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markantonys · 8 months ago

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while i'm on the subject of trakand speculation, i'm going to properly lay out my theory that moiraine won't be related to them in the show.

the show is very good at planning ahead. since s2 introduced elayne and they knew s3 would introduce the rest of the family, the s2 damodred family plotline would've been an absolutely perfect opportunity to set up moiraine's connection to the trakands (numerous occasions where she or anvaere could've mentioned having a now-dead brother, or there could've been a little boy included in the young sisters portrait). since that didn't happen and s2 very very strongly implied it was only ever the 2 sisters and their 2 parents, it makes me suspect that connection has been axed.

per a leak from the actor's cv, it seems galad is named galad trakand in the show. this could certainly just be a change made to group him more explicitly with the trakand family without removing his damodred heritage, but it could also indicate that his dad was not a damodred in showverse.

the only thing their dad being a damodred matters for that i can think of is that it gives elayne a claim on the cairhienin throne. but the show could easily just say their dad was from a different cairhienin noble family, and depending on how many seasons it gets, elayne claiming the sun throne may get axed as a plot point altogether and so this may be irrelvant.

let's be real, moiraine being their aunt is a funny piece of trivia but it does not matter in the books at all. it just doesn't. and the show going "oh moiraine's their aunt btw" but not doing anything with that information - that just raises too many unnecessary questions and curiosities, especially since moiraine is a bigger character in the show than in the books so we'd naturally want to see her spending time with elayne if it was revealed they were aunt and niece. so imo, the show has 2 choices: 1) keep her as their aunt but actually do something with it (not the best use of time, and tricky to squeeze in since s3 is likely moiraine's last for a while and she won't have much opportunity to interact with elayne, gawyn, or galad) or 2) just make her not their aunt.

they could say that their dad was a damodred but just a more distant relative rather than moiraine's brother (although s2's whole Fallen House vibes did make it seem like moiraine, anvaere, and barthanes are the only damodreds left), or they could say he was a cairhienin noble from a different house, or they could say he was an andoran noble. but i'm not going to bank on him being closely related to moiraine in showverse. (now, there is the alleged s2 gawyn audition script that referred to an aunt that ruined his life, but considering that not a single line from that script, let alone gawyn himself, came even close to being in s2, i'm taking the whole thing with a massive block of salt lmao)

then, what about galad and rand's family connection? this one, i could go either way on.

i would put it in the same bucket where, for me personally, i think the show should only include it if they can do actually something with it in a way the books didn't, or else they should cut it. and i can see strong arguments for cutting it - the show's already on such a condensed schedule compared to the books that it might not be wise to allocate time to delving into a rand-galad brother relationship that isn't important even in the books; rand's love life is already unusual and ~controversial~ enough without getting into "he's dating his half-brother's half-sister" territory; galad's overall story hinges on his relationships with elayne, gawyn, and morgase and so that is where his family-related screentime should be focused; galad and rand's relationship is never relevant to rand's story and is only relevant to galad's very briefly during the last battle and in a way that's easily cut (it feels more like sanderson cramming it in out of obligation to try and make the relationship relevant, rather than that the relationship actually IS relevant).

my hot take is that the only reason so many readers care about rand and galad being brothers and want the show to get into it is because they love those two characters, but hate elayne and gawyn, and thus they subconsciously lend more importance to rand-galad than is merited, sometimes to the point of placing that relationship over galad's other sibling relationships. but if you actually look at the story, it's the galad-elayne-gawyn relationship that's crucial; galad-rand doesn't matter for jack shit. so i can very easily see the show cutting it and i don't think anything would be broken by this. just say that tigraine was unmarried & childless when she went to the waste, and that galad's bio mom was some other andoran noblewoman (or even morgase herself to really simplify the family tree, though him being her stepson is something i WOULD be kinda sad to lose because it's a very sweet relationship and we don't often get to see positive stepparent/stepchild relationships in media).

okay where was i. anyway, i won't say that i strongly predict the rand-galad connection WILL be cut, or that i would be upset if it was left in and touched upon in more detail than the books did (i wouldn't be upset at all!). the show HAS historically been good at making more of some emotional beats or connections than the books did. for example, i could see them keeping the whole galad-tigraine-rand backstory & connections intact, and using the fact that his bio mom abandoned him to flesh out galad's character and explain why he is the way he is, in a similar way to how nynaeve's parents' deaths went from "just briefly mentioned and never seems to affect her" in the books to "major formative event in her childhood that explicitly shapes who she is as an adult" in the show (yeah you can argue that galad's backstory shaped him in the books, but that idea is barely in the text from what i remember because he truly does spend just about all his time & energy dwelling on his stepfamily). so it really is just a question of "will the show choose to streamline things by cutting an extraneous connection that isn't important in the books" or "will the show choose to take an extraneous connection that isn't important in the books and make it important", and that's hard to guess at because there have been plenty of examples of both approaches in the show so far.

so time will tell on the rand-galad connection! but i do feel fairly confident in predicting that the moiraine-trakands connection will be cut. but am still prepared to put on my clown shoes once 3x01 has a scene of elayne being like "oh hey aunt moiraine" jkdjfg

#wot #wot book spoilers #maybe i should have a proper s3 speculation tag at this point given how much of it i do!#wot s3 speculation

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tequlahighhh · 3 months ago

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We met when we were in the 5th grade. the teacher sat us together thinking i would quiet down if i sat beside the quiet kid. And for a few days i was. i was sitting next to him losing my mind since i was surrounded by nerds. i had nothing to talk to them about. then one day i dont know how but one day i spoke to him. i learned that he liked science. he was freakishly good at maths and that he wanted to be a scientist when he grew up. i dont remember much from 10 years ago but i still remember that spark he had in his eyes when he spoke about science. the way he described space, physics, chemistry, everything. i think i told him about what i wanted to be, maybe i talked to him about all the books i liked. soon enough we were having fun every day.

But our month came to an end. We were moved to different seats again. We didn't talk much. I was seated near my friends and he made more friends. Later he climbed up ranks in our class and I started falling from my rank. He became the scholar. First in class. And I became the student with 'potential'. We didn't even try to talk to each other. And then 3 years later in 8th grade we were next to each other again. Awkward and quiet. We both had our own sets of friends. We didn't have anything in common. He had become shyer and I had become louder and more touchy. I don't know how but we were talking again. Albeit it was more different. We both had grown up and gotten more us. Our personalities had changed. He told me he liked gaming now. He liked reading as well and a lot of anime. He asked me about myself and I think I told him that I'm still the same that I still liked reading and listening to music. Maybe he'd laughed or maybe he'd expected it. We started to chat about other things like our day and what we liked and what not. He was opening up to me again and I liked it. He was laughing louder and smiling more. It made me happy when he smiled so I did all I could to make him smile more. One day he came to class looking gloomy, no matter what I said or did his face remained the same. He was closing off again and I hated it. I dragged him behind the bleachers of the school stadium during lunch, I forced him to tell me what's wrong and he simply burst out crying. I embraced him and we sat on the ground together. We were there for 40 minutes just holding each other while he let it all out. He told me his parents were getting divorced, he told me he hated his house and he hated how they would fight. He hated how they would make it seem like it was his fault that they were divorcing. He told me that he wasn't supposed to be born and that he ruined his parents lives. At that time I could only think about how much my poor 12 year old friend had gone through. He didn't go home that evening instead I brought him over to mine. He stayed with me for about a week and wouldn't stop thanking my family during his stay. When he went home his dad had already packed his things and moved out. after that we only became closer. We were always together. Even if we were seated away from each other we'd make sure to check on the other. We'd trade food like kids during the break.

From 9th onwards he started helping me with studying. Well mainly maths and physics. Soon I found myself looking at him more than my books. The sound of his voice making me feel dreamy. I hated it. He was my best friend and I didn't wanna lose him just because of a teenage crush. I forced it down as far as I could. But later that crush brewed and I found myself in love with him. In 10th his mom decided he would switch schools. She said there wasn't any capable competition here. We still stayed in touch though. We would meet every weekend to study together. We would talk everyday on text but it wasn't the same. When my final exams were approaching his had already finished. He'd help me study take quizzes for me prepare flashcards for me and even remind me to eat between studying. He'd made a promise to me, he'd said that if I passed 10th with more than 80% he would grant me a wish. Any wish. And so I did. I studied my ass off and got an 82% on my 10th finals. He asked for my wish and I couldn't speak. What was I supposed to wish for? He'd already done so much for me. So instead I told him that I didn't know and that since he helped me I should be the one granting him a wish. Without even thinking about it hed told me that his wish was for me to kiss him. I froze. The guy that I'd loved for 2 years was asking me to kiss him. He saw my reaction and got flustered. he hurriedly mumbled an apology and tried running away. I grabbed his hand and kissed him. It was less of a kiss more of a touching of lips but it was us. I told him that my wish was for him to be my boyfriend I asked him that was possible and he replied by another kiss and hugged me as tight as he could. 10 years later we're 25 and standing on the Altar in front of a priest. I guess people meant it when they said to marry your best friend.

#romantic #romance #short story #oneshot #friends to lovers #story

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tkeyahwrotethis · 8 months ago

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been in mommy bliss and college girl mode all week so I haven't written anything new yet. I've been journaling a lot.

I have lots of inspiration to choose from between my guy friends and group therapy with other single moms.

Just a bit of my real in person life for a second.

I finally feel closure and I'm able to move on from the dumpster fire of my baby daddy.

I matched with this photographer on tinder who is kinda famous in Brooklyn but also has a house in the burbs out here where I live. He's a single dad to a biracial child, so I didn't have to wonder if he liked Black girls or not and he is such an active father. I personally knew we could never date because he usually does photoshoots for half naked (or butt ass naked) instagram baddies and the way my jealousy is set up....

but I like his art, his passion for film and color, and his vision for his models. he could DRESS for a white boy.

anyways, we met for coffee at Starbucks, it's not my usual spot. I told my family I was going grocery shopping, so I had a few hours to spare. The conversation went really well in Starbucks and I started drinking his coffee by accident lol he told me take the coffee to go and we went to his car in the parking lot.

he told me his bm was still really young and just dropped his son off one day and never came back. She still wants to party and be on the scene and in a new relationship. His parents (these elderly white people) keep his son here in the burbs when he has to be on the scene in the studio in Brooklyn.

We talked about really heavy topics about what it means to raise biracial children in America. How scary it is to be new parents and single parents.

THEN THE COMPLIMENTS STARTED ROLLING IN

as my first coffee date postpartum he was making me feel so sexy and so beautiful I was blushing so much. I didnt feel like someone's mom or insecure about my body. The eye contact was really nice and I just felt seen. Then he asked if he could kiss me and I didn't know what to say no one ever asked to kiss me before so I was like idk, no. and he was like well can you kiss me? and I said maybe ... where?? and he was like my neck. So I started kissing him on his neck then I started licking the tattoos on his neck. then we kissed.

He kept tryna get me to the backseat but I was like I'm someone's mother... and he would respond and be like and? i'm someones father and we'd have a little laugh. Then idk I just.. panicked. I started hysterically crying and I told him I felt really guilty dating with a baby at home and Im genuinely not sure why my baby father doesn't fuck with me. I always wanted a family and he ruined that for me.

HE WAS SOOOO UNDERSTANDING

he was like im in the same boat with you. I don't want little 3-6 month situationships. I want a family with my bm but they don't want us, and we deserve love we don't deserve to be lonely so we still have to try and keep putting ourselves out there. then he hugged me deeply. I felt like ruined the date so I was like gotta go im so sorry and I just kinda left things a bit awkward but yeah... hopefully I don't cry on my next date wtf.

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fardell24b · 11 months ago

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Spider Quinn 05 - The Trip to Freemont - Part 1

05 The Trip to Freemont

Jane looked at the card Daria held out. “Wow. Licensed to drive. The grotesque picture makes it official.”

“Thanks,” Daria said.

“So now that you're in the government's master computer for the rest of your life, let's celebrate,” Jane said.

Inside, Jane took some cake out of the freezer. “Tada!”

“It looks kind of old,” Daria commented.

“Yeah, well, I baked it way back when you took the test the first time,” Jane explained.

“You baked this?”

“Baked, bought. Let's not ruin the moment with a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo.”

Then Mystik Spiral arrived.

“Cake,” Trent said.

“Cool,” Jesse said.

“It’s for Daria,” Jane explained.

“He can have some. I mean, they can have some,” Daria said.

“What’s up, Birthday?” Trent asked.

“She got her license,” Jane explained.

“Whoa! This thing is really hard and cold. You think it's frozen?”

“Could be, Nick, could be. It just might have to thaw out.”

“I’ll wait,” Jesse said.

“No, you won't. We can't hang around, man. We've got a world tour! World tour!” Max Tyler said.

“Then we'd better find a hammer. Come on, Nick,” Jesse said, before leaving.

“Let 'em go,” Daria said. “They'll give it a good home. What world tour?”

“We got a gig in Freemont, 100 miles away,” Trent answered.

“It’s a small world after all,” Daria commented

“If I could talk to the animals. Anyway, I told you about that, remember? I'm the road management coordinator?”

“You mean we're paying you 20 bucks to drive us.”

“Let's not cloud the horizon with a lot of semantic hair-splitting,”

“You ought to come along, Daria,” Trent said.

“Forget it! I tried. She's house-sitting,” Jane said.

“My mother is away for the weekend, I told her I’d keep Quinn from turning the place into a modelling agency.”

“Too bad. It’s gonna be cool,” Trent said.

“Yeah, I was there with my Dad… once…” Daria said, trailing off. His death was still rather fresh in her mind. “Anyway, isn’t it a lot duller than Lawndale?”

“Hey, not after the Spiral gets there! We're criminales! We live life on the edge! You go up against the Spiral, we're gonna take you down!” Max said.

“Even if it’s SpiderGirl?” Daria asked.

“I bet she’s a bored cheerleader with too much free time,” Trent said.

“That doesn’t explain what she’s been seen doing,” Daria said.

“Maybe.”

Elsewhere in Lawndale, SpiderGirl had captured a would-be thief.

“Like, who would try to rob a store in broad daylight?” she asked him.

“It’s early in the morning on an overcast day,” the thief responded.

“I guess so,” the young superheroine said as she looked down the alley the store opened onto. “Now, before I call the cops, I’d like to know if you’re working alone, or are following orders or whatever.”

“Why would you want to know that?”

“I’ll tell the cops, duh! Maybe you’ll get off lightly in court,” SpiderGirl said.

“Right. It was this person…” the thief started before shaking his head. “I don’t know their name. But I do know they’re operating out of Freemont!”

“Freemont? Isn’t that a dull town in the middle of nowhere?”

“He said it would lower suspicion.”

“I see,” SpiderGirl said. “Well, he’ll find that he isn’t beyond my reach.”

“Wait!”

“Yes?” SpiderGirl said as she wrote her note for the police.

“That’s all I know.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I don’t know what he would do when he finds out I told you,” the thief said,

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” SpiderGirl said. She then swung away.

Daria and Quinn got home at the same time and found that their mother was rushing about, getting ready to leave.

“Mom?” Quinn asked.

“Sorry, sometimes I leave these things to the last minute. Somehow without your father…”

Daria closed the door. “It’s OK, Mom, we miss him too.”

“Yes, anyway. I told you that he and I originally arranged this trip for a marriage seminar.”

“Yes,” Quinn said sadly.

“So, now it’s a widowhood seminar?”

“Dar-i-a!” Quinn said annoying.

“You’re right, too soon,” Daria said quietly.

Her mother put her hand on Daria’s shoulder. “I wish, Daria. But somehow, Eric convinced me to turn it into a work trip.”

“I see,” Quinn said.

“Anyway, I have about five minutes.”

Soon after Helen left, Quinn’s friends arrived. Daria noticed that Sandi arrived last. ‘There’s something there,’ she thought.

Things with the Fashion Club were tense. Quinn knew that things between her and Sandi weren’t resolved regarding her hair. ‘But it’s not just that, is it?’ she thought. They had always been rivals since she had arrived in Lawndale. ‘At least it’s the same with Stacy,’ she considered.

Then there was a phone call.

She picked it up. “Hello? Morgendorffers.”

“Jane here. I’d like to talk to Daria.”

“Sure.”

Daria waited before Quinn had left the room to talk to Jane. “You’re where?”

“Jail! You gotta come get us out.”

“What happened?”

“That's the good part. I got it on tape. When Mike Wallace gets through with these backwater cops, they're not gonna know what hit 'em.”

Daria listened as Jane explained what happened. “Wow, sounds really brutal. But why are you in jail if he just gave you a ticket?”

“We're from out of state, so we're supposed to pay the fine at the sheriff's office right away. It's a hundred bucks, and we don't have it.”

“I don’t either.”

“Obviously. Look, go over to my house. Use the door with the broken lock. There's some money in the living room table, in the drawer with the missing handle. Oh, and while you're there, Trent wants you to pick up his song notebook. It's under his bed in the burnt shoe box.”

“How am I supposed to get it to you?”

“You have a license, don't you? And listen, hurry up. I'm a survivor, but I'm not so sure about the other guys.”

It wasn’t far from the Morgendorffers to Casa Lane. Daria got the money and Trent’s notebook. She did take a peek from.

After Daria had left, Quinn called the exchange, and found that the call had come from Freemont. “Eureka!” she said when she had hung up.

“What have you found, Quinn?” Sandi asked.

“Something,” she said enigmatically.

“What?”

“You don’t need to know.”

Sandi turned away in a huff.

Sandi left quicky.

“What happened?” Stacy asked.

“I have no idea,” Quinn answered.

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry,” Quinn said.

“Of course, I’m going to worry!” Stacy said. “You know me.”

She did know Stacy. “I’ll figure it out.’

Stacy nodded.

“But I’m going to be doing something with Daria…”

“Really?” Stacy asked in surprise.

“Yes, Jane and her brother’s band are in Jail and Daria is taking the bail money there.”

“Oh, but you don’t have to go.”

“It’s a rare opportunity to annoy her on a road trip!”

“I see. I’ll get Tiffany and go then,” Stacy said.

“Cool, I’ll probably be back for Buffy.”

Stacy nodded. She liked Buffy too.

#daria #daria morgendorffer #fanfic #helen morgendorffer #jane lane #jesse moreno #quinn morgendorffer #sandi griffin #speedtrapped #spider-man #stacy rowe #trent lane

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cbncb0280 · 1 year ago

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Inequality Between Different Generations

A/N: This is based on something that happened irl to me and my cousin, going against traditional views of the older generation for good reasons...

I was having dinner at the table while not being interrupted by anyone since they were all planning to go out somewhere. Sure yes, I'm not the greatest fan of art museums or historical houses, but I didn't want to ruin the fun of my family.

I prefer water activities and things which help me released dopamine and serotonin. So this is why I decided to write some funny quotes me and my cousins shared of our parents and other family members.

Unfortunately, my father saw.

"Essiana, you don't write in your notebook at the table as it's impolite. Put it down please." He spoke.

"But Dad, no one is talking to me and I'm only writing my own personal notebook, so what's the point?"

"Essiana, I won't tell you again."

"Dad, I will not let you boss me around like this as you and Mum always do! It's my book and I'm not harming anyone."

"Essiana, do I have to get up and take it away?"

"No, I won't let you!" I began to shout rudely since I was getting angry. "Why is it so impolite when no one is speaking to me?"

My cousin, Catherine, seemed to go against my father's wishes.

"Essiana, this is your final warning." He got up and stood by me, as though he was taking control of the situation. Everyone across the table heard me shout.

"What's the point? Your views are just irrational and unfair! I never did anything immoral or cruel to anyone!"

"Give it to me."

"What's going on?" My aunty Patricia asked.

I refused and became silent. I told him to go away and had just as much power over the situation as he did. We are two very stubborn people with different views on the world.

He was just like Mr. Birling ('An Inspector Calls' character) in that way by promoting ridiculous traditional views. He told me not to do it again then he went away.

I was really mad and looked stupid to everyone else. My grandparents supported my father's views along with my aunt and uncle.

My uncle was like a practical man of business orientation, who seemed to worry a lot about money and reputation. Just like Mr. Birling, except he's not as bad and uncaring as the character.

As for myself, I deeply oppose money and even question whether it should even exist or not due to all the problems it can cause to several people around the world. "Money is the root to all kinds of evil." This is a Bible quote I strongly agree with.

Later on once me and my cousin were nicknaming my mum just for a bit of a laugh, my mum stated that we should show her more respect despite being mostly soft-spoken and not really taking it as an offense.

"Honestly Catherine. I should expect more respect from you. Same for you Essiana. I am your mother."

"But Mum, I'd tease anyone like this unless they seriously didn't like it," I commented.

"Goodness me, we'd never speak to our relatives like that. It's just not something we'd do and you should feel the same way."

"But Mum, you're a human being like the rest of us. Your parents and relatives are humans beings too. Is there anything wrong in having a little laugh?"

"I am your mother though. The Bible says to respect your parents."

"Only if they give you the right sort of wisdom, e.g. not to murder or steal."

"Essiana!" My mum said in shock.

"But why should I respect silly rules such as answering you whether I've brushed my teeth or been to the toilet? You ask me this constantly and I can't answer such silly questions."

"But I don't trust you. You wouldn't get on with it if I didn't ask you to. I know that."

"That's not fair or true. Just cus I leave things 'til the last minute..."

My cousin then started to agree to what I was saying. She had witnessed the ways my mother constantly bossed me around.

Without stopping, I carried on speaking out and challenging the traditional views. No one would stop me.

"Mum, I watched a film called 'Ariel's Beginning' once. In the film, Ariel's father Triton had banned music because he was upset about the death of his wife. Then once he spotted people listening to it, he got really angry and especially when Ariel spoke out against it."

"Yes, but we never banned music. This is different."

"She's just giving an example, Rayla," Catherine commented.

"Yes, but we don't give rules like that."

With this quote stated, I started to cry.

"See why I don't respect what you say at times? It's because I'm constantly bossed around with the most basic things. I'm not usually being taught the right kind of wisdom."

My father mimicked me.

"Progesterone and oestrogen..." he laughed.

That's it. He had really pushed the limit. Everyone else except myself and my two cousins seemed to agree with my parents' words. I cried even more and Catherine stormed off out of the dining room and into the garden.

I had no idea that she was crying. Our relatives were wondering where she had got to and my Aunty Patricia believed that I had upset her.

My mother explained the situation as I left the room in my anger. Then I heard them discussing the situation.

"Essiana just doesn't think, does she?" My grandfather stated as though it was a matter of fact.

"She'll find out the truth when she's older." My father had a good laugh at my words.

"Typical teenager!" Aunty Patricia stated boastfully.

What pure ignorance! How dare they say that! With courage, I went out of the house into the garden too, whether I had permission or not. Seriously, it's just the garden and neither myself or Catherine would travel anywhere else. Neither would we mess up the garden and trample all over the plants especially, as if!

Without surprise, I found Catherine crying. She was moaning to herself about everything that had happened in the dining room while wandering around a small sort of hut in circles. Immediately, I walked over to her and asked her if she was upset because of what had just happened.

"They just weren't listening to you!" She commented while sulking.

"I know," I replied calmly, "they don't seem to understand us as the Younger Generation. They tend to view us as stupid and naive with our words and quotes."

"If only I could get Inspector Goole involved! He would not be happy with them at all!"

"So true!"

We shared a good laugh. Inspector Goole (from 'An Inspector Calls') would more than likely not have been happy with the Older Generation's views at all. I was only speaking out for myself and not trying to make fun of my mother in really bad ways.

"Essiana, your mum just never listened to you and took on board the example you said about Triton and Ariel. Everyone looked at you as though you were stupid and ignorant."

"They were the ones who were being ignorant. It's like putting younger people down and treating them like inferiors when such people state to 'respect the wisdom of your elders', unless it's about true morality or something absolutely essential. As if!"

"I totally agree. People in the Older Generation are promoting old-fashioned views and that we need to get money and a job as an almost every day life task to survive off. They've made money become everything and think we'll need to survive with a lack of free time off!"

"Exactly! Unless someone personally enjoys their job, why can't people have more than just 5-6 weeks of time off a year? It's extremely unfair and makes no true purpose in life. To be honest, I will sound very dark here, but unless I get the free plus self-employed job I want, I may even consider committing suicplus since there would be no point living just for money!"

"I understand where you're coming from. Our parents and grandparents believe that a 9-5 job is the only way to survive."

"However, we as the Younger Generation can help to change things one day. Such as fighting for more freedom and equality between all people."

"Yes but the world won't listen."

"Not unless we keep fighting for what is right. To be fair, I actually question what are true morals. I mean like... universal morals. What three things would you consider to be true morals?"

"Hmmm... perhaps not to kill, steal and cause harm and violence to others?"

"So true! Do you really think that getting a 9-5 job and not having enough freedom while being miserable is a true moral?"

"No. Not at all. That's the complete opposite of one since the world would be making someone feel miserable."

"This is probably the case with our parents. Deep down, they controlled while they want their freedom. Since rules are generally more strict for adults, it's highly possible that they feel used and helpless somewhere underneath them. So they pass their 'wisdom' onto the Younger Generation. Having said that, history does not have to repeat itself. Truly, if we work together and never give up, we can change it."

"True. I absolutely agree with you."

Suddenly, my mum came walking out to find us then we both walked in front of her.

"Hello, you two. We were worried about you. Why don't you come in?" She asked.

"Rayla," Catherine began to speak, "we just needed some space."

Eventually, we all walked in and Aunty Patricia was very cross with Catherine.

"Cathy, why didn't you let us know where you had been?" She sounded really annoyed.

"Mum, I just needed some space," Catherine answered glumly.

"Next time, please tell us where you're going in future."

"But Patricia," I began, "I also went outside."

"I don't need to tell you off. I'm not your mother. Catherine is my daughter." She replied.

How dare she say that!

"That is so immoral!" I courageously spoke out.

"Essiana!" My mother started to speak. "You must never say that to your aunt! You should apologise!"

"But she's a human and has the right to understand actual morals," I protested angrily.

I was now exploding. I stormed off and cried while my poor cousin was unfairly told off. For crying out loud, not even my parents would do this to me. How mean!

Needing space, I went onto my tablet and released all my emotions onto my activity on Quotev. My friend, Anci felt rather sorry for me. She related to the situation too since she had been through a somewhat similar experience from what she implied.

With all this, I decided to post it as a story onto Quotev and spread my word of inequality between different generations. Here is an example of one I have just explained.

A/N: This is copied from my Quotev. But thanks for reading dis anyway and feel free to tell me whatcha think. :)

#quotev #inequality #generations #family Quarrels #an inspector calls #age #hormones are not the real reason #stupid rules #Alien's views on life #philosophy #debates #older vs younger generations #Alien Spotlight #young people are misunderstood #how dare you

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rubiesintherough · 5 years ago

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#the biggest ' fuck you ' in all of this is how condescending she was #how she dismissed all our health issues. all the work we've done #and just focused on what he hadn't #honed in on that and i had to sit in my room and listen to her ranting #to my dad. about all ways we'd ' ruined ' the house #i cant even cry anymore im cried out #i think i snapped again too cause i cant feel anything its just blank #so i guess im gonna lurk and see what happens #might write. might not.#idk might also be hard to focus when you know you're gonna #be homeless. and you dont know when.#and you'll probably be charged for any ' damages ' she finds #bc believe me... she'll hunt for them #until she finds smth #poke me if you need me but i'll be prettyquiet #(( ooc. ))#negativity tw #venting tw

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dreamifics · 3 years ago

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Steve Harrington x Reader

Casuality

Just some fluff, angst and smut

Warning: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activity, a little cursing

How did me and Y/N ended making out in my pool? Bad decisions and booze, that's the answer. I wanted it to stop, but it was good.. Too damn good. I can taste in her mouth the bitterness of the alcohol we drank a while ago. The mix of beer and vodka was still lingering in her mouth.

My hands run in her legs, as her hands tug my hair. There were fire igniting inside us, it was burning with lust and adrenaline. A low moan escapes her mouth, this added fuel to the fire inside us. We both knew that we'd regret this in the morning, but we didn't stop.

Y/N Henderson..

I'm close to her brother, but not to her. We fought monster beside each other, she was close to Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. But not to me, that's why I'm surprised when she arrived in my doorsteps, alcohol in her hands.

"Hey, Steviee!Wanna run around town and get smashed?"

She caught me off guard but I agreed, I was always intrigued by her. I never noticed her in high school but she seems to know everything about me.

"Oh, come on!Steve!I'm not stupid!I know you use that shitty shampoo and conditioner!"

"It's not shitty!It's the real deal!"

"Whatever, let's go back to your house and take a dip in your fancy pool!"

My mind snapped back as we moved to my bed, Y/N's heavy breaths and low moans was all I could hear from her. We drop in my bed, we knew were going to spend all night here. The sheets wrapped around our naked bodies, legs entangled with each others. Moans filling the room, sweats dripping from our hot naked body. We were drunk and stupid. Sobriety and rational thinking was out the window. This night was filled with bad decisions and bad decisions only.

Days have passed since that night, we decided to continue the relationship but we're keeping it casual. We're now sitting in my car, music blasting on the stereo on a low volume. She was looking blankly on the window as I drive her to campus.

"What are you thinking about?" I questioned, snapping her out of her trance. She smiled at me as she relaxed into the passenger seat.

"Whatever your thinking about.."

"Dustin moaning really weird last night?" I joked causing her to glare at me.

"No, but now that's what I'm thinking.." I chuckled at her response as I paid attention to the road.

"Hey, do you want to have a sleep over tonight?"

"Sleepover?What are you ten?Do you also want to braid each other's hair and have a pillow fight?" Her witty remarks always get me laughing, that's one thing I like about you Y/N..

"Come on, we're not gonna be sleeping anyway.." I pleaded.

"Ooh, Stevie gonnna give me the lovey dovey!" She said in a baby voice. Gotta admit, that was weird as hell.

"Oh dear god.." I mumbled under my breath.

"What's that Harrington?" Her glares could literally kill someone, I just gave her an innocent smile, she just rolled her eyes.

"Nothing.."

"I'll see you tonight, then.."

A comfortable silence filled the ambiance of the car, if I know Y/N and I think I do, she'll try to rummage her brain for something to talk to--.

"What was Dustin moaning about?" There it is..

"Oh dear god.." I just shake my head in amusement.

The first time I had ever seen you cry was the day we got home from campus, snots and tears were everywhere. I never saw you cry, even when we almost died twice while trying to save the world. Not a one single tear, but now your here infront of me. Tears in your eyes, as you sobbed into my chest. I don't know what to do, should I comfort you?

"What happend?" I finally asked the lingering thought in my head.

"I saw Dad with his brand new family.."

Y/N's father..

I never really met him but to what I gather from Y/N and Dustin is that he's a coward. He left his family to be with another woman.. Putting the three of you to emotional trauma and abuse.

"I'm sorry.." That's all I could say..

"After all what he did to Mom and Dustin, he have the audacity to be happy while Mom cover up the pain with cats.."

"I hate my dad, I swear if he ever comes back, I'll feed him to the demogorgons.. Why does this always happen to me? Can everything be just fine again?"

I hate seeing her like this.. What should I say? I can't really relate to her, my parents still stood by me.

"I'd do whatever I could do, if you want to get wasted, I'll do it with you, If you want to burn your dad's house, I'll be down with that. Just don't cry, I can't stand seeing you like this."

A small laugh erupted from her, moving beside me, she lay her head into my shoulders.

"Thanks for the reassurance Harrington.."

"That's what I'm here for.."

"Come on Steve, let's make out in your pool.." Y/N stands up, and gave me her hand, I gladly accepted it.

"Why do you have to ruin the mood?"

"How's that ruining the mood?If anything, I'm building the mood." She said in a sultry and teasing voice. I rolled my eyes, does she think I'll get turned on by that. She was crying just a moment ago, she was releasing snots.

"I think you have daddy issues, love.." It was her turn to roll her eyes.

"We all have daddy issues.." I grab her cheeks and peck her lips.

"We both have daddy issues, then." She just gave me the most precious smile that ever existed.. Oh, God. How I love you.

The first fight we had was also our last, it was your birthday. We were hanging out in your room, laying in her bed as the television played Star Wars. The pale moon was dancing all throughout the room, I knew there was something bothering me, we've been doing this for months, keeping everything casual. I'm growing tired of the constant thought that someone will take her away from me.. Don't get me wrong, I love Y/N, I'm not sure how she feel about me though. Y/N's like a close book, hard to read. So many things that I wish I knew, but there's so many walls that I can't break through. ( Where the swifties at? )

"Are you okay?" Y/N soft voice pulled me out of my head.

Am I really okay?No, why? I want us to be in a committed relationship, where someone can't take you away from me. That's how much I love you..

"Nothing, just thinking about us.." A small smile tugged in her lips as she scoot closer.

"What about us?" She asked, her brows wiggling.

"Being casual and all.." The smile she had falter, she moved away from me, running her hands through her hair.

"You know I'm not ready yet.."

"You always say that."

"Steve!I can't have this exact same conversation with you over and over again!" And here we are, fighting.. The anger inside me flicked open, I know it won't do good but I still went ahead and got mad.

"Why can't you say it once?!" Our shouts echoed through the whole house, her Mom is probably worried about her.

"What can't I say?!" She asked confused and angry at the samw time.

"That you love me!" The whole room suddenly got quiet, the look in Y/N's face was hard to read. Are you shocked? Scared? Angry? What? Do you love me like I love you? Please, say the words that I want--no, what I need to hear.

"Steve, we both know that we agreed to keep things casual.." She finally spoke, but not the words that came out was not what I needed.

"Casual?We've been together for almost a year now, how much more casual do you want it to get?"

"I--Steve, I can't do this now.." She backs away from me, opening her door wide open for me to leave.

"Why?" That's all that exited my mouth..

"Because I need space!" She snaps, a involuntary scoff left my lips.

"Space from what?!We barely have a relationship!"

"Just get away!I can't believe your pressuring me!" She shouts, but I stayed to say the words I'll regret..

"Let's just end whatever the fuck this is!"

"Fine!" She screamed as she walks up to me and pushed me out of her room.. Reaching the end of her door, she pushed me. I stumbled but managed to bounce back, before I can even say another word she slammed the door. And there's that..

"Steve?" Dustin came out of his room, a worried expression painted in his face.

"Are you and Y/N okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a--" I stopped at the middle of the sentence, my mouth refused to let the words escape.

"A what?" He questioned.

A break up..

"Nothing, it's nothing.." I lied..

I didn't know why I couldn't say the words. I clearly never wanted this to happen, I didn't know what happend. And I can't take it back, what's done is done..

Life with Y/N was hard, but life without her is much harder. Was I in the wrong? I shouldn't have pressure her, all I wanted is to go up at her house. But Dustin told me, she was really busy with a lot of schoolworks. Where did it get so complicated?

I was walking home when I saw Y/N, just standing in my porch front step. She seems fidgety and nervous, those sweet eyes seem to notice me. Y/N was wearing one of my Van Halen shirts, with a short and just some sneakers. You always looked beautiful in my shirts..

"Steve.." I love how she says my name, but I love it more if she screams my name. Flashes of her naked body grinding on me suddenly appeared on my head. This was not the time but I couldn't help it. I miss her..

"Hey.." I greet..

"I just wanted to--"

"I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn't pressure you like that.." I cut her off, I'm right. There's no need to apologize, I was in the wrong. I pressured her when I agreed to keep it casual.

"Still, I'm sorry too.." Y/N was always nice, never letting her pride get in the way of her life.. An eerie silence once filled our conversation, I never wanted this but maybe..

"Maybe it's best if I give you the space you nee--"

"I love you.." She cuts me off..

"Huh?" My mind went blank, my eyes blink rapidly as I try to sink in the three words you just dropped.

"I don't need space, I love you Steve Harrington.." She confessed cheekily, a small smile appeared on our face.

"I love you too.." She just smiles at me, but she was waiting for something. What is it? A ring, maybe? But this is not a proposal..

"What are you waiting for?Kiss me."

Ohh, right.. The way I moved was slow, I think she grew impatient because you pulled me and our lips collided into one. The way your lips was covered in the strawberry chapstick I gave you, this was my favorite thing in the world. I slid my tongue, it danced with yours. I pushed you in my door, opening it in the process.

When it burst open, we celebrated by going into my bed. Pushing Y/N into the bed was pretty arousing. We didn't need words or foreplay, we're pretty straightforward. Our lips once connected again, heavy breaths and low moans was all I could hear.

We slowly undressed each other, our lips was still intact, rushing into things was never really your motto. I felt your skin made contact with mine, I felt the heat from your body. My hands were making their way to her tender breasts, I slowly massaged it until the nipples turned like tiny stones. A loud moan came out from her mouth, I couldn't resist and licked them, biting them playfully. Another moan came out from her sweet lips, I stopped as I took out my hard and mounting manhood, I rest it unto her thighs. Y/N sits up, looking at me with questions in those eyes.

"What happend?You got tired?" Y/N whisper in her sultry voice.

"Taunting me?Really?"

Before she can even respond I got on top of bed and smirked, your naked body was softly laying in my bed. This made me harder, you're so perfect in every way. My hands are already in your legs, spreading it wide and open. I can see you closing your eyes at my touch, I drove my two fingers inside her. She moans with the contact it made, eyes rolled in the back of her head. I ravish her breast with my mouth as my fingers interact inside her.

"Fuck, Steve!"

I was hitting the right places, she was twisting left and right, her hands were gripping my sheets, I pulled my fingers out and replaced it with my organ. A loud piercing moan escapes her lips as I pump into her, every thrust was in sync with her breathing. I slowly grunt as I pump harder and deeper into her, I yank her legs back, as my other hand gripped her ass. I dug myself further into her, setting off another shattering moan.

"Steve, faster."

I increasing the speed, she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails digging into my skin. Pain and Pleasure was a great mixture for me. I hit every possible spot inside her, the nails dug deeper as I thrust harder and much more deeper. The speed increased once again, as I feel both of our climax building up inside, it can explode any second now. Every thrust I make, every moan she screams, and every sweat that drips was a cherry on top.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

With that we both exploded into each other, I felt a warm liquid flows between her legs and mine. A small smile appeared on her lips as we were both out of breath, her hair was all disheveled.

"Well, that was fun.." She whisper, her voice hoarsed from all the moaning she did.

"I can see.." I joked causing her cheeks to blush..

"Shut up!"

I pulled out, she shivered at that action. I laid next to her, she looks at me with love and compassion. She pecked a kiss in my lips, cuddling besides me as the moon peaked through my windows. Y/N deserves every love and adoration in the world, I'm going to marry you someday..

This is my first smut ever, I hope it was..nice? If there's anything wrong I did in the smut, you can tell me, I'll do anything to improve it! I also accept request, any characters! Marvels, DC, B99, FRIENDS, Criminal Minds, TBBT, Community, basically anything! I accept anything! You can leave a comment or give me an ask!

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kookie-doughs · 3 years ago

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.

Chapter 22: Then It Ended

As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up. Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.

As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG) It was fun to burn. As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past." The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad. That was okay with me. Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...." Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy. On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors. As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human. "I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know." I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend. Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on. I asked him where he was going to search first. "Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..." "We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?" "Yeah." "And you remembered your reed pipes?" "Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat." But he didn't really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway. "Well," he said, "wish me luck." He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes. Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware. "Hey, Grover," Percy called. He turned at the edge of the woods. "Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas." Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him. "We'll see him again," Annabeth said. July passed. I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava. From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.

I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion. "You shall go west, and face the god who has turned." "Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades." "You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned." "Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades." "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited. "Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"

"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."

"So why are you still uneasy?" The last night of the summer session came all too quickly. The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads. Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy. "The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!" The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause. I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year. * * * The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could. I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear (WRONG NAME) , If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit. Have a nice day! Mr. D (Dionysus) Camp Director, Olympian Council #12 That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld. Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions. The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport. I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.

"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.

"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.

"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"

"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.

He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.

"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.

He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."

I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.

"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"

"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"

"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"

He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."

As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"

"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.

I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"

"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."

"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"

Nothing was working.

"Come with me..." He muttered.

"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."

"I can't change my mind."

"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."

He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"You'll stay with me."

"What? Luke I wo--"

"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."

"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"

"Yo-You... might change my mind."

"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."

"I do my lord's bidding--"

"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."

"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."

Worry not hero. We shall stay.

"Please..."

We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.

I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---

We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.

I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House

***

Percy finally opened his eyes. He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.

"Here we are again," Percy said. "You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..." "Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit." He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved." "Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened." Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.

I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all. The room was quiet for a long time. "I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."

Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story. "This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once." "Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him." Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—" "Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!" "Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready." "Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?" Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—" "You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?" His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..." Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows. "All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!" He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing." "We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said. "We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come." "Assuming I live that long." Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision." "I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you." He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here." "Who's here?" Percy asked. Nobody answered. Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time. Annabeth studied the floor. "What's wrong?" Percy asked her. "Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?" "Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside." "Percy, that isn't a good idea." Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.

I said, "I told you ..." "I'm fine," He insisted.

He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance. By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing. It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun. "What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us. "I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only." Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy." He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?" She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver. "I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try." "That took guts." She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?" Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."

"You already know my plans."

"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?" "Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."

She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug. "Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."

"You too, Wise Girl."

Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."

"Of course Peabody." We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world. "I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"

"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..." He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."

"Alone?"

I smiled at him.

"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"

"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."

I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.

"Delivery for Y/N L/N."

"Uhm..."

"Hermes." He said.

I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.

"H-Huh...?"

"For helping Luke."

"I..."

Don't forget her mail!

Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!

No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!

"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."

"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.

Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."

"Hi?"

Hello!

"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."

Next time we meet you should have snacks.

Then he vanished.

Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.

Sweetie,

You've made quite a friend here.

-Mom and Dad.

I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.

Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.

"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.

I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.

"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.

"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"

"Do you know where to look first?"

Call upon our hound.

I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.

~~~END OF BOOK 1~~~

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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The Oldest Pogue

Request: Yes or No

Heads up for most of these Outer Banks fic I'll probably do the mini intro lol they're fun. Btw timelines a lil weird. Takes place in ep 1 but have the party the day after they find the boat and all that. Idk Shoupe's first name so imma just call him Shoupe or dad. Idk what grade everyone is in but imma assume that the Pogues and Sarah (+ Topper) are sophomores/juniors since they're 16

"Then there's (Y/N) Shoupe, better known as Mama Pogue or (N/N). We got lucky with (Y/N) since he's the deputy's son. He's the definition of a mom friend, always taking care of us. We'd probably starve to death without his meals. Though we would never admit it, we all had crushes on him when we first met him."

(Y/N) entered the house, glancing at a passed out JJ. He chuckled, shaking his head as John B stepped out of his room.

"Morning, sweetie." (Y/N) greeted playfully, setting down groceries.

"Sorry I couldn't join you guys yesterday." (Y/N) started putting the things away and began making some lunch for the boys. John B shrugged.

"It's fine, you'll make it up to us with food." John B replied with a grin. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding.

"Where'd you go?" (Y/N) asked. John B sat at the table, glancing at JJ.

"Motel.. Found a sunken boat and a key in it so we went to the motel. Had to dodge your dad. He took money from a potential crime scene." John B told him. (Y/N) sighed.

"What do you want me to do? He already says half of our conversations are 'political'. He doesn't like that I'm hanging out with a bunch of idiots." (Y/N) said as Kiara and Pope entered.

"Ouch." Kiara grinned, glancing at JJ as he stirred. "Did you tell him about the gun and money?"

"Gun?"

"I was getting to that, Kie." John B sighed. "JJ took the gun."

"Jesus.. A gun? Underaged with an unregistered gun and no license?" (Y/N) stared at them. "Do you know how much trouble you'll get into?!"

"I tried to tell them, (N/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) pinched the bridge of his nose, putting the two plates of burgers before approaching the half asleep male.

"JJ, a gun? Really? Of all things?" (Y/N) stared at him. "Huh?" JJ looked at him, drool coming out the side of his mouth. A swift smack to the back of his head woke him up.

"Jesus, what the fuck?" JJ huffed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Come eat breakfast, JJ." John B called.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you four?" (Y/N) asked, sighing softly. JJ stood, chuckling.

"Love us." He replied, going to the table and sitting down.

"Please don't play with a gun." (Y/N) looked at him. JJ nodded, raising his hands. "Promise, Mama Pogue."

"Swear on Cheesecake?" (Y/N) cocked a brow.

"Cheesecake?" Kiara furrowed her brows.

"I swear.. I swear on Cheesecake that I won't play with the gun." JJ gave a nod. (Y/N) nodded, crossing his arms.

"Who's Cheescake?" Pope asked. "A fish we caught." JJ replied, mouth full.

"Gross." Kiara cringed, giggling.

"Eat with your mouth closed." (Y/N) called. JJ swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, mom." JJ replied, grinning. (Y/N) shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"How's everyone after Agatha?" Pope asked.

"I mean.. People have been calling the department left and right. The power will probably be out for a while." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Bet those kooks will have power in no time." JJ mumbled, shaking his head.

"Can't believe the one day I don't hang out with you guys, JJ gets a fucking gun." (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head.

"Also! John B and Pope surfed the surge." Kiara said.

"You did what?!"

"Way to snitch on us, Kie." Pope mumbled. Kiara shrugged.

"It's called payback." Kiara replied with a chuckle.

"If it took down a boat, it probably could've taken you along with it." (Y/N) placed his hands on his hips. JJ mimicked him, earning another smack on the head.

"Come on, we're having a party at the boneyard." John B said.

(Y/N) laughed as he won the drinking competition. JJ laughed, high fiving him. Kiara noticed the JJ held onto (Y/N)'s hand for a little longer than needed.

"What would daddy say if he saw you drinking?" JJ asked, getting another cup. The two headed over to John B. (Y/N) laughed.

"What's he gonna do? Ground me? Lock me up for drinking?" (Y/N) questioned. JJ shrugged, grinning as he offered John B a cup but noticed Sarah Cameron and offered it to her instead.

"Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milawaukee beverage?" JJ asked. (Y/N) shot him a look, glancing at Topper.

"No, thanks." Sarah smiled, shaking her head.

"Come on. Is it not fancy enough for you?" JJ asked.

"No, we were just leaving-"

"You know what? I'll take it." Topper cut in. (Y/N) and John B shared a look.

"Let it go, JJ-"

"No, no, I'll have it." Topper cut (Y/N) off.

"That's nice, Topper but I didn't ask you. Now, if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn't. So, Sarah-" Topper knocked the drink out of JJ's hands which in turn made JJ grab him by the shirt.

"JJ!" (Y/N) grabbed him as John B and Pope came in, pushing him away as well.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper shouted. (Y/N) looked at John B.

"John B, don't you dare-" John B turned around, shoving Topper back. Sarah tried to cut in but Topper punched John B. The fight caught the attention of everyone else. Topper kicked John B while he was on the ground.

"Hey, John B, don't make me down you like your old man, alright?" Topper said.

"This dumb fucking blonde." (Y/N) whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. A fight quickly broke out, the two fighting in the waves and sand as the crowd chanted. (Y/N) watched them, trying to get them to stop.

"Topper, stop!" Sarah shouted, trying to stop her boyfriend from drowning John B. (Y/N) quickly stepped in, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him back, punching him. John B coughed behind him, head spinning.

"You wanna go, Shoupe?" Topper asked. (Y/N) went to respond but a gun was pressed to the side of Topper's head, the safety clicking.

"JJ-"

"Your move, broski." JJ stared at Topper. Most of the teens on the beach ran while Sarah and the other Pogues tried to get JJ to put the gun away.

"We're good! We're good!" Topper repeated.

"(N/N), Kie, check your psycho friend!" Sarah watched, panicked and worried for her boyfriends life.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted, shooting two rounds into the air. Pope and Kiara shouted at JJ while (Y/N) quickly rushed to John B's side as he collapsed.

"My dad's gonna kill me." (Y/N) whispered, dragging John B out of the water.

"Help me!" (Y/N) called, getting the others attention. JJ and Pope rushed over, helping (Y/N) carry John B to the van.

"Is he okay?" Kiara asked as she drove.

"Yeah, he's breathing." (Y/N) replied, staring down at the male. John B coughed but didn't open his eyes.

"He might have a killer headache tomorrow but other than that, he should be fine." (Y/N) said.

"I can't believe you were so stupid! Taking the gun out on a kook?!" Pope stared at JJ. The two got into an argument, Kiara jumping in as well.

"Enough! JJ did it to help stop Topper from hurting me and John B. Yes, he could've done it another way and handled it better but at the end of the day, he was trying to help." (Y/N) looked at them.

"You always take his side." Pope mumbled.

"It's cause he loves me." JJ grinned.

"You're my least favourite child." (Y/N) mumbled. JJ chuckled. "Admit it. I'm your favourite." JJ cooed. (Y/N) flipped him off. They got to John B's place, getting him in bed. (Y/N) got on his dirt bike and rode off, heading home.

"Can't wait to hear this lecture." (Y/N) mumbled, parking his bike and heading inside. He entered the kitchen, starting up dinner. (Y/N) made his dad's favourite, hoping it would please him. (Y/N) heard the door open and clothes, his dad entering in uniform.

"Hey, dad." (Y/N) greeted, placing the plates of food down. He sat, shooting his dad a smile.

"Got a call not long ago. Some kid had a gun." Shoupe said, sitting down. (Y/N) hummed.

"Did you find out who it was?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe shook his head.

"No.. But from eyewitnesses, there was a fight and I heard you were involved." Shoupe said.

"Dad, you know I'm not the violent type." (Y/N) continued to eat. "But I did punch Topper for trying to drown John B." (Y/N) said quickly.

"Thank you for being honest." Shoupe said, sighing deeply. He put his fork down and looked at his son.

"(Y/N).. I don't want these kids to ruin the possibility of you going to culinary school." Shoupe said. (Y/N) sighed, looking away. "And they will if you keep running with them."

"Dad, I'm gonna be a senior next year. I have my whole life ahead. I could enter culinary school whenever I want or feel like it." (Y/N) said. Shoupe sighed and nodded.

"I know.. I just don't want you getting stuck here. I want you to have an early start." Shoupe said. "I'll be accepting of you.. No matter what." Shoupe assured.

"Thanks, dad. Anything new today?" (Y/N) asked. He thought back onto what John B told him.

"Nope." Shoupe shook his head. (Y/N) hummed, nodding. He stood, washing the plates and heading off to bed. He hoped the following days would be better.

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cupcakesmoothie · 3 years ago

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I'm up to Season 2 and I don't like Skylar White (From Breaking Bad).

I know a lot of people here like her more than Walt (Which is honestly reasonable, I really do not like how he treats Jesse).

And yeah, I get where she's coming from. (Currently) She's a pregnant woman whose husband (With lung cancer, mind you) disappears randomly without any idea where he's going. She has a right to be mad.

I don't like the way she reacts to things. All loud and self-important and close-minded. (I just really hated that scene with the talking pillow when she gets mad at Marie for giving her honest opinion about how it's Walt's choice)

But I think the main reason why I don't like her is because she kinda reminds of my mom, which is never a good thing.

Now, my mom is a great person, and she's supportive of what I want to do, and she raised me without any help from my dad.

And boy did she tell me about how hard it was/is.

Raising a kid as a single parent is hard, I know that. But she was just so confusing sometimes.

She'd tell me about how my dad never did anything for the family, had overly ambitious ideas for business that ultimately caused him to go into more debt, how everyone from his side of the family saw her as a useless woman who wasn't doing anything to help the family when it was CLEARLY the opposite.

But she also praised him and told me about how good he was at fixing things, and how much he loved me.

She built my dad a pedestal while simultaneously knocking it down. She told me how bad of a father he was but didn't allow me to hate him for that.

And that is simply not what I needed as a 13 year old.

And I HATED how she'd tell me about his side of the family too, when I had to go there every single day after school and see all these people that didn't appreciate my mom but also fed me and took care of me almost every day.

She'd tell me about my grandma, my aunts, my adult cousins, the expressions they made when she had to ask them to drive us home, the way they didn't appreciate any of the gifts she got them, how they talked about her when they thought she wasn't listening.

But when I went upstairs to hang out with my cousin, away from all the adults to hang out with the only kids in my age group, the only friends I really had, turns out that was bad too.

Because they were boys, and maybe they'd do something to me (The oldest one is my age, older than me by 6 months, and the youngest one is 3 years younger. Honestly what the fuck were they going to do and was I supposed to apply that to everyone else?). Because the way we'd hang out was playing video games, when we were supposed to be studying (Which is a more valid concern, sure, but honestly what did she expect when all 3 kids didn't do well in school in the first place and honestly didn't care about it either)

Of course, it's not like that anymore. She and my dad are (finally) getting a divorce. She's actually willing to listen to what I have to say, and she understands how much harm she caused and how much she affects me (What with being the only parent AND person present most of the time). She understands that I don't like listening to her problems, because her problems aren't something I can solve (Work related) and also affect me (Family related). She (probably) knows how much she ruined all of my relationships with everyone on my dad's side (Including my dad). She realises that my grandma's house simply wasn't a good environment to study (Or learn), and she shouldn't have expected me to do so, in a house where the TV was always on, there was virtually no one to ask for help with homework, and even though there was a piano RIGHT THERE waiting to played, and my aunt even encouraged it, knowing it was a good skill and you could get a career out of it, there was rarely ever a chance to do it because there was an old man who needed his rest, and even after (and before) he died there was someone watching the TV who didn't appreciate being disturbed and the only time it wasn't on was 10pm at night and playing the piano would disturb the neighbours.

This got very long and turned into a rant. I'm sorry.

But basically, I don't like Skylar because she reminds me of when I didn't like my mom.

My mom is better now, so maybe Skylar will get better too.

#TLDR: I don't like Skylar because she reminds me of when my mom kinda sucked #rant #breaking bad #Skylar White #sweetmountainseeds

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helenofsimblr · 4 years ago

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*chills run up Cat's spine* Cat: T-those aren't real... are they? Wait?! your daughter? Lyra... what am I dreaming about? Judith was the name of the little girl! I ended up in that dream again, I saw her in a room... the house had changed and we talked. She was waiting for someone to come save her from a room that "John" made?

Narrator: Lyra just bowed her head and faced with the enormity of what had happened had to face it again, processing this was not easy for her. It was pain, Anton and Judith had together pretty much ruined her life... and the battle scars of their actions sat on her skin in plain sight. She looked old and dreadful.

Lyra: I need to explain. But, you… Oh dear me… Ok. *She takes a deep breath*

*Cat tearing up* Cat: "I'm sorry Lyra. I didn't know. I tried to get her out of that house, away from the monster, but she grabbed her from me before a knighted figure carried me into another place. She was brave you know, didn't want me to get hurt. I was drawn to her room with twinkle twinkle little star.

Lyra: I don't know what that room is with John, I will have to ask him, but, Vampires are very very real. I assure you. Anton changed Judith into one. Judith was a sweet girl, so... innocent, and kind. So very kind, as a child at least, teen Judith was… difficult. I... *her voice breaks a bit and she goes quiet* She's killed so many people... You can't believe how many.

***

Cat: I'm so sorry Lyra, you've been through so much it seems... and oh my god vampires are real... I didn't have much time with the girl, she wanted to see the stars so badly. She told me her daddy fought space monsters?

Lyra: She's not wrong, Bob is... was I guess what you'd call *quietly* a super soldier? He was strong, and in all the years I was married to him I never knew him to EVER get sick or unwell. Anyway he was dying from the stuff, and he fought Anton and killed him and he beat the hell out of Judith but couldn't bring himself to kill her, she escaped.

Cat: Hells Lyra... that's awful. Sounds like something I used to dream about. Judith is both the monster and the kid... ? I'm so confused, how did I end up in her mind?

Lyra: I dont know Cat. But, I would stay out of it. Trust me, she will kill you in the most brutal way she can think of, and there'll be nothing and nobody to stop her.

Cat touched Lyra's arm on the table and became confident and animated.

Cat: Lyra, the good side of her... the little girl... she's still in there. She's waiting for someone to come rescue her. She's in there Lyra, I talked to her. I held her hand. She wanted to come out, but the monster was so much bigger than her.

Narrator: Lyra wanted to hope so much, to accept it, but how could they best Judith without Bob... it was impossible.

***

Cat: I'm not even sure how I got in there, let alone how to keep out of it... but she knows my name. I doubt I can stay out of anything now. If she's that determined she's going to find me. She had stickers on the wall, all of her family. Talked about her dad and her doofus brother.

Lyra: Cat, I think... somehow... your dreaming thing... its... growing and you've penetrated into Judith's mind. I don't have answers. As for vampires, we'd need an expert on Vampires, and it just so happens I know one... if we need her... hopefully not.

Cat: She must have wanted me in there for a reason right? Judith is the first time I've ever dreamed about something other than those old dreams and the ones about the *quiet* aliens. I don't know where to go with this that won't land me in an asylum.

She slumped back into her seat. Lyra felt motivated But then she remembered about Cat and her life, and how hard it'd been.

Lyra: Cat, you get dragged into this... there's nobody who can help us... I don't know any other super soldiers who can kill vampires with their bare hands... I don't want you to get hurt.

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awesamblr · 4 years ago

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PART TWO OF GHOSTBUR!!! Since you seemed to like the first one! :D

They all pause for a moment to take in what they just heard.

Wilbur...? Doesn't remember them...?

Tommy is the first one to speak up, sounding more hurt and confused with just an edge of anger to the words. "We...We're your family, Wilbur!! Wil- ...Wil are you-" Tommy doesn't want to believe that Wilbur doesn't remember them, he doesn't want that... "Wil, you better not be fucking with us-" he starts again, sounding more angry, fresh tears beginning to fall. "Cause if you are, I swear to god-"

And he stops as he finds a hand on his shoulder. Tommy turns and finds Techno.

"Tommy...he doesn't remember us Tommy..."

Wilbur shifts around, floating around slightly and awkwardly. "Y-you all seem to care a whole lot..." his hand moves to his chest. "I can't remember how I died...I can hardly remember anything...I'm so sorry if you knew me well..."

Tommy gets angry again- calling it anger is a disservice to the emotional turmoil, he was upset and scared and happy and so so sad- and Techno gets ready to hold him back again when another voice interrupts them.

"Knew you...?" It was Phil... "Knew you??" He pulled up his hanging head and tears ran freely. "Hell, Wilbur- I RAISED YOU!! I know you better than I know myself!! Wilbur, don't you recognize me? Recognize us?" He takes a step toward Wil and so much pain and hurt reflects in Phil's eyes- it hurt to look at them. "Wilbur we're your family! Those are your brothers...!! And I'm-" he remembers the explosion, the pleading of his son- kill me, kill me, please kill me- and takes a shattered breath. "And I'm your father."

Wilbur looks around at the broken family.

A boy who looks as if he once held his entire world in his hands, only to have it melt through his fingers and spill to the floor.

A man who looks like chaos incarnate, now heavy with guilt and shame, a horrible tiredness running through him endlessly.

A boy who looks as though he'd been through hell and back with a smile on his face, still trying to be happy for others around him.

A man who looks as though he had the world. As though he had absolutely everything. And now his everything was gone.

And Wilbur speaks. "Was..." he gulps in a breath at the teary eyes, almost not wanting to know the answer to the question on his tongue. "Was I a good brother?"

Memories flood the minds of the family.

Tommy recalls times of when him and Wilbur would make huge pillow forts when they were younger and of how whenever Tommy was upset, Wil would come up behind him and lay himself over his shoulders in a lazy gesture- not quite a hug, but something that felt the same.

Tommy also remembered Wilbur, eyes alive with insanity and agressive cruelty. The Wilbur that would scream at Tommy and pound his fist against the wall and tell Tommy that he was hopeless.

Techno remembers times in his life where him and Wilbur would sneak out of the house together to go hunt mobs- Wilbur never really wanted to be there, but Techno would never have gone without him. He remembered how when Techno would lock himself in his room and quietly panic, only to hear the calm strummings of a guitar from the other side of the door until Techno calmed down.

Techno also remembered the Wilbur that wanted to blow up Manburg, that wanted Techno's help in it's destruction. The Wilbur that craved chaos and hurt and pain. The Wilbur he had helped to destroy good.

Tubbo recalls times after he was adopted into the family, times where he would struggle with reading and writing and Wilbur would silently walk over and help him. He remembers times when he feels lost and Wilbur would pass by him humming a tune Tubbo would recognize, and soon the two of them would be singing loudly in the livingroom and laugh when Phil came down and yelled at them.

Tubbo also remembered Wilbur, actions shaky and plagued as he spouted on and on about Manburg and L'manburg and would sing stuttering and manic lyrics to a half-finished song and scribling them to a wall of his insanity.

Phil remembered Wilbur, the moment he came into Phil's life, the moments that he would have to wrangle the pure-hearted chaos of the boy with eyes that sparkled with neverending wonder and curiosity and passion. He remembered moments when Wilbur would begin to cry or leave the house telling the others he was "going for a walk" when they all knew he would break down the moment the house left his sight- he remembered the way he once cried for an injured bird when Phil told him the animal wouldn't make it, and remembered the way that Phil wasted a health potion on the little bird that night, just to see him smile again.

And Phil remembered the Wilbur in the control room. His eyes, his voice, his actions- a shattered and twisted version of what Phil had known him to be. The way his voice cracked and the way his eyes were alive with pain and madness and the way he fell to his knees as the home he had built was blown to bits. Phil remembered the way that on his knees still, Wilbur grappled onto Phil's coat and begged him over and over to end him, so much pain and hurt and trapped craze in his voice it shattered Phil.

"Was I a good brother?"

They were silent.

And then a small word from a small boy- a boy now president of a ruined land. "You were the best big brother anyone could ask for, Wilbur." They looked to Tubbo, who hadn't spoken a word the entire time. His eyes still dripped tears, but he had the most wonderful smile on his face. "You were the coolest big brother in the world. Why do you think we're so happy to see you again?" He gave a wet laugh. "Hell, you were amazing! Did you know that you used to help me with my english homework cause I couldn't read? A-and you would sing songs with me when I was sad!! You were the kindest brother a man could ask for."

"For real, Big Man!!" It was Tommy's turn to speak as he tried fruitlessly to dry his eyes. "You don't remember, but you and me made the most massive forts and we would hide there for hours and scare Technoblade!" Tommy laughed fondly. "I remember one time Techno was carrying a stick and hit me on the head when i scared him. You sat down with me and told me that I was okay and that we were gonna whack Techno with a billion sticks when I felt better."

"You..." Techno was hesitant for only a fraction of a second. "You used to help me sneak out of the house and we'd do all sorts of crazy things. You always said you were watching after me to make sure i never got hurt." He gave an amused chuckle at the memories. "You would play guitar in the hallway when i was upset, no matter what time it was. You got in trouble a lot for that, but you never stopped."

"Wilbur..." They turned to Phil as he adressed his son. Phil remembered and remembered and couldn't stop remembering and everything he remembered was good and every single memory was filled with thoughts of Wilbur- that's my son!- even in his last moments, and even the moments after when Phil had known he was long gone but held him closely anyway, he remembered the way he felt. Wilbur had never stopped being his son, Phil had never once stopped loving him. "Are you proud of me, Phil?" And the blonde man let more tears roll down his cheeks.

Phil tugged the ghost man into his arms and held on as if he ever let go, Wilbur really would disappear and be gone forever. "I'm so proud of you, Wilbur..." He spoke into the ghostial yellow sweater his son wore. "You were and still are the best son a man could ask for...i know you forgot that. But you know now and that's all that matters. I'm sorry i wasn't a better father, but know that i am so proud of you...so so proud, Wilbur..."

And Wilbur hugs him back.

It's hesitant, but it's there.

And Phil's other sons will know that as Wilbur embraced his father, tears rolled down his face in an unstoppable flow of emotion that Wilbur himself didn't understand completely, but his brothers did.

Wilbur doesn't know why he was crying. He didn't remember these people. But their emotions and connections were so so strong he felt the hints of distant memories flood him.

Someone giggling as they stacked things together.

Someone singing loudly with him as they danced around a room.

Someone chatting and joking with him under the stars.

Someone there, always always there. They never left...and they loved him so much.

"So..." Wilbur tried to keep his voice even, but found he could not. "I was a good brother?"

He was flooded with more arms- the embrace of his siblings, all shouting and telling him he was wonderful.

Tubbo...he remembered the name and he felt emotions attached to the name and the face, but he couldn't remember why.

Tommy...he could recall emotions attached to that name and was flooded with involuntary emotions when he looked at his blue eyes.

Techno...he could recall the name like an old friend and knew immediately that he was a comrade- a friend- a brother? He knew that name but couldn't understand why.

And Phil...he knew Phil. The memories were so blocked and so fuzzy and he could only just make out a smiling face, but it was Phil. He didn't know why and he didn't know how but he loved that name.

He loved all their names, and was overcome with inexplicable emotions when he saw them.

"...Dad...?" Wilbur finally let the word fall from his lips.

Phil held him closer.

"You were the best son I could have ever asked for..."

(I can keep the story going if you want! I really like drabbling this it's so much fun lol! But for now this is a good stopping place cause the ask is hella long.)

MANNNN I AM IN L O V E. THE WAY YOU RIGHT IS SO NICE AND FLOWY AND IT ALL JUST WORKS SO OERFECTLY TOGETHER! AND THE PARALLELS??? MMMMMMM

PLEASE KEEP GOING IF YOU WANT IM BEGGING

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sterek8nights · 5 years ago

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Fluff! So much fluff!

Alive everyone, family feels, everyone laughs a lot, exposition like whoa, if I could I'd write this as a whole actual story but this is cute and it makes me smile!

Happy Hanukkah!

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"Flour, yeast, sugar, vanilla, eggs, potatoes, salt… Hey, Derek! Can you and Laura run to the store and grab another dozen eggs and another bag of potatoes, sweetheart? Oh! And powdered sugar and an extra jelly? Something fancy!" Talia calls across the house loudly, as though she couldn't speak at normal volume and be heard.

As though they hadn't so been politely ignoring her mutterings all morning after she'd kicked them out of the kitchen, insisting she had all the cooking under control.

Derek pops his head into the kitchen, and as cautiously as possible addresses his clearly stressed out mother. "Sure mom, but didn't we double check all the ingredients this morning?" Twice, he adds silently. Talia fixes him with an unimpressed stare, crusting her arms and blowing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes.

The action is so in conflict with the image his mom is trying to project that he can't help but laugh as he makes his way further into the kitchen. He puts his hands on his mom's upper arms lightly and smiling at her.

"Mom, Stiles and his parents are not going to suddenly decide they don't want to be a part of this family if the jelly in the sufganiyot isn't artisan made. And despite being a table full of werewolves, and one Stiles, I don't think even we could eat as many latkes as yet another bag of potatoes would provide."

Talia slumps a little in defeat, shoulders rounding and spine relaxing. She runs a hand through Derek's hair. "I know, dear. It's just that this is the first year we're celebrating the holiday together as more than just two families who are friends. This year, we're family for real. I want it to be perfect."

"And I love you for that, more than I can say, but it's already gonna be just as perfect as every other Stilinski-Hale Hanukkah. Cora and Stiles will eat too many of everything, Peter and Noah will argue about football, Laura and Stiles will be ridiculous and we'll all pretend we understand why they're laughing, you and Claudia and dad will get super nostalgic and sappy. We'll light the menorah, we'll trade gifts, everyone will get way too competitive over dreidel, and this year, for extra perfect-ness, I get to do it with Stiles as my boyfriend instead of my best friend."

Talia smiles brightly and pats Derek's cheek as she steps back to the counter to check her recipe books for the fifth time. "Perfect-ness?" she teases.

Derek shrugs, "After so many years with a Stilinski as your best friend, you pick up some things." He quirks an eyebrow at Talia, who is tapping the elegant hamsa she wears--a gift from Claudia--against her bottom lip, a habit that is also a gift from Claudia.

His mom snorts inelegantly, and Derek laughs in response, it's a few minutes later when Laura and the entire Stilinski family find them, winding down, but still laughing.

"Oh, good," Claudia says brightly, "I was afraid we'd be too late for the hysterical panic portion of the holiday cooking!"

"It's her favorite part," John deadpans, nodding seriously, a smile ruining the effect.

Stiles holds up a bag of potatoes and grins, "We're here to help!"

Talia and Derek all but collapse into laughter, and it's the contagious sort, so soon, they all join in.

There are far too many latkes, but it is a perfect evening.

#Sterek #Sterek8Nights #eternalsterek #sterek fic

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Jac & Amelia

Jac: Can you believe this girl? Amelia: No, you're right, she's unbelievable! Jac: I can't believe she thinks so much of herself Jac: who told her she was so great and was it April fools when they lied to her face? Amelia: it'll be sir from now on and she'll be loving it Jac: As if she didn't get it just because she's so loud and he couldn't bother with the tantrum Amelia: he had no idea what to do when Ciara started crying, we all saw that Jac: Exactly, she just made him feel uncomfortable Jac: not cool Amelia: it's really not Jac: Not to mention not cool in the literal sense Jac: so lame Amelia: yeah Amelia: did you see how Connor and his friends looked at her? Amelia: I'm 😳 for her Jac: She has no shame Jac: It's no wonder Keeley doesn't want to be her friend any more Jac: I heard she like, ruined her last birthday party Jac: not surprised Amelia: showing off at the ice rink does sound like something she'd do Jac: Probably 😭 she wasn't the next Michelle Kwan Jac: she thinks she's good at EVERYTHING, which is cringe when you can't back that up Amelia: and when you put that much effort in, to impress sir of all people Amelia: he's not someone she should have a crush on Jac: Talk about daddy issues Amelia: my parents know everyone, they probably know hers Jac: OMG, I wonder what they're like Jac: she has a sister too, right? Jac: but she doesn't seem as nightmareish Amelia: I think she's in the year below but I've never heard anything about her Amelia: she must not be so Savannah-ish Jac: Poor thing is probably suffocated Jac: have to be so extra to get any attention with a sister like that Amelia: thank god I've never been to any family dinners at her house Amelia: who is she friends with now? Jac: You'll have to corner your mum, find out what their deal is Jac: I think she goes 'round with that Molly girl and her friends Jac: but I don't think they're like HER friends, you knoq Amelia: come over tonight, I've already sent her a text and it's totally fine Jac: Cool, I can sleep? Jac: anything to get away from my own annoying sister for the night Amelia: absolutely! Amelia: hopefully she'll have less boring gossip than when I asked her about that new girl last year Jac: Yay 😚 Jac: I'm sure she can be relied upon for the tea Jac: if not we'll look up their tragic old people socials Amelia: being on the board of school governors is such a middle aged in Amelia: that'll be where she knows Savannah's parents from if they are anything like her Jac: Why else would you do it? Jac: There's no funding to allocate 😂 Amelia: 😂 Jac: Though, your mum has to tell us in advanced for the next fundraiser, so we can actually get in there before Savannah just takes it all over Amelia: if people would pay her to 🤫🤐 that'd be a charitable act to us Jac: That's SUCH a good idea though actually Jac: watch her flop a sponsored silence 😂 Amelia: her sister would be 💔 Amelia: thinking it's her moment Jac: Awh 😬🤭 Amelia: oh god, I'm too stupid, I did not click her last name Amelia: her dad is a self proclaimed big deal, it all makes sense now Jac: Gross 😫 Jac: links? Amelia: they're like 🤑 Amelia: [links] Jac: She does have such wannabe richgirl vibes Jac: and she looks like him Amelia: she does 😬🤭 Jac: awkward Jac: also that there's barely any sign of her mum on these socials... Amelia: I wonder if he's flirted with my mum Amelia: she won't tell us Jac: but we'll know from what she DOESN'T say 😏 Amelia: this afternoon is going to drag so hard Jac: What even is social skills Jac: such a non-class, so dull 🙄 Jac: we should go to the shops before going to yours though, get snacks Jac: AND if we get dinner your mum will be thrilled with us 😇 Amelia: 💐! Amelia: you're onto something Amelia: do you think I should tint my lashes? Jac: I know 😋 Jac: Are you serious? but your hair is SO dark Amelia: exactly, they should be naturally thicker than this Jac: Okay but make sure you get a good kit Jac: Poppy Masters in the year above us got a cheap one and they all fell out Jac: her eyebrows too 😱 Amelia: oh no Jac: She's too ginger anyway, it would have looked ridiculous if it went right Amelia: is she the one who usually looks orange? Jac: Yeah...it's unfortunate 😬 Jac: she's not allowed to dye her hair because her mam reckons she'll regret spoiling her 'natural beauty' Amelia: her mum gets botox though Jac: Seriously? Jac: I thought she was a young mum too, like you know, had her TOO young young Jac: what a state Amelia: she thought my mum got it too and was asking her where and everything Amelia: because wherever she went cut her off for wanting to keep going like all the time Jac: The cheek of some people Jac: that's like Savannah levels of no shame Jac: your mum must've been SO embarrassed for her Amelia: I was standing right there and then she gave me a talk about our natural beauty, since I owe it to her, sorry dad Jac: Well you are super beautiful 🤷 Amelia: but yours was a model and you look just like her, neither of you are in people's faces about it Amelia: 😳 stop it please mother Amelia: I don't wanna turn into Savannah Jac: You could NEVER Amelia: have you seen her socials? She really loves herself Jac: I'll go look now Jac: I bet it's all selfies though Amelia: EVERYTHING she wears is designer Amelia: we get it 🤑💸 Jac: 🙄 like way to show you have no friends or real hobbies Amelia: does she do anything but shop and study? Amelia: 🥱 Jac: Clearly not Jac: She can't be that rich or she wouldn't go to our school Jac: or live in the catchment area even Amelia: maybe her invisible mum is trying to make her more humble Amelia: she goes on holiday constantly if this feed is anything to go by Jac: we might have to help her with that goal, honestly Amelia: what are you 🤔? Jac: Well, she needs teaching when to be quiet and when to just stop Jac: so we need to find something that she wouldn't wanna overshare Amelia: but now she's sir's favourite, aren't you worried we'd end up in trouble? Jac: it can't come from us, of course Jac: it won't be hard to just get out there Jac: anyway, how long is he actually going to be able to deal with how much she is Amelia: if you tell Is anything she'll spread it around Jac: and she never remembers where she heard it Jac: maybe we can think of something that will stop her being favourite Jac: hmm Amelia: like she's 😍🥰😘 for him Amelia: if he can't handle tears Jac: I mean, it isn't even a stretch Jac: we all saw her so Amelia: and the daddy issues are real Jac: Exactly Jac: like, it's not Sir's fault your dad is the worst Jac: do you wanna facetime her later? Amelia: should we? Jac: Is, I mean, obvs 😅 Jac: she might be a bit jealous she wasn't invited but she'll still be happy we called her Amelia: what if she wants to come over though? Jac: we'll have to pretend we've got somewhere to be after Jac: so she doesn't go on and on Jac: some club, a reservation with your parents 🤷 Jac: it'll be better to tell her, I'm not messaging it, I only trust you like that Jac: she could turn on us and say we were gossiping or whatever, some pettiness Amelia: I do wanna take you somewhere cool since my dad's working late Jac: That sounds fun Jac: do you have somewhere in mind already? is it a surprise? 😋 Amelia: it doesn't have to be a surprise but yeah, my cousin gave me the idea, so I know you'll like it Amelia: the one you met at my parents anniversary party Jac: I like surprises Jac: it sounds intriguing Jac: Isabelle is definitely not coming Amelia: follow my lead with my mum, okay? Amelia: she'd only say no if she knew where we were actually going Jac: Of course Jac: I know how to play it Amelia: I trust you Jac: ❤❤❤ Amelia: if Is feels left out she can come with us when we go to Savannah's 🏠 Amelia: I've worked out where it is Amelia: she seriously does overshare on socials Jac: As if Jac: you're as smart as she is dumb, seriously Jac: probably wants people to show up, so she can show off some more Amelia: yeah Amelia: Is wouldn't spy as subtly as us, maybe I'll uninvite her Amelia: before she like falls into their recycling bins Jac: 😂😂 Jac: Bless her Jac: she had a bit of salad stuck in her teeth ALL afternoon yesterday lunch Jac: it's like she never looks in a mirror sometimes Amelia: I can't believe Declan asked her out! Amelia: nobody's ever asked me Jac: I just hope for her sake she hasn't got a reputation with the boys already or he'll be expecting something Jac: loads of them fancy you though Jac: like Luke H Amelia: he cares more about French verbs than French kissing and he knows I'll let him copy a few of my answers Amelia: which is fine because unlike Isabelle I don't know how to 💋 Jac: It isn't hard Jac: can't be if she can master it, no offence Jac: and boys LOVE a teaching moment don't they 🙄🙄 Jac: don't want a girl who's clearly done it too many times already Amelia: that isn't a rep I want Amelia: so for now, maybe it's a good thing I freeze up around boys Jac: You're so cute Jac: the boys our age are so immature anyway, there is NO point Amelia: yeah, it's no wonder I can't think of any of them that I'd let 💋 me Jac: What about Leo? Jac: everyone fancies him Amelia: and he knows it Amelia: just like Savannah Jac: Yeah Jac: do you think she's even that pretty? Amelia: she is, but I think you're so much prettier Jac: you're just saying that 'cos you're my best friend Jac: but I appreciate it anyway 😚 Amelia: I could be her best friend instead but I'm not Jac: Imagine Jac: glorified bag holder sounds more legit Amelia: she'd hate where I'm taking you tonight Amelia: not enough mirrors and selfie lighting Jac: 😏 Jac: dark corners and 🚫📸 is way more fun Jac: that's why we're friends Amelia: best friends Jac: forever Amelia: and ever Amelia: do you wanna skip social skills? Jac: didn't you like, JUST get out of detention with Hilary? 🤔😆 Amelia: yeah Amelia: the timing's right Jac: to book yourself back in? Jac: I do HATE that lesson Amelia: we can say you're ill if you're worried about joining me in detention Amelia: Savannah's display was sickening Amelia: and you're 😇 enough to get away with it Jac: I hate that I can't escape her Jac: you know she's in EVERY one of my classes, literally Amelia: whenever you want to, we'll just go Jac: I will need to get an outfit Jac: as you're taking me somewhere Jac: I was going to ask to borrow your new top but this way, we can go shopping somewhere more exciting than just tescos for the dinner Amelia: my new top would look better on you but there'll be other dark corners for you to wear it in Jac: Not even, you looked so good in it on Friday Amelia: 😳 Amelia: I did feel good on Friday, we should do that again Jac: Definitely Jac: Where do you think Declan is gonna take Is out? Amelia: his sister works at the bowling alley, doesn't she? He'll use her discount Jac: the shoes are SUCH a look 🤭 Jac: guess she can't get burger and chips stuck in between her teeth though so that's a plus Jac: romantic ❤ Amelia: annoyingly, because I'm quite good at 🎳 Jac: Who's he friends with, you could make it a double date Jac: if you beat her though she'd be so mad 😠 she's the sporty one !!! Amelia: I'm not going unless you do too, who would you want? Amelia: Ross maybe Jac: He's not too annoying Amelia: did he get with that foreign exchange girl? Jac: He SAYS he did Jac: but I don't know if that's actually confirmed Amelia: still, I don't love that for you Jac: Hayden is part of that group too but he takes Classics and he's like, the male equivalent of Savannah Jac: he does not shut up, even though he's usually wrong 😒 Amelia: 🎤 drop Amelia: even if it makes me a bad friend, I'm not invested in Is' love life Amelia: there's a million things more fun than 🎳 we could be doing Jac: Yeah, it's not remotely worth it just to spy on her Jac: she'll tell us EVERY detail anyway 💁 Amelia: 😬 Amelia: I hate hearing about her boy drama Jac: maybe we'd care if there was more to it Jac: or she didn't always make herself look like a total idiot for some boring boy with nothing going for him Amelia: maybe Jac: or maybe not 😉 Amelia: I love her but I can't help feeling I loved her more when she wasn't so boy obsessed Amelia: but don't tell her I said that Jac: Of course I won't Jac: I know exactly what you mean Jac: it's like nothing else matters to her anymore Jac: she'll get over it though 🤞 Amelia: if she doesn't, I'm not going to have anything to ever talk to her about because it's the only thing she wants to Amelia: but that's probably true of most girls in our class anyway Jac: It's so tragic Jac: do you not have any ambitions of your own Jac: like it isn't the 50s Jac: not to mention boys think that's like, deeply unattractive anyway Amelia: at least you don't think I'm weird Amelia: or the tragic one Amelia: do you think the boys are obsessed with what we're doing? Jac: You're the coolest girl I know Jac: I'd be your friend no matter what Jac: like sometimes, I think I'm only friends with Is because I always have been Jac: like, I love her but Jac: what do we have in common now Jac: and no, boys fascination with girls starts and ends in the one place Amelia: I will be your friend no matter what Amelia: and if Savannah Moore or anyone else gets in your face like that again, I will be back in detention Amelia: would I risk it all for Is in the same way, not right now, no Jac: I'm glad I've got you on my side, Meels Jac: even if she's got Sir Jac: not for long, right Amelia: if she keeps this up she won't have anything Jac: 💪�� Amelia: ❤❤❤ Jac: Okay, where do you wanna meet? Jac: I'm fake en-route to the sickbay now Amelia: [a location that makes sense] Jac: IOU a coffee Amelia: I should be treating you after everything that's happened today Amelia: you put in loads more work than she did Amelia: sir only recognises her big mouth Jac: But you've been so helpful and lovely, a per Jac: he's always been like that Jac: it's not my fault I don't like to shout out all the answers all the time Amelia: he didn't know you when you were younger and so shy Amelia: but I remember Jac: Clearly it'd be better if I was a loudmouth and said everything that came into my head though Amelia: for that lesson, but you don't have to go any more Amelia: we're only going to the ones we can be bothered to Jac: Sounds like a good idea but my grades would disagree Amelia: when Nessa was being bullied she didn't have to go to like any lessons Jac: Well I'm not being bullied though Jac: and I don't want her thinking I'm like, threatened by her Amelia: sir is close to the line, you don't have to mention her Jac: no, let's deal with it how we said first Jac: just her not being as smug will be enough Amelia: okay Jac: Trust me Jac: and you can still ditch as much as you want Jac: not gonna get in trouble with me Amelia: I'll ditch the lessons you're not in Amelia: I don't trust her and I'm not going to just leave you with her Jac: You're like half-girl half-pitbull Jac: not art though, you love art Amelia: maybe your mum and dad will adopt me and we can share a room instead of you having to deal with Jude Amelia: well then can I 🎨🖌 you? I've pushed this deadline extension as far as it'll go Jac: Ugh, don't even, that'd be the best Jac: she actually drives me insane sometimes Jac: you wanna 🎨🖌 me? Amelia: I'm thrilled my parents didn't make any 🧫🧪 siblings for me Amelia: and IVF is 💸💸 Amelia: yeah? if you'll let me Jac: You're so lucky tbh Jac: alright, but if I have to pose you can't make me laugh Amelia: 😏 Jac: You'll be the one that ends up with a dodgy painting if you do 😅 Amelia: if I asked Is to let me paint her with 🥑🥦🥬🥒 in her teeth then maybe Amelia: you're too good of a subject to mess up Jac: be so avant-garde Jac: the teacher would probably like that more Amelia: I don't care what she likes Amelia: not a teacher's pet like Savannah is Jac: you're only 🐶 part time Jac: and for a worthy cause, got it Amelia: for you, exactly yeah Amelia: 🦺🐶 Jac: what would I do without you? Amelia: you'd have less paint in your hair Amelia: 😂 Jac: Not very natural of me Jac: but I think I suit it Amelia: I think you do too Jac: I'm [different location] that nosy secretary was doing the rounds and I had to change direction Amelia: I'll be right there 🏃 Amelia: but let Is think she's the sporty one Jac: 🤐 Jac: be bit rude of you to take artistic and sporty Amelia: no way, you're good at everything Jac: but you don't think I'm unbearable like Savannah? Amelia: NEVER Jac: Good Amelia: she's pretending to know what she's doing anyway Amelia: all mouth and no talent Jac: You reckon? Jac: Probably Jac: if you're that showy, you're making up for something, anyway Amelia: even if I'm being unfair I guarantee she's not on your level Amelia: nobody is Jac: You're too nice to me Amelia: too nice like 🤫😳 or you don't think it's true? Jac: A bit of both, I suppose Jac: I do work hard but I don't need to shove that in everyone's face Amelia: you're the anti-Savannah Jac: getting into the uni I want is reward enough Jac: besides, not as if it's endearing to be a total know-it-all-show-off Jac: you don't have to dumb yourself down to be chill about it, you know Amelia: yeah, I'm chill about it, but still smart enough to follow everything she was saying Jac: Exactly Jac: all mouth no talent is not the lasting impression I wanna leave Amelia: me either Jac: not that I care what anyone here thinks Amelia: I know you don't think that about me so same Jac: I only think the best things about you, of course Amelia: you love me even though I don't have a uni picked out and I love you even though you do Jac: That's a pretty good summary, yeah Amelia: 🤓❤😎 Jac: I don't think I'd go that far 😏 Amelia: 😂 Jac: if I was such a 🤓 I wouldn't be waiting for you right now Amelia: maybe I'm that 😎 and persuasive Jac: really Jac: 👌 Amelia: you don't look like that in your glasses though, if we're being real Jac: Good to know Jac: don't need to have a makeover Amelia: I look like this 👧🏻 Amelia: I can't come for you or at you with a makeover Jac: Listen to your mother Amelia: NEVER Jac: okay, okay 😎 Amelia: [probably should actually show up gal so we can leave this here]

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rainywritingsx · 5 years ago

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Torn • BNHA x OC • Chapter 3

Whoopppp there’s another chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying the fic so far. I was actually wondering, should the chapters be longer or shorter? Please let me know what you prefer and if you have any other feedback regarding the fic please let me know!

Prologue

Chapter 1 | 2

Get to know my OC, Janie Kotu

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“You’re late.” Malo’s cold voice spoke as I took off my shoes

"I had to ask my teacher something and the road towards our house was closed, so I had to take another road." I lied, sounding more convincing than I expected. Well done, Janie. I didn't like lying but a little white lie couldn't do that much harm, right?

He looked at me for a moment before nodding and turning his attention back to the television. Of course he wouldn't bother asking more, he wasn't interested anyway. I knew that. As long as I didn't do anything strange or "hero-like" we were good.

I sighed softly and walked to my room, which was upstairs. My twin brother and I used to share one, but when we got older our parents had decided to give us separate rooms. My other brothers had a room together, which they absolutely loved since those two got along super well all the time. If they argued it never lasted long.

I liked having a room of my own. Yes, I liked people and I enjoyed having friends, but sometimes I needed some alone time. And that didn't have to do with the people I was around, I was just someone who needed their own space.

It wasn't that special, really. I wanted to fill it with pretty decorations but my father said it didn't suit a leader, which he also said about my clothing style. Why couldn't I be an awesome leader and wear cute pink dresses at the same time? That sounded so badass to me.

But no, because of his opinion on my room, it had gray and black walls, a normal bed with a normal pillow and covers. The walls were boring, no pictures or posters were hung on them. I also had a desk where I did my homework and such, my boring wardrobe with my boring clothes (and the pretty ones that I kind of hid from my dad mostly)

I lied down on the bed, releasing a soft sigh as I looked at the flyer. Attending UA would be like a dream... but I had so many other things that I'd need to worry about if I decided to go to the school. It would just be a mess and despite the fact that I kind of dislike my parents, they're still family and I didn't want to ruin what we had, which already wasn't great anyway.

...but just doing the entrance exam wouldn't do any harm right? It wasn't like I'd actually attend the school...

I could try, I probably wouldn't get recognised by anybody anyway, since my parents didn't want my siblings and I to be known by the heroes. Yes, the schools knew about me but that was pretty much it. They had their ways to get people who tried to reveal our identities to stop but since anyone knew how insane my parents were they didn't even try.

I guess I could tell my parents I was going to the gym. They'd probably be happy with that anyway. After that I could just tell them I didn't quite like it or something and that I'd train at home. That seemed convincing right?

It wasn't like they really knew about my thoughts on everything. They never asked if I wanted to become a villain, it was just going to be like that. I never talked about it either, since I quickly realised I couldn't discuss things like that with them. Imagine their faces if I'd ever tell them I'd rather become a hero...

All I needed to do now was sign up for the entrance exam and give some of my information. My parents never really checked their mail so I'd be safe with that fortunately. Information of parents would probably be necessary though.... I could lie and say that I lived alone, but I was sixteen so that most likely wouldn't be believable.

Perhaps I could say I didn't have any parents? But then again I'd have to have someone who took care of me, so they'd need their information.

Maybe I could pretend to be that caretaker... It would be a risky move, but this was a one time thing. If I would be discovered, I could try making up a lie about wanting to infiltrate or something. I mean that seemed believable... right?

Ah, we'd see. I'd just sign up now and not think too much about what would happen later since nothing would happen most likely. I wouldn't even get in, that whole thing with the little girl wasn't anything special really. Anyone would've done that if they were in my position most likely.

I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't want to attend the school, though. UA had such a welcoming vibe, as if the people all were a family despite some people not really knowing each other well. I could only dream of ever experiencing something like that at my school..

And those two people, Iida and Uraraka seemed like lovely people and they were only two students of the whole school. Of course I was aware that every school had mean people but UA wasn't just any normal school. Sure they had their way of dealing with very extreme cases.

My eyes wandered back to the flyer, opening it out of curiosity. It basically gave information about the school itself and the entrance exam. There was a theoretical and practical part, which I saw coming already. What those two will contain was a secret to every contestant, as well as the location of them. We didn't have to wear a uniform yet, but the clothing needed to fit the activities. This seemed pretty obvious though in my opinion. I wouldn't do combat in a skirt and high heels.

Although that is kind of what my villain costume would be... from what my parents told me at least. It would mostly be to 'appeal' to the male villains so I could gain more popularity I guess. It really wasn't fit for combat and from what I'd seen it seemed like my parents expected me to use my quirk to kill people from inside out. How lovely...

I'd probably just wear a track suit or something and hope that water would be there. If so I'd be at an advantage there. However, if that wasn't the case I'd have to fully rely on my physical abilities..

That was fine though, it would be a lesson for me! I could try fighting without my quirk, there might be people I'd have to go against that had their ways with things like that.

I just needed to look at this positively, then I was sure I'd be totally fine! It would be a really fun experience, I could feel it. Hopefully more information would be sent in soon....

I had to sign up first though. I'd do that and just wait to hear more. Would they even let everyone do the entrance exam? Maybe they'd already have a selection before that... it wouldn't surprise me, but then again UA seems like the school to give everyone at least one chance to show what they've got. How could they decide who gets to do this entrance exam based on their name and quirk? Someone could have a super strong quirk but be really weak physically and the other way round was possible as well.

Well, I had to wait until this entrance exam to see what kind of people were there. I really hoped to hear more very soon, I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to sleep tonight because of the adrenaline that was running through my body because of this eventful day. I hadn't enjoyed myself this much in a really long time..

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