them yet and he is like “yeah this is gonna be great” and there isnt an actual breakup yet?? Because that would also kill me (even though i doubt theyre going to let adrimi take up that much time in the show but, let me dream)

Also if Adrien is like “we shouldnt tell my parents but we should tell someone” and then they tell Marinette and now shes got ANOTHER secret to keep and aaaaaaaAAAAA?? Id die on the spot

I’m still holding out hope that the episode will give me enough crumbs to at least be able to write this better, but regardless of what happens in the episode,,, the chances of me eventually writing fanfiction exploring this are SO HIGH, I’ve been thinking about this for ages

In conclusion:

—no matter what happens in lies, its going to destroy me

—please let them be in a secret relationship it makes so much sense for their characters and for the drama and aaaaAAAAA

—also please give me the parallels to lukanette where their issues are exactly the opposite and it still falls apart

Thank you for your time, I’ll be excitedly vibrating at the speed of sound for the next two days until we get answers!! Depending on how the episode goes, I’ll either be writing so much adrimi fluff to recover,, so much adrimi angst to vent,, or I’ll be staring at the ceiling screaming for a few days as I post nothing but keysmashes and try to sort through my emotions :)

#lies #ml lies #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #ml spoilers #ml leaks #those are both super minor but i just want yo guve fair warning #ml theories #adrimi #adrigami #predictions #ml #long post #angst

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alinnsurana · 3 years ago

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39 + camairi? or 39 + ship of your choosing bc it's a good prompt either way and i'm interested to see what u would do with it? 👀

So I went feral and wrote for me and @jupiterjunebug motw ocs Koz and Thatcher lets pretend this didn’t sit in my inbox for a Year

“Having a bad day and the other noticing”

Koz sat bolt upright in his bed. A cold sweat stuck to his skin. He felt around blindly for his phone. He pulled it to his ear, he needed to hear his voice, some assurance that what he’d just seen wasn’t real. He could still smell blood.

“Please tell me I didn’t kill you.” He whispered into the phone as it rang.

Thatcher picked up, voice groggy, “Koz? What- what’s goin’ on man?”

“Are you alright?” Koz asked, panic in his voice.

“Huh? Yeah, I- I’m fine man are, are you good though? You sound a little freaked.”

“I just uh-” He blushed, “it’ll sound stupid if I say it out loud.”

“Broo you know I hate when you do that negative self-talk shit!”

“Sorry sorry I just, I had...a dream.”

“What happened?”

“It was NASA again, when I- when I had to shoot Laurence.”

“Shit.”

“Except, it wasn’t Laurence I had to shoot��”

Thatcher made a go on noise,

“It was you. So I woke up and, and had to make sure you were. I had to make sure you were okay, I told you it was stupid.” Koz feels the shame burning in his cheeks, what kind of grown man couldn’t tell reality from a nightmare?

Thatcher made some small noise Koz couldn’t quite identify on the other end, “Dude, dude it’s not stupid. You’re not stupid.”

“Sorry I woke you I just, I needed to hear your voice,” Koz said meekly.

“You want to grab some coffee in the morning? You kinda sound like you could use a friend.”

“That- that would be great actually Thatcher, thanks a lot,” Koz said, his voice softening at the kindness of the offer.

“Of course, you’re my friend. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

“Yeah, friend,” Koz muttered, leave it to him to fall for a straight man once again.

“Well, I’ll uh, see you in the morning?” Thatcher offered.

“Looking forward to it, sleep well, David.”

“No one ever calls me that,” Thatcher said with a bit of tenderness in his tone.

“Yeah well, I think we’re at least on a first-name basis by now right?” Koz asked with a chuckle.

“I sure hope so, I don’t go around killing gods for just anyone!” Thatcher laughed.

“That was, that was for me?” Koz asked softly dumbfounded.

“I mean, yeah I- when they knocked you down like that I just. I saw fuckin’ red man.”

“I had no idea…” Koz trailed off.

He could practically hear Thatcher shrugging casually, as if killing a god for a man was something one did all the time, “Well now you do, and I’d do it again if I had to.”

“Here’s hoping you won’t have to till after we get our coffee tomorrow, see you around nine?”

“It’s a date! I mean- not a date date but like, I’ll be there? You know what I meant.”

Koz ignored the sting in his chest, “Yeah, yeah I know what you meant.”

#replies #oc tag #koz #kosmos moonbeam #david thatcher #katcher #my writing #my fic #ohsweetflips

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notfeelingthyaster · 4 years ago

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Imagine (based on the incomplete fanfic Son of the Underworld) (Son of Hades! Percy AU) (5/5) or (5/10)

Hey so, this is the last part of PJO - I follow into HOO, so before you read this, check on the masterpost - and read the warnings before proceeding :)) Good reading!

Annabeth comes to him, at the end of his fifteenth birthday party, and shows her Daedalus laptop. There's a document open in it, and it's labeled Achilles' Curse.

Percy doesn't read it - he hates reading, in any way or form or language - but she does, out loud.

"I'll think about it"

They have a year. Most of them, even those who aren't year-rounders, are going back to camp, to draw battle plans and stock on the armory.

He feels kinda selfish - for a whole five seconds before he remembers he'll probably die next summer, so he just shrugs it off - Percy deserves this year.

They all leave to go back to camp. Nico seems conflicted over something - but Perseus doesn't question it, there's enough bad blood between them.

Paola is really cool - and Sally really loves her. It's kind of bizarre at first, to see his Mom dating his teacher - and of a subject he hates - but Paola is calm and well-tempered and she laughs at his stupid ass jokes.

He visits Persephone afterward - and it really feels like he has three moms to fulfill his lack of a father - well, he is absolutely grateful for the women in his life.

Percy isn't truly in good terms with his father. The man doesn't really seem to care much for him as a person - he is much more of a trophy son.

Perseus loathes being a trophy son, but at least he has someone to help with his powers - not something a lot of half-bloods can claim.

So he goes back to school with Rachel, and they pretend everything is normal. He tells her about his quests - all three of them. He thinks she understands him better now.

He opens up to her. Tells her about Annabeth - the adrenaline-fueled kiss - and Rachel stops talking with him for a week.

She apologizes when she comes back. She needed to figure some things up - firstly, the redhead tells him she is probably asexual - and maybe aromantic too, but she is not certain because the internet wasn't really clear about that.

Then Rachel confesses that she is not jealous of him in a romantic way - she is envious of his friendship with Annabeth. Percy is her first genuine friend that really appreciates her.

This is the first grudge Perseus lets go for real before it even takes place - Rachel didn't leave him because of teenage drama, she ignored him out of confusion. Everyone is allowed space - he knows this better than anyone.

They don't kiss anymore. Not because Rachel doesn't like it - no, she is all for it - but because Percy is starting to think kisses should mean something - he is saving them.

They kiss once - when Rachel father calls for the first time this year - not to ask about her, but to tell Rachel he found this amazing all-girls school. To Percy, kisses mean comfort.

They cuddle a lot, though. These past few years of fear have made Percy very touch-starved.

It's sophomore year - and Percy is in five AP classes: Macroeconomics&Microeconomics, Statistics, Calculus AB, Physics 1, and Comparative Government and Politics.

He is planning on taking both AP Computer Science classes, Psychology, Physics 2, and Calculus BC next year; leaving only Electricity&Magnetism, Mechanics, Chemistry, and World History for his senior year.

If he lives, he is working on a tight schedule here. He doesn't know what he wants yet - and if he is in constant danger, it's already pretty lucky he can do high school - but probably something with Math.

Rachel says fourteen AP courses are ambitious - that he'll burn out. But math comes to him easily enough - it's in his blood.

She is also overworking: She is taking AP Environmental Studies, Art History, Drawing, 2-D Art and Design, and English Literature and Composition.

They complete each other. Rachel is planning on taking as many Art, History, and English courses as she can - he is taking as many Physics, Math, and Science as he can handle.

(She is also going to take on Japanese studies for some reason - probably for her GPA, but Perseus just teases her that she is getting too invested in anime)

Perseus doesn't care about languages anymore - the only languages that matter to him are C++ and JavaScript now.

They study together, they take naps together, they climb to the roof together, they flee school to visit Sally together - he is the Pinky to her Brain, the Scooby to her Shaggy, the Lois Lane to her Superman, the Robin to her Batman.

They look like troublemakers - They are honor roll students, but she is always with ripped pants dirty with paint, and he is always full of flowers everywhere, even in his muddy converses - a cliche to kill all cliches.

They're both nerds - he is the classic one, all polo shirts now, the first chair for every number-related class - and she is the artsy one - there's a brush behind her ear and her hair is so messy that half the time it covers her face.

Paola gifts him a pair of cheap frames without lenses once - saying it adds to the aesthetic - he totally uses them.

Persephone just makes him flower-crowns, and giggles when he matches them with his polo shirts.

When winter comes, he goes back to his hoodies and sweaters and gloves - to find out he doesn't miss them a lot.

Rachel introduces him to polaroids - and they look eerily pretty in the winter, her hair looking like blood spilling over the snow - and he loves it.

If he survives - he can feel Rachel slapping him - when he survives, his college credits will be remarkable. The idea of doing SATs makes him want to cry - reading always does - but he'll get somewhere good - he knows it. Perhaps Stanford. Or NYU. Or the dream of his life, MIT.

He is living his life to the fullest - he starts reading comic books, he gets really (really) into Tony Stark once Iron Man 1 comes out (even if he has to kill at least three monsters just to go to the movies), he plants trees and Rachel starts teaching him how to play her ukulele - but half his mind is still on the upcoming war.

Christmas vacation comes - and he goes to visit Camp Half-Blood, before heading back to his mom. It's quite memorable, if only by the fact that Nico Di Angelo freaking betrays him.

He tells Percy to come to the Winter Solstice with him. Most of the campers are not going - the war effort is in an all-time high - but Percy has never gone before. Hades will be there - it'll be great!

Perseus should absolutely be less surprised with the outcome - seeing that Nico is inviting him in Cabin 1, post-dinner, and they don't even stop to talk to Chiron about it.

But Percy goes. Because Percy wants to make amends.

There's no time to really talk to anyone. They travel in Blackjack for the Empire State Building - and it's fine.

They go up to Olympus, Nico shows him everything in the god's land, the temples are a work of art, if not kind of old, and the meeting is kind of okay, even if the gods are squabbling children.

Then the gods leave, and Perseus thinks they're leaving too.

"My father needs a word with you"

Perseus feels the betrayal claw on him. There are no shadows in the white hall, there's no way for him to escape. Nico looks apologetic - Percy wants to clock him in the face.

"He promised to tell me more about my mother" Nico pleads "He will tell me more about where I've come from. Please, Percy."

Nico is cute. He is, for a soon-to-be fourteen-year-old. But his pretty face and exquisite white eyes don't make him any less of a freaking liar. All his handsome male straight friends betray him - it's a worrying pattern now.

He muses for a second that they also all have a crush on Annabeth - gods, the blonde attract the worst types.

It's double-crossing - Percy ends up in an all-white cell that burns his retinas without any weapons because Zeus wants praise in the middle of this freaking war - doesn't matter if a hundred demigods die, if he only has the glory.

Nico ends up with barely any information - Zeus didn't promise anything. The god of the skies is a lying-ass motherfucker - literally.

And Zeus justifies it - He says Perseus is a criminal because he awakened Typhon. So Hephaestus issues a quest so he can save a hundred demigods, he destroys a powerful titan weapon of doom, and he is the villain? Sure, Jan.

Perseus writes this grudge in his heart - that's where trust will take you. To a cell. Betrayed by a "friend". Again.

He flinches when Nico comes into his cell, pins him to the wall and promptly begins to try and strangle him. He wants to melt in the boy's shadow - to go and never give him a chance to explain - but he looks so guilty Percy waits for his repentance.

The son of Zeus saves him, but Perseus is still pissed off. The god of thunder has threatened to kill him off at least two times now, what is to say he wouldn't have killed off Percy for the sake of glory?

He half hopes Zeus had killed him off. The war is close, too close - Nico wouldn't be the Prophecy's child. There would be no child. Olympus would fall - and Percy would have seen it all from his very comfortable couch in Elysium.

He wants Kronos gone - but he kind of wants Olympus to fall with the Titan.

Nico flies him down to the Earth - the elevator is monitored. Zeus has left, like many others - not to bother with the war effort against his main enemy, but to go to the human world mess with people.

Some gods are doing something - He has heard from Annabeth that Artemis is leading the widest hunt ever, with her brother by her side; Hermes (with Hephaestus help) is delivering Celestial Bronze, other metals, old schematics and a whole lot of fuel to Camp Half-Blood every few weeks; Poseidon is fighting his own war, in the ocean; Dionysus is at Camp - and this time, he is really helpful with the battle formations; Demeter is on the Underworld - Chiron seems to think his father is preparing for war, but Percy sorely doubts it.

Percy is taking some people with him to Sally's Christmas dinner. Just Annabeth, Clarisse, Rachel, Connor, Travis, and Charles - people who don't have a present family to celebrate it with.

Grover is coordinating the dryads up in San Francisco with his second cousin, Gleeson Hedge - they are the first to fall if anything goes wrong in Mt. Othrys.

"I think you should stay." He tells Nico.

"You don't trust me anymore." It's not actually a question.

Percy doesn't trust the boy. Not at all - it's the third time he does something shady to achieve his ends based on emotional turmoil. But he is a good person - it's just his father's cursed temper and his grief.

"It's not that. You're needed for the war effort."

Both of them know it's a lie. Percy doesn't care - he deserves to be bitter a little longer.

Percy goes back home. Christmas is amazing - even if Rachel asks him where Nico is because he is talking about making amends with the boy for a while now.

He goes visit Persephone - but she is occupied, so he wanders through the Underworld after Bianca di Angelo - someone he, for some reason, never been able to reach. It's a pointless endeavor by now.

He finds her. Or else, he finds a shadow of her - she is blocked from his view. Bianca doesn't talk to him - they weren't close - but she guides him to a girl.

Her name is Hazel Levesque.

She seems lost - like most ghosts - but something in Percy calls for her. It's the color of her skin and the sparkle in her golden eyes - Hazel remembers him of himself.

He promises to visit more - even though he doesn't think she'll remember it - and leaves to go back to the surface - he will finish the sophomore year.

And Percy does. After a very distressing break, he is doing his best. His grades drop a little in English because he can barely focus - half his mind is on the war and Nico's betrayal and Hazel Levesque's golden eyes.

Miraculously, his GPA doesn't fall - he still is taking a ridiculous amount of AP classes, and barely has time to breathe - dark circles grow under his eyes, and he looks like a mess - but now he is a Junior.

That's why, as soon as the year ends, Rachel takes him on a road trip with Connor. They go all the way to Boston, then Portland, Quebec, Montreal, Ottawa, Syracuse, Baltimore, and Filadelfia, before going back to NY.

They are stopped five times by the police - because Percy is black, and it's Rachel driving the Camaro, because she has a learner's permit and Connor is, somehow, an approved license holder.

They are on a pier, enjoying the view of the beach. They did the last week alone because Connor wanted to go check on one of his cousins - at least, that's what he said, with an over-exaggerated wink that both Percy and Rachel ignored for the sake of their sanity.

She tells him about Clarion Ladies Academy - but that her father is at least mildly happy with her GPA this year, even if he disapproves of her Art focused AP classes. Percy thinks Mr. Dare would love him, with his APs on Economics and Politics, if only he was rich. And white.

This time, when Charles Beckendorf arrives in a Pegasus to tell him it's time, Rachel doesn't kiss him - she justs hugs him and makes him promise to call her.

Perseus doesn't go to the Andromeda Ship - he is needed in Camp. He is useless on the water - but they do need him to improve battle strategy.

Charles Beckendorf is dead. Thalia is the one to tell them - she was in her father's palace helping with a monster under her Lady's orders - he went on the mission alone.

Percy talks briefly with Beckendorf's ghost - is his worst developed power, and he can barely hold the "seance" for more than a few minutes. He does it with only Nico di Angelo for witness - the others are the way to close to the situation.

There's a spy passing information to Luke.

They look at him. Doesn't matter how much he does, he is always the first suspect - he is a son of Hades. He was friends with a lot of people on the other side. He was gone for a year and a half, who knows where.

Perseus wants to say that he has helped to save their asses four times now - that without him in the Labyrinth, they would all be dead right now - and that Charles was basically his older brother.

Then he points out he wasn't even here - he had no idea of any plans of anything - and he told him about the spy, so he is not the freaking spy, go point fingers at each other instead of him.

When they start yelling, he stops them - this is not the time, he was just angry at their accusations. They have to burn Charles shroud. Silena is inconsolable - Percy is not very far from it, but he is not a public crier. The last time he cried in public, Luke was dead on a cliff.

Percy speeds up the line for Elysium to Beckendorf - his brother deserves it.

They read the prophecy together - Perseus already read it last summer, he doesn't even care anymore. They look at him anxiously - no one has forgotten that he abhors most of the gods.

Clarisse and Michael Yew fight, but Lee Fletcher - with a mechanical arm built by Beckendorf himself, still re-learning how to shoot arrows and forever incapable of playing the guitar again (but the keyboard is not ruled out yet) - stops them: They can share the chariot. The war is more important - is not the time for petty fights.

Chiron shows them Typhon - and Perseus has a sliver of hope that they can destroy Kronos and be free of the gods at the same time - It's a horrible hope, because he loves Persephone and some of them are even okay sometimes, but he really wants Zeus to go to Tartarus for at least a century, so Perseus doesn't meet him again in this life.

But he also wants the gods to win, because there's a lot of dead people - innocents, people who have nothing to do with this war.

He dreams of Rachel. Rachel is painting Luke - and Percy wakes up crying, for the boy the gods took away.

Annabeth takes him aside and reminds him of Achilles' Curse. He is off to May Castellan's house - the last place Luke has been - for it's his best and only chance, its what Annie thinks. And she is scarcely wrong.

Perseus hates the gods. They wrecked a family - and for what? May Castellan - forever waiting for a son that will never come back, haunted by visions of his future, plates of burned cookies everywhere.

Perseus doesn't pity her - he rages against the gods, who brought madness upon this woman and then left her to it. Where was Apollo, the god of health? Dionysus, who is supposed to control mental health? Artemis, whose job is to protect women?

Hestia is kind - but she is still a goddess. She could've prevented this - but she hides in her hearth and abstains - and that's enabling. Hestia enables the other gods to do as they please, even when she is the oldest. She says they ignore her - oh well, she ignores them right back! He has no time for the laments of another all-powerful being.

So he goes to his mother and asks for her blessing. Then, just to be sure, he asks Persephone's too.

He thinks about his anchor - where does he want it to be in his body. He doesn't want somewhere in his back - where he can't see it - or in his gut - where anyone can stick a sword. He settles for the bottom of his back - where he can at least touch it and it's well protected by armor - and dives.

Perseus hates water - and he has an uncanny fear of drowning. He feels pain - everywhere, horrible pain.

His vision now doesn't have Annabeth's face - the blonde is his link to the demigod world, Persephone is his link to the Underworld and his mom is his link to childhood - but the person who grounds him is Rachel.

He is stronger. He feel his powers at his fingertips - Perseus feels the Underworld as a whole, and it's overwhelming.

Green flames explode from his hands. Flowers made of shadows curve around his ankles - he has been training since he was 12, but now his body can sustain all of his power. This is all his.

He goes meet with his father - Perseus manipulates him. He tells Hades he'll be the hero, but the god himself can be praised for more than being his father. That he should join the battle against Typhon - That's his chance of proving himself. Also, there's less paperwork for him if there are fewer dead people.

His father is amused with his blatant bribing, but he thinks about it, Percy can tell. In a way or another, he excuses himself and goes back to the surface where he is needed.

Persephone stalls him. She asks him to stay, just for this night. He can go back in the morning - he sleeps, and dreams of Rachel again, drawing in the sand. In greek.

He is scared for her - she is having demigod dreams, but she is mortal. Something is wrong.

Typhon is getting worse - and Kronos draws closer to NYC. It's time - he calls for Blackjack and leaves - Mrs. O'Leary, who has become more or less of a mother to his own hellhound, follows. Persephone promises to convince Hades.

They have about sixty campers able to fight heading for the Empire State Building, and five healers. The ones too young to lift a sword or string a bow stayed back at Camp with Argus - fifteen children between 5 and 9 years old.

Percy knows he looks different - he looks just like his father. He has gained a godly aura - he has no scars anymore, no imperfections. Perseus looms over all of them - he went from 5'7'' to 6'2'' - it's a weird view, from up there. It's still strange when they look at him with a mix of fear and admiration.

Perseus Jackson is officially their leader. He hates Olympus - but he will give his life to defend every single one of his demigods.

The vision Hestia shows him just makes him want to tear this throne room with his bare hands - Luke was a kid. He was a kid - and the gods corrupted him. Thalia was a kid - and the gods took her life, twice. Annabeth is still a kid - they all are - and she is here planning battle strategies.

Annabeth missed an extra year of formal education - while Percy is a Junior, Annabeth barely qualifies for a Freshman - because the gods took this from her too.

Percy rages. The ground of Olympus trembles beneath him - he wants to kill something.

Then Hermes appears - like this whole war is not his fault in the first place, the literal bastard - just to relay a message from Athena that gives them a plan that Annabeth was already putting into works and tells Percy to stay away from Annabeth.

Like she cares. Like Athena has ever, ever, done anything for Annabeth.

Perseus can't punch Athena, so he punches the messager (also, because he freaking guilt trips both of them about Luke). He has nothing to lose - he is going to die by the end of the day anyway, and they need him too much.

He has punched a god before - Ares, in a desert in the middle of Los Angeles - but this time, it's satisfactory. He feels good after it.

Hermes seems strangely resigned - He feels guilty about Luke too, but Perseus doesn't think it's enough. It'll never be enough, not while the gods leave their children to rot in a cabin of rejects and May Castellan bakes cookies for a son that will never come back.

Hermes leaves, ashamed. It's only fair, Perseus thinks. They all should be ashamed.

They see the city asleep - the prophecy is in the works.

Perseus executes their strategy - every cabin is covering a tunnel, with the exception of Dionysus, because Pollux is with the Demeter kids, and the Hecate kids stay behind to use spells to overlook the city. Lincoln Tunnel is getting covered by Ares - who, this time around, is actively participating.

The undetermined who didn't desert are with Hermes - and the minor god's children are divided by specialty - most Hypnos and Morpheus children follow him directly, but the two sons of Iris go with the Apollo Cabin.

Annabeth executes Plan 23, automatons, mounting on Mrs. O'Leary (who has strict orders to take Annabeth anywhere she wants without stopping to play around) - she doesn't need his help with this, and Percy has a tunnel to defend.

That left the rivers uncovered - until Thalia appears, with magical sand money, and made the rivers cooperate.

The hunters join the Aphrodite kids - who are half a dozen children between 11 and 19 - the oldest being Silena Beauregard, who uses a crossbow that looks exactly like her immortal half-brother's one.

His bridge is completely covered on skeletons - but no monster comes, even if he hears explosions. He leaves an English Lieutenant from the Battle of Yorktown in command of the bridge - with Tyene, the oldest daughter of Morpheus, to be in alert and don't let Clovis sleep through the battle. Because he did it before - and while it is funny, it can't happen right now.

Perseus mounts Blackjack - and go see where the noise is coming from. It's the Williamsburg Bridge - where are most of Apollo's Cabin.

They fight - and Percy almost cries when he sees Luke, who is not Luke anymore. Luke, who is a puppet controlled by Kronos.

Perseus kills the Minotaur and the weight of his stone spikes collapse the bridge - and Michael Yew dies. This time around, the bridge falls silently into shadows, and he doesn't bother about searching for the corpse - he saw the boy falling, and his screams will haunt all of them, forever.

This time around, Annabeth is not there to protect him - Ethan also doesn't try to kill him. The Son of Nemesis doesn't leave Kronos side for a second - but there's regret in his eyes.

After the bloodlust is gone, Perseus collapses - Will has to bride carry him back. Overuse of his powers - he summoned skeletons and produced shadows, melted enemy swords (with the bonus of incapacitating them without killing), and sprouted stone spikes everywhere - there's even a vine or ten that he used to hold his friends from falling.

Perseus doesn't sleep quickly enough to not hear the yell of anguish that comes from Lee Fletcher - the pain of losing a brother and not being able to fight beside him.

But he does sleep - and he dreams. He dreams of Hades killing Maria Di Angelo, not Hera, like Zeus told Nico. He dreams of Zeus cursing the Oracle - and he seethes, because he also sees what happened to May Castellan.

He keeps getting angrier and angrier at the gods - it's building inside of him. But his friends are still here, still fragile. He can't let them suffer more.

Perseus wakes up, checks on everyone - most everyone is either injured and/or exhausted, but he checks on every camper. He knows all of their names, their ages, their cabins. - and promises to sit up to talk with Thalia and Nico - war makes him prone to peace - and promptly goes back to sleep.

He dreams of Rachel. He wants to scream for her not to come: but she'll anyway.

Perseus dreams of a boy. He is his age - maybe a little younger. His hair is blonde and his skin is whiter - but Percy glances at his eyes, and there are waves in them.

There's a girl by his side - she is familiar to Percy, somehow. They're climbing a mountain.

The dream ends and Percy can't make heads or tails of it. He asks Thalia if she has a brother, but she says that she doesn't, looking wistful.

Prometheus is tempting - but he knows there's no Luke anymore, there's only Kronos. And the gods are horrible, vile and immature - but they never killed any of Percy's friends. Some of them died for the gods - but never by their hands, so for now, Perseus would toe the line.

He does want to punch Hermes again. He takes the Pythos - if everything goes wrong, he will not hesitate in going down for the sake of his friends - but there have been six deaths, and it's enough.

"Was it worth it?" He asks Ethan.

"Alabaster is alive" And it's all the answer Percy needs.

He dreams of Ethan and Alabaster. Alabaster is alive, yes, but he is missing half a leg - courtesy of Clarisse herself. Luke - Kronos - is indifferent, and Ethan curses the daughter of Ares - "The sword that took from us will take from you"

He contains Hyperion with his shadows. Then he helps Grover (who was half asleep, because of Morpheus) to make the Titan into a tree. It's a pomegranate tree - then he sets hellish fire to it and sacrifices it to Hades and Persephone.

A pig is in the sky - this time around, Annabeth and her frightening army of automatons kill it with Nico's help.

Perseus laughs - because Annabeth has about two hundred automatons under her command, Martin Luther King and Alexander Hamilton leading the charge with a giant bull being ridden by the Mad Hatter behind them.

It's weird to see historic figures Percy admires - like Jane Bolin, Sylvia Mendez, or Abraham Lincoln - fighting alongside people he downright despises - Thomas Jefferson and the goatfucker, herpes-ridden, Colombus. His Comparative Government teacher would have a field day.

Annabeth and Nico's pair up is amazing - They fight alongside like they have been doing it all life.

Nico is a force of nature, flying and commanding the winds to do his bidding - His eyes shine in the midst of the stormy clouds. His specialty is weather manipulation - he hasn't had much success with direct energy or electric discharges.

Annabeth has her mother's tenacity for war - and her clever mind for strategies. It's clear in her eyes - she is racking the weaker points of the Clazmonian Sow in her mind and destroying it. The automatons hold the pig in place - and she makes bacon of it.

Hercules couldn't do it. Nico and Annabeth can, because they have the power and the mind.

Perseus is still fighting off monsters - but they're too widespread, so they retreat to the doors of the Empire State Building.

Percy does a mental tally: of sixty-two campers, six are confirmed dead, twenty are injured and nine are out of commission on exhaustion. There should be 27 orange shirts here - but there's only twenty.

Percy wonders if the seven missing are injured, or dead, or under a pile of rubble somewhere with no one to help them. Is there someone being slowly eaten by monsters? Is there someone alone and injured and abandoned? He doesn't know.

He prays that those seven deserted them - at least that means they probably are alive and well.

Perseus looks at Phoebe's grief-stricken face, and he knows it's not probable - she had almost three dozen hunters with her, and now there's barely fifteen still fighting, Thalia nowhere to be seen.

They prepare for their last standing - Percy keeps conjuring skeletons, but they're no match for the sheer strength of the hyperborean giants. Nico is shoulder to shoulder with the Stoll brothers against a group of telkhines - Clarisse is bringing down a whole giant by herself.

After the Party Ponies save them - Chiron leads the charge against his own father, and Perseus is so proud of his mentor he can't even put in words how much - he goes to sleep. Fighting gets him tired quickly, and they'll come back.

He dreams of Dionysus. Perseus is not fond of any god who is not Persephone, but Dionysus is mostly okay sometimes. He seems to care about his children.

Perseus couldn't care less about the Western Civilization - but he'll care for Pollux. It's one of his demigods, after all, and Underworld people are possessive of theirs (i.e. Hades and Persephone).

He dreams of Thalia, in her father's palace, begging Poseidon to leave the underwater war and help with the invasion - His wife is none too happy with the presence of his immortal bastard daughter.

He wakes up to Rachel's helicopter falling - how is Rachel even awake, is a mistery.

The improbable pair Nico and Annabeth strike again: The girl knows how to fly helicopters, and the boy can fly himself. They save the redhead and the pilot - everything is fine.

"You're not the hero"

"Why did you risk yourself to tell me something I already know?"

Rachel doesn't explain - she can't. But she has a vision that says that he is not the hero. The hero of what? Perseus has no idea. But there's no way any of his cousins is dying for this stupid prophecy.

Suddenly, there's a drakon there. Rachel has another prophecy - Perseus fears she will walk the path that led May Castellan to destruction - that only a child of Ares will be able to kill it.

Bad news: All children of Ares are otherwise out of battle.

Clarisse is resting after a nasty concussion - and her brothers and Apollo's children are fighting yet again because Lee Fletcher is in no condition to stop them and Michael Yew is dead. Ares' side refuses to fight without the chariot - which Cabin 7 has hidden somewhere.

The best they can do is fend the drakon off until a miracle occurs. And it does: Clarisse, in full armor, manages to lead her brothers into battle.

Clarisse is dead. Something shatters inside of Perseus - and he leaves the drakon for the Ares' children to solve - he can't kill it anyway - and starts to vaporize the army behind it.

He is so caught up in bloodlust, that he almost misses Clarisse slaying a dragon. Clarisse, who has no armor. Clarisse, who is alive.

Ethan's curse rang true - Clarisse's weapon took something from her.

Silena is a traitor. She is also dead - which makes her a martyr, and probably going to reunite with her boyfriend in Elysium.

He remembers how easy is to fall for Luke's charm - he was - is - still in love with the guy. Percy thought the son of Hermes could do no wrong - and he wonders how much of his rage against the gods sprout from his influence.

Something evil inside of Perseus's mind tells him she deserved it. It tells Perseus that better her than Clarisse - but he shuts it down, and concentrates on his shining red friends.

He hates Ares. But he might just have an okay side if he can produce such a magnificent daughter.

Silena is the Patroclus to Clarisse's Achilles, and the Drakon is Hector - and the daughter of Ares is sure to parade its dead body.

It's the first time they feel like they are winning. It doesn't last - but as he hugs Clarisse tightly, he thinks he might cry of relief.

Clarisse looks tough - but she is a wonderful human being. She loves Silena with her whole heart - even more than she loves Chris, her best friend. Silena might've been in love with Charles - but she and Clarisse? They are soulmates.

The damned Pythos is following Perseus - and he is done with it. He knows where hope will survive best. Rachel wants him to give it to Hestia - but he owns the fire goddess nothing.

She has never interfered, not once, to help the dozens of demigods with no family that is abandoned in Cabin 11, and he won't forgive her for it.

He sacrifices hope to Persephone because that's what spring is. Spring is the hope of a new life. Maybe, Perseus thinks, it'll convince his father to come.

They go down to make their final stand against the forces of Kronos. There's not a lot of them - but they're not getting through those doors.

Well, his father doesn't come. But Poseidon does, with his whole army, Tyson and Thalia behind him, and the scales seem to turn.

And then Kronos cuts the barrier. Perseus can see his Mom (why is his Mom here with a handgun?!) and Poseidon fighting against the monsters under the eyes of extremely confused mortals.

Some are trying to break the barrier - but it's futile. Kronos has corraled them like sheep for the slaughter.

It's just him, Grover, Annabeth and Nico, fighting against Kronos vanguard - which is big, but not as strong as they are.

Kronos passes him without resistance - Ethan follows, but there's anger in his eyes - not for Percy, but for the monster he is leashed to. Alabaster is not there.

As soon as Kronos powers stop working on them, the four follow the titan - and some things never change, no matter the universe.

This time, it's Nico who falls because of Hera - it's her curse over all of her husband's bastards.

Ethan takes one look at Perseus, and they don't even need to fight. They have been friends for longer than they have been enemies - and they both loathe the gods, but Kronos is as much of an all-powerful controller being as any of the Olympians.

They battle against Kronos - Perseus has only his ax against his scyther - a true Underworld fight.

Ethan dies. And Perseus bloodlust consumes him - it clouds his eyes and he can only keep fighting.

"If... if we've had cabins... and they had thrones"

It's true, and more than ever, Perseus wishes Kronos wasn't such a bastard. He wouldn't bother killing the gods - but the titan is a way worse option.

"LUKE, PLEASE" It's Annabeth. He doesn't have her faith - she didn't saw his transformation. But he tries anyway because he loves Luke just as much as he hates Kronos.

"Luke, remember our summer" But his words are caught up in his throat when the titan throws him against the wall.

But the amalgamation of his friend and an all-powerful being looks confused, so props for his genius best friend.

Kronos shows them a rainbow message of Typhon - and that's where Perseus it's pretty sure he starts liking his father.

Because the Lord of the Dead opens up the earth and gets out in a black chariot guided by skeletal horses like a king. By his right side, is Persephone, in armor battle as a queen should be. By his left, is Demeter, who looks every single bit like the matron she is supposed to be.

Behind him, a hundred thousand dead roars. Charon is mounting Cerberus - and literal hell is unleashed upon the Father of Monsters.

The gods strike down Typhon, sending him back to be locked away - this time, in the depths of Tartarus instead of Mount Etna.

Kronos gets mad. Utterly, undoubtedly mad. He talks about burning Luke's body. Then he hurts Annabeth and breaks two promises in one fell swoop.

"Luke.... remember family" It's what Annabeth utters, but Perseus, already certain of their own demise, is crying now.

"That summer Luke, you promised to never hurt her again. You remember it? YOU PROMISED LUKE!!"

Annabeth's promise was already broken - he had hurt her, all those years ago, in Mt. Othrys. But the promise he made to Percy - that he would never hurt her again - is new and broken, in the river Styx no less.

Luke regains his own body, for a minute, and Perseus runs to him like a man in a desert with no water.

"Please, please tell me there's a way to undo this, Luke, please, please"

"There isn't one, Percy" And it's the first time he hears Luke call him Percy, Percy and not Perseus, in his own voice, in two years. Percy cries.

"We... we don't have much time, hellebore. Give me Annabeth's dagger. Before he... before he takes back"

Luke calls him hellebore and it makes him start crying all over again. He gives him the dagger - and Luke kills himself, taking Kronos out with him.

Luke doesn't need to ask if Percy has ever loved him - Percy kept loving Luke, one-sided as it was, even when Kronos was there.

He still crying over Luke's body when the gods arrive. Luke is dead. Ethan is dead. Silena is dead. Michael Yew is dead. Charles is dead.

He lost three of his best friends in two days. Ethan is dead. Luke is dead. Luke is dead.

Perseus can't stop crying. They take Luke's body away - but he can't stop. Annabeth explains what happened to the gods - most of it, anyway. Apollo says he is in shock - his father says he is a hero.

Perseus doesn't feel like a hero. Was this all worth it? Was it worth it the pain and the death and the suffering?

Persephone touches him - and he has no tears to cry anymore. She can't hug him here, but she'll do so later.

He stares at the walls, listening to his friends being awarded - compensated by their siblings and friends' deaths - with a blank stare. Perseus wants his mom.

They call for him. He raised his head but doesn't bother getting up. He just saved their asses - for the fifth time in a roll. He deserves to grieve.

They offer him immortality. A place between the gods.

He laughs. Zeus looks murderous, but he can't stop laughing.

"My apologies, but I have to refuse," he says. But in his mind, he is thinking about how could they even think he might want to sit between them and be an all-powerful being, be another god ignoring his children and messing with mortal lives while thousands die for him.

"Promise me, on the river Styx, that you'll give me the wish that I want."

They promise him, that if it's within their capabilities, they shall grant him his wish.

"I wish for every child at the age of twelve to be claimed. I wish for cabins in Camp Half-Blood, for every single minor god, and my own father. I wish for Calypso to be free, and to the demigods from the opposite side of this war to be given amnesty. It's not their fault. It's not any of our faults."

"You dare to-" Zeus begins, but Percy is really tired of Zeus.

"We fought your war, we won your battles. We, the unclaimed and rejected stowaways of Cabin 11. We, the children of minor and Underworld gods. We deserve respect. Just like my father deserves a throne, just like the minor gods deserve justice."

"Don't you fear us?" Athena asks, something weird shining in her eyes.

"I thought I would be dead today. At least if I die now, I'm dying for something I believe in."

It stays unsaid that he doesn't believe in them. The other demigods look at him worried - but he is not afraid of the gods.

They grant his wish. Some of them aren't happy with it, but they have to do it. He meets Calypso at the front gates of Olympus - and her smile can brighten the pits of Tartarus. He sees Alabaster talking with Lou Ellen - they are both crying.

He thinks it's the end - it's not. Thalia tells him Rachel left for Camp in her Pegasus - and his father has lift the curse, the Prophecy is gone, but he fears for his best friend.

Perseus is too tired for shadow travel - he does it anyway. He flickers, but anyway, he is too late.

It works. Rachel - his best friend - is the new Oracle. Someone jokes they can't be together anymore and Rachel lifts an eyebrow.

"We never were. Didn't you see the last few hours?" Well, he did out himself. Mostly - they might say it's just friendship, and he will hate the way they twist it. Luke wasn't a villain, and Perseus isn't a pure hero with a heart of gold.

Perseus is healing from lost love - and Annabeth is too. His crush on her was only a crush, he thinks - She is his best friend first and foremost. They cry together at the bonfire that burns away the shrouds of 43 demigods - from both sides - and 16 hunters of Artemis. Their souls all rest in Elysium now.

Alabaster comes back to Camp and helps his siblings to build the new Cabin for Hecate, full of spelled blocks and magic chimneys. Clovis and Tyene have their hands full with their own cabins - it doesn't help they keep getting sidetracked with naps.

Somehow, Nico, Thalia, and his bond over helping construct Cabin 13 - They are both way too invested in the goth vibe, mostly because Cabin 1 looks like a temple, and Cabin 3 looks like a beach cabin. And both of them are so over it.

Perseus doesn't want a goth cabin - he is fighting against the aesthetic for years - but sometimes, there are no arguments. His Cabin is made of black marble, and there are skulls everywhere, with torches shining with green fire. Outside, at least. Inside, it looks like Persephone's garden, with input from the queen herself. It's ready just shy of the end of summer vacation.

Rachel tells the next Great Prophecy. Perseus isn't such a positive person to think it won't affect him - he hopes at least it'll wait until he is done with High School.

That night, he dreams of the blonde boy again - it's his first night without nightmares since the battle. He has a scar in his lip, and his green eyes pierce Percy's soul. Perseus wonders if they'll ever meet, wonders if this boy is one of the Seven of the Prophecy.

But alas, Perseus lets it go. The summer is over - he is sixteen, somehow. He is alive and going to go back to his mortal life and his junior year, and grief. Not everything is fine - but eventually, it will be.

It's not the end. Not yet.

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This Way: Part 7

*not my gif*

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 4895

Warnings: noneeeee

Summary: Lock down has officially begun.

A/N: I’m a bit behind in writing this series bc of writers block so the other parts may come a later than expected :/, but here’s a lil filler chapter that I had fun writing hehe :) Please don’t hesitate to ask to be in the taglist or lmk if your enjoying this series/ have critiques!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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“Just know that I’ll wait for you, darling. Take all the time you need. I’m a little upset, but just take your time. Really, I’ll wait for you.” Tom dragged his feet as he walked out. You sat there stunned at what he said. ‘Zendaya wasn’t wrong when she said he’d wait.’ You thought.

You wiped the tears that threatened to fall and you stood up. When you walked out Tom was 5 feet ahead of you with the shades in his hands, you didn’t bother to catch up because you knew he was upset with you right now.

When you reached the living room Tom chucked the glasses at Harry’s stomach.

“What the hell?” Harry sat up looking at his brother annoyed. Tom huffed and sat between Harrison and Tuwaine looking straight at the screen, they gave him odd looks. You looked at him apologetically before sitting next to Harry.

“I’m surprised he didn’t want to sit next to you. What the hell is his problem?” He whispered to you.

“I don’t know if I should tell you here, Tom will literally know I’m telling you about it.” You looked over at Tom who was scrolling through his phone not looking at the screen anymore. “Oh nevermind I’ll tell you, but do not freak out.” Harry nodded.

“Tom and I kinda sorta confessed that we still have feelings for one another?…” You said coming out as more of a question. Harry stared at you with wide eyes. “But… oh my god you’re gonna hate me. I told him I wasn’t ready to jump back into a relationship right now. You know because we both got out of relationships not too long ago and-” you were going to start rambling, but Harry put his hands on your shoulders.

“No no I understand, y/n. I mean I’m surprised he even tried asking you out now. It took him so long to ask you before.” He snickered remembering when you and Tom first dated.

“Yeah it did take him a while to ask.” You smiled, “Anyway, Tom told me he was upset, but he did say he’d wait for me too.”

“Ya he has that look on his face like he’s arguing with himself right now.” You both looked at Tom and sure enough his brows were furrowed and he had a little pout. He looked really cute actually so you giggled a bit, but also felt bad because you were the cause of his overthinking.

“I think he’s determined to win you over.”

“I know, but I told him that I think we should both self evaluate and grow before jumping into anything.” Harry nodded understanding.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, but I think my brother is a little impatient.” He sighed and shook his head. “Just try not to break his heart, it was bad the first time you guys broke up. I’m not too worried about him hurting you, cause he’s so damn head over heels for you. I knew he has been since the moment he invited you to stay here.”

“Rude of you to think I’d hurt him, Harold. And you’re talking nonsense we barely talked then and just started talking more now.” You said and flicked his nose then he swatted your hand away. Your heart skipped a beat at what Harry said, but you didn’t want to think too much about it. You had to focus on yourself first.

- A few days later -

Tom walked closer with tears running down his face, “Allana stop!” You screamed before seeing the knife. You felt the skin on your neck burn and Allana dropped you to the floor. Her dark laugh rang through your ears. Tom ran up to you and cradled you in his lap. “You really thought you could beat me.” Allana laughed. “Y/n. Stay with me. You’ll be alright. Please don’t close your eyes.” “Tom, I-I can’t-”

You sat up panting hard and you touched your neck, which had scabbed up by now. This was the third time you had the same nightmare since the Allana incident. You looked at your phone and it was 2:34 AM and wiped the little beads of sweat that formed on your forehead. You were sleepy, but too afraid to go back to sleep. Your mind immediately went to Tom so you put a sweatshirt on before walking to his room. Tom hasn’t talked to you as much in the past few days because he was afraid he’d ruin things with you again, he felt it was best to leave you some space. But you on the other hand thought he was mad at you. You began to have second thoughts when you reached Tom’s closed door. You shook your head thinking it was a bad idea and you decided to just grab a glass of water then go back to bed.

You walked down the stairs with your head low. “Oh hey, y/n.” You jumped and put a hand over your heart not expecting anyone else to be up.

“H-hi, Tom.” He gave you a crooked smile. Tom had just been watching some funny videos at the counter with an empty glass next to him.

“Sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to frighten you. Can’t sleep?” He asked as you grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.

“Yeah I uh had a nightmare.” You sighed and sat next to him at the counter, “What about you?”

“Too many thoughts before bed.” He chuckled, “What was the nightmare?” He asked, turning to look at you not letting you ask about his thoughts.

“W-well this is the third night I’ve had this dream. It’s been ruining my sleep.” You sighed and he gave you a concerned look, “In the dream uh Allana she actually succeeds in k-killing me. I know she only left a small cut on my neck, but I keep thinking ‘what if she went just a little deeper?’” Your eyebrows furrowed as your mouth began to dry up. Tom placed a hand over yours and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

“You’re ok now, darling. She’s been put away.”

“B-but what if she’s released because of her uncle?” You looked at Tom afraid and his heart hurt to see you so scared. He placed his other hand on your cheek and your face relaxed.

“I swear to you I won’t let harm near you again. If she does get out I’ll make sure she never comes near you. I will protect you with my whole life. I-I was so scared she was going to hurt you more, Y/n.” Your heart melted at what he said. He sighed and looked down at his feet removing his hand from your cheek, “I-I’m so sorry that I haven’t been talking to you much again. I just realized now that I was so afraid I would lose you again and in the worst way possible. I-I can’t let you leave and I almost let go of you again by not talking to you these past few days.” He shook his head at his actions. You put a hand on his thigh and rubbed it.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, I understand why you were upset. I would’ve felt the same if you told me what I told you.” You sighed and he nodded.

“I’ll make things right. I promise.” He said sternly.

“We…” You corrected him, “We will make things right. I-if we’re gonna try to be something again, not right this second obviously, but if we do try I need to help make things right as well because we’re in this together. This won’t be all on you.” You said and smiled at him. Tom felt like he just won the lottery with this information. You gave him all the hope he needed to completely fall for you again. He wanted you to be his again, ‘This would be the start.’ He thought and gave you a wide smile.

“Ah see, we’re already making progress in growth together. Does this mean you’ll date me in 2 days?” He joked and you nudged his leg with your foot.

“It really is a start though.” You said and yawned before resting your head on the counter.

“You wanna go to sleep now, darling?” Tom asked, rubbing your knuckles again.

“I’ll head back to my room in a bit, I’m still trying to calm down from the nightmare.”

“Y-you can sleep with me if you want, you know so you’re not afraid. It’s not like you haven’t slept in my room yet anyways. No strings attached I swear. I’ll sleep opposite sides of you also.” You sat up and gave him a raised brow and he chuckled, “I promise, love. Just a friendly gesture, don’t want it to get in the way of our growth.” He said and you contemplated a bit before nodding. Tom smiled and stood up with his back turned to you. “Hop on, love.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. He gently lifted you up while wrapping his strong arms under your thighs and you leaned your head on the back of his shoulder smelling his cologne.

“Oh wait Tom I have to put the glass in the sink.” You said. Tom galloped back to the counter and you giggled as you placed the glass in the sink, “You’re so stupid yet charming at the same time, Tom.”

“Only for you, darling.” He said softly. How was it that Tom could make your heart go crazy so easily?

When you got to his room he opened the door with one hand and gently sat you on the right side of his bed. You pulled your sweatshirt off leaving you in a tank top and Tom pulled his shirt off, he could feel you staring at his back muscles, “You’re making me blush, y/n. Stop staring.”

“You’re so hard headed I hate you.” You laughed and you flopped on his comfy pillows. Tom slipped under the covers of the left side of the bed leaving a good amount of space between you two. He shut the lamp light off and said,

“Good night, y/n. Wake me up if you need anything or have another nightmare.”

“Thanks again for everything, Tom. Good night.” You said and he hummed in response. You turned to your side and closed your eyes trying to sleep, but the fact that Tom was right next to you kept you up. You opened your eyes again and turned on your back,

“H-hey Tom?” He hummed again, “Y-you can come closer if you want…” You hinted at him. Tom sat up and looked at you with a cheeky grin. He scooted closer to you and you turned to face him. When he laid back down his left arm wrapped around your waist. Then you rested your head and the back of your hands on his right arm. You were both so close that you could feel his breath on the tip of your nose and you gulped.

“This close enough, darling?” He whispered making your heart race.

“Yes, thank you.” You said softly.

“Alright, I’ve got you. I’m not leaving.” With that your whole body relaxed against his and you felt pure bliss as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of someone knocking. You looked around and remembered what happened last night.

“Morning, love, come down now. The boys and I made breakfast.” Tom was in the doorway still shirtless. You blushed looking at his toned abs. “Take a picture, it'll last longer, darling.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed. You got up and he waited for you as you pulled your sweatshirt back on.

“What the hell? Why’d you let me sleep in?” You looked at your phone and it was 10:27 AM. You both headed downstairs.

“Well everyone woke up a bit late today, and you looked so comfy I didn’t want to wake you. Plus you had a rough night last night, you needed your rest.” He smiled at you, and you blushed at his kindness.

“You seem happier… I mean we had a good talk last night, but I’m surprised you’re this happy.” You said suspiciously and he snickered.

“Well, last night was refreshing, gave me some hope. Plus I can’t stay mad at the girl I’m trying to go after.” He winked at you and you laughed because he was going back to his usual flirty self.

“Tom…”

“Yeah I know, darling. Growth first. Just a little reminder I’m still willing to wait.” He kissed your forehead before reaching the bottom of the stairs and he walked off in front of you leaving you in awe. He knew exactly what he was doing, but you couldn’t give in yet.

“Ah morning, Y/n!” Tuwaine cheered.

“Morning boys! Thanks for cooking again. I promise I’ll cook soon.”

“Tom was the one that cooked the most actually, but don’t worry about it, we love attempting to cook. Also I’d like to take your offer of being my sous chef sometime.” Haz pointed at you and reminded you of when you said you’d help him make chicken like Nando’s.

“Plus, it seems like you’ll have plenty of time to cook now. We’re officially on lockdown.” Harry said.

“What?” You asked while taking a seat at the table.

“Yeah we can only leave for groceries and walking around the block.” Tom said while sitting next to you and handing you a plate. You thanked him,

“Well that’s just great. I guess I won’t be filming for even longer now.” You sighed and Tom looked at you apologetically.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that. Uncharted may be pushed back a whole year. We can grieve together.” He joked and you smiled at him.

“Wait, Harry we never got to see your short film!” You said realizing.

“Oh shit yeah. That reminds me I’m actually posting it tonight, you guys wanna watch it now?” You all nodded and Tom picked your plate up for you so you only had to carry your water.

“Tom,” You giggled, “I can carry it myself.” He shook his head.

“Nope. I shall treat you like a princess.” He said in a posh voice and your heart skipped a beat as you smiled at him.

“Oi stop fucking around. You guys disgust me. Just come and watch now!” Harrison yelled from the living room. You blushed and all the boys laughed.

You and Tom sat next to each other as Harry stood next to the TV.

“Thank you all for your support. I worked really hard on this and I hope you enjoy ‘Roses for Lily’ as much as I do.” He pressed play and plopped down next to you.

“Oh my god, Harry. That was beautiful.” You said as you wiped a stray tear.

“Wow. I’m so proud of you little bro. Truly amazing work that you did. Your future in the industry is bright.” Tom said smiling and gave Harry a hug.

“Haz, Tuwaine. What’d you guys think?” You asked and you all turned to see that they too cried.

“Got us right in the feels. Fuck you Harry.” Tuwaine said and you giggled.

“You guys are so cute.” You said.

“Oh shut up, y/n.” Haz said. You all laughed. Tom looked at you admiringly loving how good you were with his friends and his family. You were so easygoing and your energy just rubbed off on everyone around you and Tom loved that about you. You noticed that Tom was staring and you booped his nose.

“Stop looking at me weirdo.” He just smiled at you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Oh my god we’re all still here. You guys need to chill!” Harry joked. You pushed Tom off of you and blushed laying down to hide behind your best friends back. This lockdown really was gonna get interesting.

You sat outside reading over a new script that your manager, Stacy, sent you. The boys were playing video games inside and Tom was cooking up some burgers for lunch in the kitchen. You heard the sliding door open and Harrison walked out.

“Hey, y/n. You alright?” He sat next to you on the bench.

“Yeah I’m great actually, how’re the games?” You put your script down and he shrugged.

“Eh I was getting bored of it. I don’t know how I’ll survive in lockdown if I’m already bored.” You both laughed.

“I’m sure we’ll make it fun somehow. You guys are all creative.” You said and sipped your water.

“Yeah, I guess so… So did you finally give into Tom?” You choked on your water.

“I-if you’re implying that I’m his girlfriend or something then no,” You laughed a bit, “Are you trying to be his wingman right now or something?”

Harrison scoffed sarcastically, “Pfft no… Well at least he didn’t ask me to…” You laughed at this.

“I get it, Haz. I do. Best friend duties.” You stated and he nodded.

“Anyway he did tell me about everything though. Ya know the lil cheeky cuddle you two shared last night.” He winked at you.

“Wow that boy really can’t keep a secret.” You joked.

“Well actually this is the first time in a while he’s told me anything of the sort. Last time he really told me anything was when you guys first started fighting before the breakup.” You raised your brow at this fact, “Yeah for real. It seems like a lot of ‘old Thomas’ traits are showing up again. The good ones at least, but I can’t help to get nervous that he’s just setting himself up for hurt again.” You gave Haz a worried look.

“W-wait you think I’d hurt Tom too? Harry said the same thing… Plus Tom broke up with me, remember?”

“Ya I remember, but no definitely not, you wouldn’t hurt him. Any idiot can see you two have something going on.” He scoffed.

“Are we really that obvious?” You asked in disbelief and he looked at you like you were crazy.

“Aw you’re so adorable, y/n.” He pinched your cheek and you slapped his hand away laughing, “Anyway, it’s just that I think Tom is gonna totally forget about the whole growing part and just focus on making sure everything is perfect between you two.” You nodded understanding now.

“So you’re saying if he continues to be this way and we get into a relationship again he’ll drive us into a wall of heartbreak by trying to achieve perfection?”

“Yep, couldn’t have said it better.” He nodded.

“W-well, I think that this would have to be on me as well. I need to learn to accept that my life can’t be even 70% private.” You sighed, “But I think Tom and I will help each other learn… as friends at first of course.” Harrison nodded.

“I guess we just gotta keep him in check then. I like you for Tom, y/n. I think you bring out a lot of the good in him… and a little bit of his madness.” You blushed and smiled at what Haz said. You both looked inside to see Tom’s brows furrowed while reading a recipe off his phone. Then he looked up and waved at you happily, you waved back and Harrison nodded as Tom went back to making the burgers.

“You know the last time he cooked was when you told Harry you’d stay here. Never really cooked much before that.” You looked at him shocked.

“But he cooked so much when we were dating…”

“My point exactly, y/n. He cooks when he feels like things are going well. I’m going to finish a round of fortnite with the boys before the food is done.” He stood up and brushed off his bottom. “I’m telling you, y/n, you bring out something in him and I can’t tell if it’s good... or disgusting.” He joked before stepping inside. Your heart was so warm and your mind was overwhelmed with everything that has been going on these past few days with you and Tom. You decided to finish reading the script later and to help Tom cook lunch.

“Need help?” You asked walking through the sliding door and into the kitchen.

“Oh uh yeah if you want to.” Tom said while frantically moving around the kitchen, “Can you just cut up some onions, lettuce, and tomatoes? I need to flip the patties.” You nodded and set your script and glass down at the kitchen table before going back to the counter to cut everything and you decided to shuffle some happy vibe music. “Skin,” by Dijon began to ring out through the kitchen and you swayed your hips while cutting up the tomatoes.

Tom placed the last patty on the pan and he turned around to see you dancing. He couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful figure and how it moved perfectly with the song playing loudly. Tom pulled his phone out and recorded an instagram video of you captioning it, “@yourusername is the only one to make cutting veggies look cute and enjoyable.” before posting it and walking over to you.

“Thanks for helping out, y/n.” Tom said leaning back on the counter.

“Oh it’s nothing, I honestly should be cooking and helping more actually. You looked like you were having trouble.” You snickered.

“What? No, I had it under control for sure.” He said in a cocky way, crossing his arms and keeping his eyes on you. You smelt burning meat.

“Well Mr. ‘I can do everything’, I think the patties are burning right now.” Tom snapped his head in the direction of the stove and he ran over turning down the heat. You began to laugh at him as he walked back to you in defeat.

“I guess you were right.” He said and you nodded giggling. You cut the last of the tomatoes and turned to Tom who was already looking at you.

“What, stalker?” You said covering your face and he laughed as he pulled your hands away from your face.

“Just admiring your beauty.” He smiled and rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles. You blushed and rolled your eyes.

“You’re so cheesy, stop.” You hit his chest lightly and he shrugged while smirking.

“Wanna watch movies in my room tonight? The boys are having a Call of Duty tournament.”

“Hmmm watch my friends yell at a TV for a few hours or watch movies with an idiot? I don’t really like either choice…” Tom put a hand over his heart pretending to be hurt, “But I think it would be funny if the boys were drunkenly yelling at the TV so I’ll go with that option.” You said enthusiastically and this time he actually looked upset.

“O-oh alright then.” He said and turned around to get buns, but you grabbed his hand laughing,

“Tom, you’re so gullible. Of course I’ll watch some movies with you.” You continued laughing as his expression changed.

“I hate you.” He said pouting and trying to hide his excitement. He turned back around to grab buns from the pantry.

“You definitely do not.” You pointed at him.

“Yeah I could never.” He said softly hoping you wouldn’t hear, but you did and it made your face heat up.

“Tom, I really appreciate you cooking, but mine is a little burnt.” Harry said, critiquing his brother.

“Sorry, bro, I left it on a little longer than Sam suggested.” Tom said.

“No, more like you were distracted by someone in the kitchen.” Haz said nodding at you while taking a bite of his food. Harry and Tuwaine snickered as you blushed.

“Definitely not.” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh that’s bull!” Tuwaine said laughing and handing you and Tom his phone, “Watch Haz’s story.” You clicked it and first it was a repost from Tom’s story of you dancing and cutting the vegetables.

“Tom what the hell?” You laughed and blushed a bit at what he said in the caption. Next was the same video, but from Harrison’s perspective. Tom was behind you and filming you. He was grinning from ear to ear and he looked at you like you were the most fascinating thing ever. and It was captioned, ‘Caught this creep in action… I swear if @tomholland2013 burns the food I’m blaming @yourusername.”

“Oh my god, Harrison.” You laughed and handed his phone back, “You really do look like a creep here, Tom.” You joked.

“I hate it here. But I hate you most, Haz.” Tom grumbled with a red face and ears. You and the boys snickered.

Your head was laying on Harry’s lap while you guys watched The Blacklist on his phone. You all decided to just have fried chicken take out tonight, and do your own thing.

“I kinda wanna drink tonight. It’s been a long week.” You said out of nowhere while popping a fry in your mouth and then feeding Harry one.

“That would be fun as hell. Haz, Tuwaine, and I are gonna do a COD tournament you can drink with us if you want.” He never took his eyes off the small screen.

“Weren’t you guys playing a crap ton of games already today?” You asked him with a raised brow.

“That was just a warm up, love. We don’t want to look like fools tonight.” You snickered at his boyishness.

“Well I can’t anyways, I’m busy tonight. Tom and I are going to have a lil movie marathon. Maybe I can convince him to get wine drunk with me.” You giggled.

“As friends I assume?” He asked and you nodded, he pouted a bit looking down at you.

“Oh don’t worry. Like I said, you're my best friend. Getting drunk and having movie marathons will forever be our best friend thing. You’re just busy tonight.”

“Fine, but I swear if he takes my place, I’m gonna fart in your face.” He said seriously and you laughed.

“What the fu-” You were cut off.

“Alright let’s start this tourney, boys!” Haz yelled getting hype and jumping over the couch and landing on you causing you to groan. Harrison laid on your stomach and you guys were face to face.

“Ow, Haz, get your fat butt off me!”

“Oh hell ya dog pile!” Harry said getting up and jumping on top of Haz. You grunted again and started breathily laughing.

“Oo I’ll join in!” Tuwaine said and jumped over the couch onto the pile also, this time Haz groaned with you as Harry and Tuwaine laughed. Tom walked into the living room.

“Have you boys seen-” Tom saw you under all the boys feeling a little tinge of jealousy seeing Haz on top of you like that, “Oh what the fuck?”

“Tom don’t just stand there I can’t breathe.” You struggled to say that and pretended to die sticking your tongue out.

“Alright guys get the hell off.” He said in a serious tone.

“Oh you're such a buzzkill, Tom” Haz joked as the boys got off you letting you finally breathe better.

“Yeah whatever. I’ll just be in my room then, let you two carry on whatever the hell was happening.” Tom said referring to you and Haz. You gave him a look like, ‘are you serious right now?’ Tom just rolled his eyes and walked back upstairs.

“See, y/n? Going back to his old ways I’m telling you! Doesn’t even trust his best mate, what the hell. I wasn’t the only one on you either. My god.” Haz said, rolling his eyes obviously irked by the situation.

“Ugh, leave it to me to fix it then. So much for growth.” Harry chuckled and rubbed your shoulders.

“He’s just overreacting because he likes you, y/n. Doesn’t like to see you with any guy that’s not him… Or me obviously.” He said reassuring you and you blew the hair out of your face and sighed. Your heart skipped a beat when he mentioned Tom liking you.

“Alright then…” You said trusting his words. “Where's the chardonnay?”

“We only have red wine, it’s in the fridge with the beers. Tom won’t want wine by the way.” Tuwaine said.

“Oh come on, we’re getting white wine from the store next time, boys. And too bad for Tom, we’re getting wine drunk.” You said as the boys chuckled. You walked into the kitchen grabbing an opened bottle of wine, glasses, chocolate, spoons, and icecream. When you walked back through the living room all the boys gave you a strange look with everything you were holding.

“What? Rough week ok? Plus these things always make anyone feel better.” You said sassily.

“Touche…” Tuwaine said and the boys nodded along.

“Alright good luck with the games. I’ll be in Tom’s room if you need anything, see you all later!”

“Thanks, love. Make sure he knows I’m not trying to go after his girl.” Haz said.

“Oh my god. Not his girl!” You said back walking up the stairs.

“... Yet!” Haz said, finishing your sentence. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. I mean Haz wasn’t completely wrong...

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stevesnailbat · 5 years ago

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hi! if you’ve got time could you please write something where the reader has had a huge crush on steve since high school, and at some point after graduation he asks her out but she thinks he’s WAY out of her league. like, she kinda thinks it’s a joke or something bc steve is steve and she doesn’t think she’s pretty enough for him?

warnings: underage drinking

word count: 1.5K

Steve Harrington was the man of many girl’s dreams in high school, especially Y/N’s. She had been head over heels in love with him since freshman year, before his rise and fall from popularity. She knew that he’d barely paid any mind to her, but she couldn’t help it. She was a nobody and he was somebody with everything that she could ever want. She’d always believe she was way out of her league, she’d never get someone like him to like her.

By the time senior year rolled around and Steve had been knocked off his high horse, he had realized how much of an ass he had been to everyone. He became much more self-aware of the way he treated people and stopped hanging around shitty people like Tommy H and Carol. Of course, he knew that wasn’t enough for people he’d done wrong to forgive him, but he was trying his best. Y/N honestly thought he had never noticed her roaming the halls in all four years that they had gone there, but he definitely had. She caught his eye right before Nancy came around, but he never mustered up the courage to talk to her.

Truthfully, Steve was a nervous wreck underneath his smooth jokes and pickup lines. If a relationship didn’t fall into his lap almost, he’d get too scared to even try. Y/N seemed like one of those girls. She kept to herself at school and was so damn smart and witty, Steve was honestly afraid that she’d laugh in his face if he even talked to her.

After being almost killed two years in a row, something finally snapped in Steve. He finally realized that he couldn’t live his life worrying about what everyone else thought about him, he needed to say fuck it all to everything from high school. He counted down the days from New Years to graduation, and it seemed like there was an eternity between the two. All he wanted was to never have to walk the halls of Hawkins High ever again, and it couldn’t come soon enough.

During that eternity between New Years and graduation, he had started to notice Y/N again. She’d honestly gotten even more beautiful in the past year and a half, he didn’t think that was even possible. They shared a few classes together, but she never seemed to pay him any mind. Truthfully, she tried her best to ignore him to avoid thinking about her giant and ever-growing crush on him.

Graduation inched closer and Steve tried to get closer to her, but tried not to make it obvious. He’d ask her stupid questions in their biology class or ask for a pencil so he’d have to return it, but that was the extent of their conversations. Steve started to grow sentimental around May, the guilt in his gut about what he’d do after high school was more prevalent than ever but he wanted to get the hell out of the school.

He decided he’d have one last hurrah with his class and throw a party, since his parents were jetting off to Colorado for the weekend after their graduation without him. Steve knew that every single kid in his graduating class wouldn’t come, but he was really only hoping that one certain girl would show. Y/N had heard about the party through her best friend, Jamie, but wasn’t sure about going.

“C’mon, Y/N! It’s one last high school party with all the people you don’t like, then you can forget about them forever when you go to West Lafayette.” Jamie begged as Y/N shook her head in disagreement.

“I don’t wanna see any of those people ever again after graduation day, though.” she groaned, narrowing her eyes at her best friend.

“You’re not the only person from Hawkins going to Purdue, Y/N. It’s not like you’ll never see anyone ever again. What’s one more party?” Jamie protested, rolling her eyes at Y/N’s distaste. “Besides, maybe you can find a summer love or something!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” she laughed, smiling over at her friend who was grinning from ear-to-ear. “But, I guess I’ll go as long as you stop talking about me finding a summer fling.”

Graduation came and went quicker than expected after that, and they were finally free. It seemed like they only blinked and then they were on their way to Steve Harrington’s extravagant house for one last high school party. When they pulled up to the house at 9 that night, it was already alive with music and they could almost taste the booze as they walked inside. As soon as they got in, Jamie shoved a red solo cup that was filled with some concoction of wine, soda and some cheap strawberry vodka into her hand.

“You’re gonna drink and have fun tonight, like you promised. We can walk home if we need to, or maybe you’ll go home with someone else?” Jamie teased as she saw the look on her friend’s face when taking a sip from the cup.

“If anyone goes home with someone else, it’ll be you.” she said and Jamie giggled profusely, knowing that she was probably right.

It wasn’t even an hour after they got to the party when Y/N lost her best friend in the sea of teens in the living room. She felt crowded and overwhelmed as she stood in there, so she decided to go outside. There was still plenty of kids out by the pool, but there were less than the crowd inside. Steve saw her out of the corner of his eye while talking to some other basketball players when she walked outside, and his attention snapped in her direction. She was alone when she plopped down onto one of the pool chairs, chugging the rest of her drink down before letting out a long-winded sigh.

The last thing she expected in the moment of loneliness was for Steve to make his way up to her with a nervous smile on his face, but he was. She blinked as if to clear her vision when he sat down on the pool chair next to her, sipping his beer casually while doing so.

“What’re you doing out here all alone?” he asked, the alcohol running through his veins giving him a little more courage than he would’ve if he was talking to her sober.

“Lost my friend inside and it was too crowded.” she said with a shrug, trying to stop herself from freaking out about the situation.

“Well that’s shitty.” he mumbled, maneuvering in the chair to face her abruptly.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s having a lot more fun than me.” she sighed, rolling her eyes at the thought of Jamie making her come tonight.

“Why’s that?” Steve questioned, genuinely concerned that she was already annoyed. “The night’s just starting! Let’s go have fun! Do you like dancing?”

“I guess—“ she started, but couldn’t get her sentence out before had grabbed for her hand and was pulling her back inside.

She danced with him after much protest, but ended up having more fun than she thought she would. The alcohol she had chugged was warm in her stomach and was making her giggly and letting her enjoy herself for once. Upbeat synth music filled the living room for a while and neither of them had a care in the world about anyone else around them. In the back of her mind, she was terrified that he was only doing this because he felt bad for her. She caught him staring at her every once in a while, but only decided to say something after the fifth time.

“What?” she questioned, raising her eyebrows at him as he continued his drunken gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N Y/L/N.” he admitted, making a blush spread across her cheeks as he inched closer.

“Wait, you actually know my full name?” she asked, taken aback my him actually knowing about her.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asked.

“Because—You’re the Steve Harrington, I’m kind of an ugly nobody.” she confessed, feeling embarrassed immediately after admitting it.

“A nobody? No way, Y/N.” he protested, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re anything but a nobody. And you’re beautiful! Honestly? I’ve wanted to ask you out for weeks now, but I was afraid you’d laugh in my face.”

“Are you kidding? Like, are you actually pranking me?” she asked, this time she was the one shaking her head in disbelief as he watched her with wide eyes. “You’re saying that you want me?”

“I’m not joking, I’m being completely serious!” Steve exclaimed, but she still didn’t believe him.

Steve’s mind race for a second, but he finally thought of a way to show her he was serious. His hand cupped her cheek gently as he leaned down, lips mere centimeters from hers as he looked into her eyes. He took a breath before pressing his lips against hers, savoring the sweet moment he’d waited so long for.

“Do you believe me now?” he questioned after pulling away, feeling his heartbeat in his ears as he saw her crack a smile at him.

“I guess so, but convince me again.” she giggled, pulling him back for one more kiss.

Maybe she’d actually get more than a silly fling this summer.

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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I have this sorta headcanon that Will has a crush on Billy (or Steve I suppose). Maybe he figures it out and try to let Will down gently because obviously he's both too old and too in love with someone else. ❤

So, I LOVE the idea of Will losing his SHIT over Billy when he comes to town, but like, Steve is hot, and lets be real, Will grew up watching him be King Steve, any little gay child who saw that would be like 👀

Also, one of my all time favorite fics features will having a crush on Billy and he asks him out but Billy thinks its just to like, hang out, so he’s like, I’ll invite Max too! (fic is Yourself or Someone Like You bc it’s like the Harringrove Bible) I’m gonna go with Will asking Steve out bc that’s a stupid big headcanon for me.

It took Will three weeks, six days, and nine hours to finally work up the courage to do it.

He was in his sophomore year at Hawkins High, had grown into his long limbs, and with Steve’s suggestion, had ditched the bowl cut for something a little more, flattering.

He had had a crush on Steve since he was eleven years old.

Steve was freshly sixteen when he coached Will’s baseball team, had a shiny new car and a bright smile and kind eyes and would cheer Will on and clap him on the shoulder when he did something good, would pull him aside and gently teach him how to right it when he made a mistake.

He figures he’s probably not the only queer in Hawkins who had their sexual awakening to Steve Harrington brushing the hair out of his eyes, but he was actually kinda friends with Steve, would hang out on weekends with him and Billy in their shitty little apartment in the city.

He had always kept his feelings on the back burner, had more pressing ones (a.k.a. the ones for Mike) but those were just a pipe dream, Steve had actually told him that he was bisexual, that he liked guys. Will had a shot.

“Would you, like, maybe want to go out sometime?” Steve looked at him slowly.

“You mean like a, like a date?” Will went red, but he nodded nonetheless, his heart pounding as those big eyes went soft. “I um, okay, I’m sorry but I just, I’m gonna have to say no thank you. I’m sorry, Will.”

“But you, you said you like guys.”

“And I do, but like, you’re not exactly age appropriate, and I’ve actually, I’ve got a boyfriend.” Will felt like he was gonna die. Like he was gonna melt right through the fucking floor and die. “It’s really, you’re a great kid, and you’re gonna be a really good boyfriend to someone but, Will, I’m twenty one, and you’re not even sixteen yet. Like, I think it’s actually illegal for us to date.”

“I’ll be sixteen next month.”

“But that’s beside the point. You’re in high school, and I’m like, considered an adult.”

“Who’s your boyfriend?” Will didn’t really register himself saying it, but once it was out there, he was burning to know.

“It’s Billy. I thought you, thought you knew.”

“I thought you were just roommates.”

“Will, this is a one bedroom. We’ve been dating since I was in high school.” Will’s mind raced.

“Shit. That actually clears a lot of stuff up.”

“Did you just think we were like, best pals or something.” Will shrugged as Steve stifled a laugh into his hand. “Yeah we’ve been like pretty serious together for like, three years now.”

Will was back to wanting the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.

“Look, Will. You’re a wonderful person, but I’m too old for you, too taken, too much of a douchebag. You deserve someone nice, who’s kind and loving. And you're going to find that, it’s just not me.” Will blew out a breath, leaning back in his chair.

“Have I just made things weird between us forever?” Steve chuckled, getting up to rummage through the fridge, sliding Will a beer, cracking one open for himself.

“Nah. I actually prefer for all my friends to have crushes on me. Makes me feel good.” Will glared at him. He winked. “For real though, no. It’s only weird if you make it weird. We’ll just have to find you someone, because trust me, you can do so much better than me.” Will rolled his eyes.

“But Billy can’t?”

“Oh no, Billy was probably a real sinner in his past life to get stuck with me being an idiot around him all the time. I think he was probably Jack the Ripper or something.”

“I don’t think you could ever be considered punishment.” Steve raised his eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? I literally have never thought out a single decision in my whole life, I’m the world’s clingiest little fucker, and I don’t know if you actually know this about me there, Will, but I’m actually a fucking douchebag. Like most of the time.”

“I mean, not really-”

“Yes, really. Billy’s just a freak that likes it when I get like that. Calls me a brat and-” He cut himself off, averting his eyes form Will. “Basically we’re both garbage and you deserve like, an actual good person, because you’re an actual good person.” Billy’s keys jingled in the lock, the door swinging open to reveal him, bags of groceries on his arms, Walkman headphones over his ears.

“Hey, Kid Byers.” Billy swept down to kiss Steve on the head, dumping the groceries and his headphones on the counter.

“Bill, apparently Will didn’t know we’re together.” Will’s face was red when Billy turned around to look at him, completely amused.

“What, so you thought every time I come home and kiss him on the fuckin’ head that was just us being totally straight friends?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t really think about it.” Billy laughed at Will, Steve getting up to put away the groceries, pressing a beer into Billy’s hand and shooing him over to the table to sit with Will.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Will didn’t really know what to say, didn’t want to get like, the shit beaten out of him for trying to hit on Steve.

“He just wanted to say hey. We’ve just been chatting about what a pure trash person I am.” Billy laughed, but nodded along.

“Steve is garbage. You know his feet are somehow always cold? And he’ll put ‘em all all over me every single night. He must be stopped.” Steve swatted at him with a dishrag.

Will doesn’t know how he never saw it, the way they act like they’ve known each other for eternity, the way they’re so obviously, so painfully in love.

“Yeah? Well Billy’s gross and never cleans out the sink after shaving.”

“And you’re a brat that’s just fucking asking to be-”

“Literally, there is a child present. Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Billy just grinned, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “And see, Will. I told you we’re both terrible and deserve being stuck with each other.”

Will thought maybe being let down by the one person he thinks he;s ever been in love with would hurt more, but seeing these two make fun of each other, the way Billy presses a kiss to Steve’s neck when he moves behind him, the way Steve will look at him so softly, he realizes that Steve is happy, and that’s okay, because maybe one day he’ll be happy like that too, with someone who loves him like Billy does.

#yikes writes #will byers #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #will totally gal pal'ed billy and steve #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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queerplatonic-sculder · 4 years ago

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idk if this is positive or negative, but like. thinking about something today. (tw for mentions of suicidal thoughts)

ok, last night i was freaking out really bad. i was sobbing, shaking and having really bad negative and suicidal thoughts. this is not the first time this has happened, a few months ago when i was freaking out on here and then had gone on one of those help chats for suicidal ppl (i forget what they're called rip), one of these episodes is what prompted me to do that. last night i didn't do that though, instead i took some melatonin bc i wanted to just sleep and it worked; it calmed me down and i was able to sleep.

anyways, this is where i get to what i'm thinking about: so, last night i had a dream where i was shopping around for a birthday cake for myself in a city of some kind with... not sure who it was supposed to be tbh, maybe my parents and brother, i'm not sure. anyways, when i woke up, i started thinking about my birthday, which is in a few months. idk if i'll necessarily be "happy" on that day and i don't think i'll be feeling better for a long time, but i think i'll be somewhat proud of myself for making it to my birthday considering the fact that from my last birthday to the one coming up, i think i've been suicidal more times in this timeframe (despite having no reason to be lol whiny privileged ass) than any other time in my life, at least from what i can remember. (tho idk if i should even be proud considering the fact that i think i'm too much of a wimp to ever actually try anything anyways, but. yeah) (also, even tho i've been severly depressed in this time, it's also been like, the best time of my life bc of certain people??? aha, weird contradiction, but it's true 💕)

asdsgsfg, sorry, this is really dumb and also worded dumb. i was having coherent thoughts earlier, but not anymore 😅 i kinda hate talking about this bc i really have no reasons to feel this bad (i mean, ik there's some things that trigger it sometimes, but they're stupid), so i feel guilty about it. um, anyways, with all that being said, i hope i can go through with finally getting help soon

#meowing

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gcldveins · 5 years ago

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HELLOOOOOO everyone !!!!!!!! i just wanna say .. thank you SO MUCH for joining misty hollow with jin and i , you have no idea how happy it made us to see so many people interested and join and like .. just clearly so in love w their own muses so like i just wanna say i love u all with my whole freaking heart !!!! ok enough w the sappy stuff let me introduce to u all literally the worst muse i have ever created .. malcolm o’sullivan. but he goes by sully bc he was ur og e-boy who goes “ oh ? my favourite band ? you wouldn’t have heard of it .. they’re called the rolling stones uwu ” and i rlly do hate him for that... it’s okay tho i punish him accordingly :~)

overview

✎⌠paul rudd. cismale. he/him⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only malcolm o'sullivan. though, around here they’re known as the harlequin. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the forty-seven year old owner of o'sullivan’s books kinda has a reputation of being stubborn and irresponsible. but y’know, they can be creative and analytical too. typical aquarius. anyways, welcome home and stay safe sully ! ❞

statistics

full name: malcolm eamon o’sullivan

nickname(s): sully, anything else and he twitches ..

date of birth: february 2nd, 1973

hometown: misty hollow, connecticut.

gender identity: cis gender

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

aesthetic: an old leather jacket thrown over a wrinkled t-shirt, dog-eared pages, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, untied laces, the soft rumbling of a motorcycle engine, messy handwriting, calloused fingertips

distinguishable characteristics: is looking homeless a distinguishable characteristic..

pinterest board: here.

their song from the sigh no more album bc i love this album and it makes me Sad™ : little lion man

background ( murder tw )

— born in the town of dingle, a small port town in ireland, malcolm and his family immigrated to america when he was ten years old. they moved into misty hollow after his father opened up his own bookshop and the o’sullivan’s have been there ever since.

— always having been a rebellious child, malcolm ( slowly gaining the nickname sully in school ) seemed to have a knack for doing anything that pissed his father off. his greatest act ? moving out as soon as he graduated without so much as a goodbye.

— malcolm was only a wee lad when the misty hollow murders were happening. his older brother, his only brother, was unfortunately one of the victims, being eight at the time. he’s not too torn up about it, he was only two years old. but his father reminded him everyday growing up, how much smarter and accomplished and just overall better his brother was than him.

— the only thing that sully was grateful for about his father was the love for books he had ingrained into him. growing up, he developed a knack for writing and he ended up going to the university of pennsylvania for journalism. after that, sully moved out to new york where he worked as a journalist for the new york times and wrote articles on political updates and reports.

— he met his wife in new york and they had three children together, two girls and one boy. sully was living the classic american dream. until, of course, it was all ruined in a single camping trip.

— it was just sully and the three kids, except the trip was cut short and he had to come home with two kids instead of three. sully’s youngest, nancy, was taken at the campgrounds and evidence of her murder was found in a nearby cabin.

— this tore sully’s family apart. the tragedy forced him towards a downwards spiral, an endless cycle of destructive habits. it got to the point where his wife decided to divorce him and to take the kids with her.

— sully eventually, reluctantly, made the decision to return to misty hollow. there, he stayed with his parents for a bit until he got a job at o’sullivan’s books and was able to take a couple months to get back on his feet.

— his parents initially pushed him towards trying to work at the mystic herald but sully hasn’t written a single sentence since his daughter died. now, his father has essentially left him to run the bookshop for him, which sully doesn’t mind. it’s quiet work that doesn’t require too much effort.

personality

— to sum it up in one sentence .. sully has essentially has regressed into a man-child in the more recent years of his life, but the inferiority complex is a tried and true constant.

— he hasn’t really properly dealt with his daughter’s death ( even though it’s been over a decade.. ), just lives in a constant cycle of whenever he does try to think about it, he feels like shit and just thinks about all the things he could’ve done differently so he stops immediately.

— sully always wanted to be a dad, to prove that he could be a better one than his own father. so he feels like he really failed in that retrospect. he’s like a human pity party. though he does that classic thing where he glosses over his sad feelings with destructive behaviour and inappropriate humour.

— very self-indulgent, does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. as long as it makes him feel better, even just for a moment, he’ll do it. doesn’t take anything very seriously, just kinda jokes around all the time. is one of those people that just give off.. kinda pathetic vibes you know? like you look at him and you’re like ?? what are you doing with your life dude ?? and he’s like idk

— but, on the bright side, this makes him pretty easy-going and down-to-earth. definitely a roll-with-the-punches and no bullshit type of guy, isn’t discouraged by much and doesn’t care a whole lot about what others think of him. it’s easy for him to engage in conversation and be all charismatic when he feels like it.

— despite all .. of that, sully actually comes across as a relatively okay guy. he can be friendly and crack a few jokes while he’s at it, he’s one of those people that, as long as thinks you’re chill, treats you like you guys have been friends forever. but he can be pretty crude / vulgar at times, sooo how others react to that is kind of a gamble !

wanted connections

his one true bro <3 just someone that’ll be a complete idiot with him and they are definitely a bad influence on each other. this person probably hangs around the bookshop alot and they just spend all day with each other doing and saying stupid shit. like you know that gif set of seth rogen and joseph gordon-levitt where one’s like “ i’d fuck you ” and the other goes “ thanks :3 ” that’s it.. those are the vibes..

drinking buddies ! these two just get really drunk off their ass together and probably don’t even know each other that well despite of like.. several years of sort of friendship. one night they’re probably five drinks in and sully goes “ when i was married — ” and they’re just like “ wayment .. what the fuck . ” and ! maybe if your muse has something to get emo about ! maybe they can get drunk AND emo together <3

casual relationships ? he could have one or two of these ! sully.. does not date. tried being in a serious relationship once after his divorce and it ended... terribly. like imagine asking your adult boyfriend if he wants to move in together and his response is essentially just “ ... yeah i’m ok thanks tho. ” and you never hear from him again ndijgnk

that being said... if anyone wants that plot alluded to above .... let me know......

for the younger muses out there ! anyone that he’s kind of ? taken under his wing. pseudo-children essentially. i can’t promise that he’ll be a good influence.. he’s probably not even aware that he’s done this lmao but deep down, sully’s still a dad. he’ll probably be protective over the youngins but shows it in the form of tough love, y’know ? probably tells your muse to stop being a shithead all the time, cute stuff like that.

and some more casual connection ideas that we can further flesh out through some plotting / brainstorming:

old friends from misty hollow

regular customers

co-workers

an unrequited crush ( either on sully’s end or your muse’s )

a good influence on him .. please... i’m begging you

someone that can nerd out over books with him !

friends !!! everyone needs friends and lucky for sully, he’s pretty good at making them !! in a pushy and annoying way..

enemies / frenemies pls ... these are always so much fun

anything and everything else !! if we can’t figure out a plot between sully and your muse, we can always just do it old school and throw them at each other in a random thread and see what happens !!

#misty.intro #this is a whole ass novel im sorry nfidjmfsdl

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