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joshlmbrt · 1 month

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Hey! I came across your account recently so I would like to make a request where Eddie and reader are secretly dating because he says he doesn't want to ruin her reputation (she's not a cheerleader or very popular, but still) but some people are starting to suspect you two, then Eddie starts bullying you so no one can continue talking about it, but there's a catch, he does it without warning you. So one minute you're in his locker and the next he's humiliating you in front of everyone, but that only increases the rumors, because everyone starts saying that not even the school freak wants you. If u dont like ignore me pls 😭

thank u so much for this request, i absolutely LOVE this type of request:p. i hope i do it justice and i apologize for it taking so long! w; secret relationship, angst!

eddie gets nervous when dustin brings something up about you - a fidgety nervous.

then eddie gets nervous when steve brings you up at a hang out you were at since you were robin and steve’s best friend - this time it’s a sweaty nervous.

he’s beginning to suspect that people realize that you both are dating and he doesn’t want your name run through the dirt just because you decided to fall in love with him.

so he does what he does best - try to ‘distract’.

you stumble when you feel a shoulder bump into yours, brows furrowing as you quickly lift your head up. you see a mess of curls and a leather jacket. you can hear other people around laugh when they notice the look on your face - confused and slightly hurt.

it was never your idea to keep the relationship a secret, it was eddie’s. you never understood why he wanted to keep it a secret - he never elaborated on the why.

it was probably only an accident, is what you think. until it happens more through the week. and you couldn’t even ask him about it because he had kept pushing you away, ignoring you.

week three was worse.

a feeling of dread heavy on your shoulders as soon as you stepped into the chilly building, fingers gripped around the strap of your bag.

robin meets up with you, a sympathetic look on her face. “did you sleep any last night?”

you give her a look. “what do you think?”

judging by the bags under your eyes, she thinks you did not. she looks away.

“sorry,” you say softly, stopping by your locker. she stops next to you, giving you a worried look. “i’ve just… i’ve never been bullied, over looked maybe, but never bullied. and i’ve never bullied others. and eddie’s my-” you pause, hand gripping the chipped locker.

robin tilts her head. “your what?”

you lower your voice. “my boyfriend.”

her eyes widen comically wide as she gasps. “what?!” you’re quick to shush her. “sorry. when did this happen? how come we never knew?”

“6 months ago,” your eyes cut over her shoulders. “and he didn’t want… anyone to know. i don’t know why, i don’t have any problem with people knowing. but i wanted to respect his wishes.”

her brows pinch together in confusion. “why would…”

“your guess is as good as mine,” you turn back to look in your locker when a group of friends pass, eyes cutting over to you before giggling, a couple of whispers shared. “and i can’t talk to him because he’s been ignoring my phone calls and hasn’t been coming over for our usual saturday movie nights.”

she frowns a bit, head turning just in time to notice the boy, eyes narrowing at him. he peeks up before quickly looking away, noticing her stare.

she knows.

maybe lunch time he went a bit to far.

went a bit to far by knocking your lunch over your chest on accident.

conversations are stopped. eyes are on you both. and there’s tears welling up in your eyes as you stare at the tray and food spread over the floor.

dustin, mike, and lucas are staring at you, a worried expression on their faces.

jason is the first to burst out into laughter. a shrill thing that makes the hairs on your arms stand.

soon, everyone joins in. thats when the first of many tears slip from your eyes.

“i hate you.” it slips before you can catch yourself and its raw with emotion, the words getting choked up on as you watch his face fall.

you turn away, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand furiously, head down. the heavy door closes behind you when you walk out.

you can hear the door open and close again, your name being yelled. you keep walking because you know who it is, and eddie is the last person you want to speak to right now.

a hand wraps around your bicep, turning you around. “hey… i’m-i’m sorry. i-” you flinch away from his palms when he tries to reach up to wipe away the tears.

“no. don’t… don’t touch me,” you step back, shaking your head. his shoulders slump and he stares at you. he didn’t know what he expected - especially after three weeks of torturing you. “why are you being so mean to me?”

his heart breaks when he hears the crack in your whispered voice. he thinks you probably didn’t want him to hear the question, but he did.

his eyes cut down to the cracked concrete, shifting the weight on his feet. “i just… i didn’t think people would actually join in with me,” he winces at the excuse. “i didn’t want people to know we were dating.”

“why? because you’re embarrassed of me or what? because this makes no sense, eddie.”

“no! no, i’m not- i’m not embarrassed of you. you would’ve been embarrassed of me.”

“well, thank you for making that decision because bullying me totally makes me believe that,” you shake your head. “you’re unbelievable, eddie.”

“what?”

“you could’ve talked to me about it instead of making me hate coming to school everyday. i’ve never felt that way, worried about what was going to happen next, but now i do. i worry about what someone is going to leave in my locker again and hide in the bathroom because of you.”

“someone’s leaving things in your locker?”

“don’t act like you care, because you don’t,” you snap. “in fact, don’t talk to me anymore. don’t look in my direction. i don’t want to see you or talk to you.”

his mouth opens but you shake your head, letting him know that whatever he was going to say, you wouldn’t change your mind.

“bye, eddie.”

#cherry writes ✿#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn x reader

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focusontheheart · 5 months

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Meet the Team - Pseu

You can also find @picksleydust on: Twitter @ pseuboo

Ahoy friends, from the Land Down Under. I’m a fandom artist who spends my days as a barista and painter and nights hunched over my computer drawing or my ps5 playing something. Should I get more sleep? Yes. But we all know it doesn’t work like that. In 2017 a good friend of mine was constantly insisting I had to play Horizon, and that I would enjoy it, but I was so down the BotW rabbit-hole I was a bit blinkered. I also didn’t have my own PlayStation. But in the year 2020, my then GF had a PS4 she wasn’t using and let me borrow it and that’s when I played Zero Dawn. I adored it and the story but I never fell into fandom because I personally didn’t see Aloy with anyone in the first game (maybe Petra…?) and so I continued on until I caught the Spicy Cough on the release week of HFW and played it endlessly while hacking up my soul. And of course, at one point I was sucker punched by my sweet, earnest and rather poetic Marshal of the Tenakth and the rest is history.

See the Q&A with Pseu below the cut!

Q: What is a favorite piece of work you've done (i.e. completed, working on, in concept)?

I think my commissions and my comic adjacent pieces are my faves, but honestly, I don’t think I’m the best to judge, I can be a little harsh on myself. Most of my work is inspired by the strange goings on in the different channels over on the Kotaloy Server. I really enjoy drawing facial expressions and fun poses as well as funny comics and tableaus that amuse me.

Q: What are some of your favorite tropes to write, draw, or read?

My old desire for enemies to lovers is strong, but this fandom has further kindled a love for subservient men who love their feral wives. I’m also very keen on accidental marriage and “oh no there’s one bed” tropes, but who isn’t >_>

To draw? I’m basically one big rubber arm, if you can make it appeal to me then I will draw it with gusto.

Q: What is an unexpected thing or fun fact about you?

I live in one of the HOT parts of Australia but I’m originally from the frigid Northern hemisphere in Scotland. Ironically though, I feel like it was my destiny to be Aussie. I love beaches (including the sand), hot weather and vegemite with all my heart.

Q: What has been your favorite thing about working on this project so far?

Honestly, I have really enjoyed working on the sprites for this game. My main inspiration here is the other incredible artists and writers in this fandom. I’ve never been part of such a kind and encouraging one before and while I can only speak for the Kotaloy crew, I have found a frankly staggering number of amazing people in the general fandom. Y’all keep me going, I swear.

#focus on the heart #foth #foth dating sim fangame #foth visual novel fangame #horizon forbidden west #meet the team: artists and writers #artist: pseu (picksleydust)#aloy x kotallo

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cebwrites · 2 years

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OK I'm currently in a binge/obsession of a certain show that's got me hooked! hard! and then I'm also in the midst of one piece marathon and these two came together in my self ship daydream and now I must get it out before my brain melts!

to the point! how do you think Law would react to finding out his S/O somewhat secretly/doesn't exactly advertise their deep love for the show (or comic in one piece case) of Bee & Puppycat? like as far as dressing similarly to Bee (when not in boiler suit lol) and having a puppycat plush they sleep with? trans male s/o please!

Law canonically likes cute things and this show is so cute! I wanna be cute like that dammit!

hi anon, your idea was so adorable i couldn't go back to sleep properly after reading it and had to get this out lmao i haven't actually seen the show so i couldn't tell you anything about it, but i did do a cursory google search to see what the mc's outfits were like-

glad to know i’m attracting the kind of target demographic (trans/queer) i’m looking for though 💕

having a s/o who secretly wants to dress cute (Law)

transmasc reader, he/they law word count: 0.5k

As far as your obsession with a comic goes, Law really has no ground to stand on given his Sora fanboy status, so you wouldn’t see or hear a peep of judgement from them

He’d humor you and show a passing interest at first, especially if you did the same for his fixation on the Sora series, but start reading in their own time too because the cute elements and style reeled them in

It’s something tender the two of you can share together once you catch them sneaking issues of yours into his office and then hastily clearing his throat to dismiss any potential teasing (it doesn’t work but be nice)

I’ve mentioned this elsewhere already, but clothes are clothes - Law is aware that presentation doesn’t necessarily mean identity and they’d chastise anyone who equates and/or conflates the two

So when they find out how you’d like to really dress out of uniform, he doesn’t really bat an eye - a guy (trans or otherwise) wants to wear cute skirt go spinny, what about it? Surely there’ve been stranger happenings on the Grand Line of all places

But they’re more than understanding if you’re hesitant to wear it out, I can assure you that no one on this fruity, genderfuck god damn crew would judge you for even a second for having those reservations

Everyone wants you to be happy and comfy though; if that means wearing your Bee fits only in the Tang (the air conditioned floors anyway) around your peers, building up the confidence to wear them out and about while asserting your masculinity, or only being comfortable donning the cute high-waisted shorts and poofy sweaters in the privacy of the shared room with your love doctor - then so be it

If you do wear your Bee fits out and some gender essentialist twat gives you shit for it, you can expect their head to be swapped with their ass faster than the dysphoria can settle in, the rest of the Hearts are immediately there to take your mind off things so you don’t linger on that negative interaction, too

Fuck that bitch, guys can wear cute clothes and still be manly and fucking adorable

Law’s known to add some splashes of color to their wardrobe every now and again, so maybe some days he’ll even match with you - only in the sub though, he’s got a(n emo) reputation to keep up babes

The one thing that may cause some tension, however, is ‘custody’ of your Puppycat plush - that Law insists is “ours” now because you’re dating them - and why it always ends up on their side of the bed or his office, depending on how willing you are to share, or point out how Law gets huffy about you cuddling his walking plushie and youngest, therefore the certified baby of the crew, navigator; Bepo

Keep it up, though, and Law might just shambles you into the bedroom you share and stubbornly cling to you like an oversized teddy bear for the rest of the evening, with you powerless against their grip - not that you’d mind that, really...

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mysingularitybts · 2 years

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Put Your Records On [Preview]

Cat Hybrid!Yoongi x Human!Reader (you)

Appearances: Later on Bunny!Jungkook

Word Count: 1.9k

Note: It's been a long while since I've posted here but I've had this idea in my head for almost a year and would like to write it out. Plus, I got the motivation for it today. This is only a preview, the real thing should be much longer but I wanted to test the waters a bit. I live for cat yoongi and I hope to get it out of my system with this little story. Also, Bunny!Jungkook will make an appearance on the longer version, imagine how cute he'll be!!

Like every morning for the past seven years, Yoongi walks to work with his hands in his pockets and earbuds in his ears. The music blasting out of them does nothing to dampen the city noise as the extra pair of ears at the top of his head catches them. One of the downsides of being a hybrid, a cat one, to be precise.

Like every morning, he stops in front of a tall, glass-lined building that glimmers under the rising sun, and as always, he curses it out in his head (or under his breath) for it breaking his dream. The same dream that began when he first learned the purpose of the building. He scowls at it for a whole minute before continuing to his destination. A minute a day is all the time he allows himself to rain on his parade.

He walks to the small music shop tucked between a coffee shop and a comic book store. He unlocks the door fitfully, having to jiggle the keys expertly. There’s no chance of anyone stealing from the store as he can barely open the door himself. Turning on the stereo with the music of a new upcoming artist, he organizes anything he might’ve left out of place the night before and cleans the counters.

It’s become a routine for Yoongi to wake up, scowl at the glass building, go to work, endure people’s discrimination towards hybrids, close the store, go home, and go to sleep. He’s gotten so used to the repetition that when he has free time on Sunday, he feels at a loss on what to do. He’s tried opening the store those days, but then old man Lee would get mad at him for not resting.

It’s not unusual for him to get new customers. Still, they are always the same people, music students or hipsters who want to try and be cool with their indie music. Today though, he felt something change when a blue-haired girl walks into the store for the first time. The bell jingles at the top of the door as you walk in. Taking a moment to look around the store before beelining to the aisle labeled as ‘vinyl.’ Yoongi follows you with his eyes as his tail swishes behind him in curiosity.

You’d heard of this store from a co-worker and thought it would be the perfect place to find a gift for your brother, who’s recently started a vinyl collection. You rummage through the bins trying to find anything he might like but what you see is barely anything you’ve heard of before.

Yoongi stares but doesn’t approach you; he usually lets the customer decide if they need any help. He’s lost count of how many times people have told him they don’t need the help of a hybrid. But as you move into the third bin of vinyl out of the few dozen in the store, he makes a move. Yoongi doesn’t need you to be here for hours.

“What are you looking for?” he asks straight to the point.

You look up, startled, not having heard him approach you. You can’t help but stare, not because he’s a hybrid but because he must be one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. Yoongi doesn’t take it that way, as he believes you’re judging him for what he is.

“Well?” He prompts rudely.

“Sorry, um…Yoongi.” You say, squinting to read his name tag, “I’m looking for a vinyl for my brother as a birthday gift.” You look at him nervously as you feel him judge your entire being, wishing you had worn more makeup today and not stained your sweater during lunch.

“Anything in specific you’re searching for, or what is his music taste?” Yoongi asks, bored.

“He likes electro-pop.”

Yoongi nods and directs you further down the aisle, he organized the bins himself, and you were looking in all the wrong places. It seems you missed the signs hanging above the bins designating the music genre.

“You were searching in the jazz area. This is electro-pop,” Yoongi points out.

Blushing at your stupidity, you thank him and continue to search for a good artist your brother will like. Yoongi hums in acknowledgment and makes his way back to the cash register, waiting for you to finish and ringing out other customers.

As you shift through the albums, you look up occasionally to look at the hybrid called Yoongi. He sits on a wooden stool, staring out the window. The sun hits his pale face, making him look ethereal. If she was braver, she’d ask him out, but she knows there’s no way he’d like her back. He certainly didn’t show it when he helped her.

Finally, seeing more artists you recognize, you have settled on two vinyls for your gift. You walk around the store as it’s your first time in it, and you stop to look at accessories for production closer to the counter. Your eyes roam the equipment, and your hand urges you to touch it, but you hold back because you don’t need anything right now. You might want it, but you don’t need it.

Placing the vinyls on the counter carefully, you wait for Yoongi to ring your items up. He barely looks at her as he tells her the total. That’s okay, though, as it allows you to stare at him more discreetly; you are in awe of this man with his glossy dark hair and pink pout. How could you have formed a crush on a man who has only spoken five words to you?

Yoongi looks up at the lack of response, only to find you staring at him. He frowns deeply, disturbed by the situation. Her staring differs from the people who point at his ears or make off-hand comments. Yet he can’t point out why it’s different.

“Hello?” He snaps to call her attention.

“Sorry,” you flinch, a blush covering your cheeks, contrasting the blue in your hair.

“Hope you’re brother likes them,” Yoongi tells her, putting both records in a bag.

“Thanks, me too,” you manage to stutter out with a smile.

You promptly pay and leave the store. Outside you slap yourself on the forehead for being so awkward in the presence of Yoongi. Caught up reprimanding yourself, you don’t notice Yoongi staring at you from the window with a quirk on his lips.

Yoongi thinks you’re a little odd but pays you no mind. He’d thought you’d be more confident with hair like yours, but you’re a little ditsy. It’s cute. You smelled good, too, not that he meant to smell you, but it’s hard not to with his heightened sense of smell. You smelled like chocolates and something florally but not overwhelming.

To a hybrid, scents are everything they can tell a lot about a person, although sometimes they can be misled. Hybrids can sense a person’s mood and overall persona with smell alone. A handy thing to have when dealing with people who constantly discriminate against hybrids. Times might have changed, and hybrids might have their freedom now, but it can’t erase years of slavery and mistreatment.

#min yoongi x reader #bts #bts min yoongi #min yoongi #min yoongi one shot #min yoongi imagine #jeon jungkook #bts jung jungkook #bts imagines #bangtan #bts oneshots #min yoongi x you

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glenglam324 · 4 months

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Warning!: this account has mild to very nsfw art work that shouldn’t be viewed under anyone other then 16 to 18. Please proceed with caution.

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Bio: I am an artist from the United States who prefers to keep their age a secret (tho if you want a hint: I am around 17-19 range). I draw many Wacky and interesting characters, I also created the series ‘Daniel Rage Comics’ by my self (and I am officially hiring people for help!).you might also remember me also from some fnf mods as a artist/animator like Trollge universe as a ex artist, Vs Greybill who’s runned by my ex (I left because he wanted to hire a pedo on the team and me and another artist left + he’s also a bit problematic), and lastly One Helluva Funkin Night as Milly and Moxxie concept sprites. I am a big sweet tooth and is still learning to cook, I live with my parents to help them out with bills and other stuff until I can move out and go to Greenland!. I am in multiple fandoms and I love to ship Ocs together as well as Canon x Oc and Canon x Canon. I only speak English, I use a translator but most of them makes no sense so I’m sorry if I don’t understand all.

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captainhysunstuff · 2 years

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Transcript: The Chain - Resolution

The Chain - Resolution comic

Light: Ryuzaki. It’s time for bed.

L: *gulp*

*Later*

Light: *pacing*

L: *dreading*

Light: You’ve probably been waiting for this conversation for a while.

L: Actually, I was hoping you’d never bring it up again.

Light: ...

L: It was unlikely, but I still really hoped.

Light: Tch! As if you’re off the hook that easy.

L: Of course not.

Light: However, I’ve decided to not... completely reject you.

L: ?!

Light: BUT. We need to set a few things straight. At the start of this chain business, you seemed quite concerned about giving me space, mainly with sleeping arrangements. I’m content enough with our physical routine, but you will give me emotional space. Do you understand what that means?

L: Please clarify.

Light: Judging by how you described the initial stages of your *ahem* fascination, you essentially described me like a science experiment. Expose me to variables and see how I react and other such nonsense. You wanted to mentally dissect me.

L: *thinking* When you put it that way...

Light: While it comes from a place of what I hope is respect, it’s no less dehumanizing. I’m not a thing. I’m not a lab rat. I’m a person. You will treat me as such. Do you know what that means?

L: Mm.

Light: No more emotional experiments. No trying to “break me.” You’ve barely gotten away with what you’ve already done because, at worst, they were necessary to guarantee the safety of your team. You wanted to make sure Misa and I weren’t immediately dangerous. The imprisonment was overkill, but I already kicked your ass for that.

L: *annoyed* I don’t recall you winning that exchange.

Light: And I don’t remember losing, either.

L: Hm. No more intentional emotional experiments. I can promise you that. But I still have to observe you. You won’t stop my investigation of you. It’s my job.

Light: Fair. Now, regarding my feelings towards you... I can’t deny that there is some... attraction on my part. You’ve been distressingly honest with me on that front. It’s only fair that I repay the favor. I’ve... never met anyone like you before. When we first met, I said that I admired L. I wasn’t lying about that. In a way, I still do despite everything that’s happened. I don’t approve of all your methods, but still... But I can’t say I 100% return your feelings. One, they’re not nearly that intense, and two, even though this chain keeps us close, I just don’t know you enough to come to a solid conclusion. I like you well enough out of necessity, but I definitely wouldn’t mind getting a... little bit closer.

L: *nods*

Light: Just as you enjoy seeing me in different situations, I’d like to see you in different settings, too. *sardonic laugh* Where you’re not investigating me for mass homicide, for example~.

L: Henh, well, that’s probably not going to be for a while.

Light: Exactly. We don’t have time for this junk. The case needs to come first. We need to have our priorities straight.

L: Right.

Light: *approaches L* That being said...

L: ?

*Light smooches L’s forehead*

L: *shocked*

Light: Once you’re sure I’m not Kira, feel free to ask me out. *walking around to his side of the bed* Who knows? Maybe I’ll agree to a real date or two?

L: *elated* Oh! But...

Light: ?

L: *cheeky* Aren’t we already sleeping together?

Light: Well, look who finally grew a pair and finally said it out loud~!

L: It helps that a huge weight has been lifted~. Now, all you have to do is convince me that you’re not Kira~.

Light: You know I will~! *fighting a yawn* Well, can’t prove anything if I’m sleep-deprived. Come on. It’s time for bed~!

L: Right.

#transcript #text #my fancomic #Death Note #The Chain #L #Light Yagami #lawlight #dealing with confessions #lying down guidelines #don't treat Light like an experiment

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quobber · 2 years

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stars around his scars

Peter Parker couldn’t care less about relationships. He had a job to do: protect the city. That was his first, (and only,) priority. But all of his preconceived ideas about relationships came to a screeching halt when he met her. Gwen Stacy.

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Peter looked at the crumpled up piece of paper in his hand. Dorm room 209. Easy enough to remember, and the dormitories weren’t too far from the science building. He was a chemistry major. It was either that or biology, but Peter found chemistry more interesting. Plus it was his best subject. He had applied for a scholarship but was rejected. The college only offered one science scholarship and it went to someone else. He was upset about it, of course he was. But it only motivated him to work harder. Maybe if he did well this year, there’d be another opportunity.

He knocked on the dorm door quickly before walking in. He let out a small sigh of relief as he found he was alone. It gave him some time to settle in, maybe practice introducing himself some more before his roommate got there. Plus, he got first pick for what bed he wanted.

The room was relatively empty. There were two twin sized beds, one closer to the door and one closer to the window. Peter put his bag on the bed closer to the window. That way he had a quicker way out if Spider-Man was needed.

There was a nightstand beside each bed, a desk against the wall, and two dressers. Beside the desk there was a door, leading to the bathroom. Peter walked in and looked around. Jesus, it was cramped. A sink and a toilet faced each other, barley enough room to stand between them. A square shower was next to the sink that looked about 100 years old.

Well. Welcome home.

Peter sighed as he left the bathroom, crashing onto his bed. He figured he’d do some unpacking later. Right now he just wanted to lay down, sleep off the embarrassment from earlier.

She traveled into his mind again. Gwen Stacy. Pink dusted his cheeks as he thought about her. He could’ve sworn he felt his heart pound out of his chest when they had first made eye contact. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

And she had actually talked to him. In high school, girls never talked to Peter unless they wanted something. Help with homework or some free pictures. Even after Peter completely wiped out in front of Gwen, pulling her down with him, and on top of that rambled for what seemed like ages, she gave him a smile and introduced herself. And Peter couldn’t figure out why.

Maybe the fall gave her a concussion, maybe she wasn’t thinking straight, was the only logical explanation Peter could come up with. But he hoped it wasn’t true. He hoped she talked to him because she simply wanted to.

Peter must have fallen asleep at some point, because he woke up to a crash and an unfamiliar voice.

“Aw man.”

Peter rubbed his eyes and looked over at who he could only assume was Edward Leeds. A box was on its side on the ground in front of the boy, its contents spilled out. It was mostly comic books, or Star Wars related items.

Peter got up and instinctively started helping Edward pick his things up.

“Oh you don’t have to- thanks.” The boy smiled at Peter. Peter nodded before picking up an action figure, examining it. He noticed the uniqueness of the figure, his eyes widening.

“Dude.. this is limited edition.” He looked up at his roommate, whose eyes lit up immediately.

“I know! Isn’t it cool? I got it at a comic con.”

Peter’s body had felt like a weight had been lifted off of it. His roommate liked the same things as he did. He wouldn’t have to deal with judging stares when he was trying to read the newest Star Wars book. He even had someone to discuss it with.

“You’re Edward, right?”

The boy nodded, “Yeah. Everyone calls me Ned, though.”

Peter picked up the last of Ned’s things and handed them to him. “I’m Peter Parker.”

The boys stared for a few awkward seconds, having nothing more to talk about. Peter looked around the room, scratching the back of his neck.

“I took the bed by the window, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.” Ned gave a small, awkward smile.

Silence filled the room again before Peter made his way to where he left his bag. “I should.. unpack.”

“Yeah, yeah. Me too.” Ned agreed.

The boys unpacked their things in silence, both too shy to strike up a conversation.

Peter finished putting his things away and sat on his bed. He looked out the window. The sun had begun to set, pinks and oranges painting the sky. He always liked sunsets. It was a beautiful reminder that the day was coming to an end. That he’d have a fresh start the next day.

“It’s pretty.” Ned spoke softly.

Peter looked over at the other. “Hm?”

Ned pointed out the window, looking at the view as well. “The sunset. And you can even see stars out here. There’s no light pollution like in the city.”

Peter looked back out the window at the blanket of night slowly beginning to cover the sky. He could already see some stars. He lived in the city his whole life, he barely ever saw stars. He smiled softly, feeling somewhat calm for the first time since he had arrived.

“It is pretty.”

He wondered about the upcoming year. It had certainly started out interesting. He worried that it would just be a repeat of high school. Just trying to make it out alive, head low and eyes down.

But he looked at the sunset and reminded himself he could try again tomorrow. Maybe the first day wasn’t ideal, but he had the rest of the year to make up for it.

#peter parker #gwen stacy #gweter #peter x gwen #tasm!peter parker #college au #petergwen #tasm #tasm2 #my writing

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|| Jayy's Matchup Info UWU

My name is Jayy, and my age is 25 and my sexuality is bisexual but I prefer bad boys or villains uwu

I’m a female, my pronouns are she/her.

Appearance!!

I’m 4’11 and I weigh about 98 pounds.. so I'm very tiny compared to most people. I also have freckles across my body especially my face, neck and stomach. Sometimes I get insecure about them. I have short brown hair, it's pixie cut. I also have 14 tattoos across my body and that includes one on my chest, both arms, spine, right lower leg and both of my thighs.

Dress appearance!!

I love dress in all black all year long. I love leaning in towards the gothic look, or grude look. I love wearing black lipstick whenever I can or go out. I also love doing a black smokey eye look with my black lipstick. I enjoy wearing my tall platforms and big chokers. I also love wearing coresets and fishnet leggings.

My hobbies!!

Playing Videogames // favorite game is mortal kombat and I love any kind of combat/fighting game.

Collecting Plushies // my favorite ones are cute pink ones actually or anything strawberry related. // I have an unhealthy obsession with plushies oof.

I'm also a huge nerd for collecting comic books uwu // and action figures of my favorite characters.

Drawing or writing // I mostly write fan fics but I also love writing spooky stuff for myself.

Likes!!

Plushies, Strawberry Milk, Sweet Treats such as Brownies, Boba, Spicy Food especially Spicy Ramen. Horror movies, Killer or Creepy Clowns, Gore or Bloody movies.

I also enjoy Music and I also need my earphones to go through the day. My favorite kind of music are heavy metal or anything rock. But I also like anime openings and pop.

I also have this comfort plushie that I sleep with every night and hold it like my life depends on it. And if anyone touches that certain plushieI will beat them up.

I also have a love for helping animals in need! My favorite animals are Dogs, Hedgehogs and Sharks.

I secretly have a thing for sharp nails and teeth oof.

Dislikes!!

I hate centipedes with a burning passion if I ever see one I will cry myself in a corner.

I also hate loud noises, like fireworks and such. I also don't like when a place is too crowded.

I don't like when people judge me my appearance because oof it's just clothes, like if they wanna tell me something they can say it to my face.

Personality!!

I speak my mind no matter what, I can be rude but in a playful kinda way, I’m also very creative person. And i'm also quite sensitive and especially when it comes to animals. But oh boy I do have a loud mouth! And at first I'm shy and quite but once you get to know me get ready for my crackhead energy and non sense. I also have a dark sense of humor.

I’m definitely a loud mouth, and I can be very sassy and sometimes I don’t know when to shut up.

I’m kind but firm. I can also be very sensitive as well, and I’m also quite stubborn. And I’m a person who can tolerate a lot.

My relationship weaknesses are probably that since I speak my mind a lot I would probably tell if something wrong I will tell you. But I probably won’t sugar coat it. And I’ll probably be mean about it uwu

I’m also quite a loud mouth and oof tend to be a bit rude. And I’m a gal who speaks her mind out and I will tell you the harsh truth.

#jayyspeaks

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fandom · 4 years

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2020 Masquerade Costume Competition Winners

This just in from Comic-Con@Home (@comicconathome): The winners of the 2020 Masquerade Costume Competition, as chosen by the Comic-Con@Home judges!

Feast your eyes on these cosplayers:

Best in Show

Astra, Queen of the Frostborn

An Original Design crafted by Sarah Kruger (@queenofthefrostborn) “The Frostborn are a people, beings made of that frost, that fog, that cold and mystery. Their queen is strong as ice, and just as beautiful. Astra. As her story came to me, playing out in my head, I knew that I had to make her real.”

Judges’ Choice

Cinderella With a Twist

An Original Design by Mandy Pursey, with Ryan Pursey (@bethesparkcosplay) “Growing up as an arm amputee, I dreamed of the day when fairy tales would include characters who looked like me too! I came up with the idea of Cinderella trading out her glass slippers for a glass arm, and set to work making this story come to life.”

Best Re-Creation

Iron Mask 85, Avengers: Endgame

Made by Frank P. (@franklybuilt) “My late father took me to see the first Iron man in 2008 when I was about 16 years old and ever since then I’ve been hooked on the MCU and specifically Iron Man. I always dreamed of having my own armor. I mean what kid wouldn’t? But it was always this impractical goal and I had no idea how to use EVA foam or Papercraft. Years went by and eventually, I felt it was time to try my hand at a Cosplay after watching Avengers Endgame and being blown away with the MK85 Armor! It was time to make my first Cosplay. Enter 3D Printing.”

Best Original Design

ACK! The Kenku Monk

Designed and made by Breanne Cremean (@thegeekstresscos) “Ack! is a part of an amnesia Dungeons and Dragons campaign and has no memory of her past. She chose her name because it’s the first sound she can remember anyone making in reference to her.”

Best Workmanship (A tie!)

Mercy (Classic Skin), from the Overwatch game

Made by Birdy Cosplay (@birdy-cosplay) “Costume is made by me, the only purchased parts are the yellow wing parts (I ordered them already in this shape) and the wig (I styled it myself, but bought the base from Arda Wigs). It was my biggest project so far and it took around 9 months with some short breaks to complete it.”

Best Workmanship (A tie!)

Arturia Pendragon, from the anime & game Fate/stay night

Crafted by Daniella Lo Presti (@ksfabricartist) “I created this costume in order to bring to life this character in a realistic way. To replicate the skirt embroidery I deconstructed and pieced back together with different types of lace and I used several layers of cloth so that, when twirling, the gown would open up like a flower. Indeed, in Fate Zero, Arturia is described as being the flower of the battlefields.”

These cosplay costumes were so good, a photo can’t capture them. You need to click through to see the original video in all its glory!

Best Presentation

“Ready to Fight!!”

Consisting of assorted recreations, from Noe Ernesto Cruz Vargas (@lobisonx9) “In this video, I show most of the cosplay that I have done for several years, in the pure gamer style. It has been a lot of creative work, use of many materials and hours and hours of work. We have an altruistic group in Mexico, we visit children’s hospitals, orphanages, children with cancer, etc.”

Most Humorous

Sally, from The Nightmare Before Christmas

Crafted by Liz Gatouco (@cosbrarian) “I built the wig and dress from scratch, using second-hand materials to contribute to Sally’s “Ragdoll” persona. I used scraps from tablecloths, pajamas and clothes, upholstery samples, and even the yarn was sourced second hand.”

These cosplay costumes were so good, a photo can’t capture them. You need to click through to see the original video in all its glory!

Best Group

Luke Skywalker, C3P0, R2D2, from Star Wars

Made by Tim O'Sullivan and JT Stevens (@1flukeskywalker)

Don’t sleep on these Honorable Mentions…

Adrienne C. (@waxsealedcostumes) 1740’s Elizabeth Swan, from Pirates of the Caribbean “My 1740s Elizabeth Swann is almost entirely hand sewn with historical materials and historical construction methods from the outside in, starting from the shift, stays, panniers, under petticoat, matelassé outer petticoat, to the silk pleated-back English gown.”

Jennifer Yi (@kaiweevil) Keesha's Hungry, from Star Wars “Her eyes are made from dyed round plastic and her mouth, nose, and teeth from painted sculpy. Ears are cut sheets of foam and everything is covered with fur. Cowl is pigskin laced with leather and I used some bones, feathers, and teeth I had lying around for decoration. Hands and feet are modified Yoda hands.”

Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Masquerade Costume Contest! Your sewing and sculpting and hemming and hawing paid off brilliantly. If you’re curious about their prizes, you can read all about ‘em over here.

To all the participants: Thank you for making @comicconathome such an exceptional experience for every Comic-Con fan out there. We see you and we appreciate you.

#ComicConAtHome #ComicConAtHomeMasquerade

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gentrychild · 2 years

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In Anyone, does Dabi know that Izuku stole his quirk? Or are the only people who know that All Might &Co, AFO, Kurogiri, and Todoroki.

Neither Dabi nor Kurogiri knows that Izuku stole his quirk.

I had a fun scene about this in the Anyone: UA dance edition.

“All Might?” Dabi repeated. “Like the Symbol of Peace? What did you do to him?”

“Don’t worry yourself about it,” Todoroki and Izuku immediately answered.

“Ah yes,” Kurogiri remembered, still cleaning his glass. Nothing seemed to disturb the bartender, maybe because of his job, maybe because he had worked for a crazy villain for years. “I was on this operation but they always refuse to tell me what he did. From what I can guess, he half killed All Might, showed him how vulnerable he was and told him to sleep with his eyes open as he would soon be coming for him to cement his place as the number 1 villain.”

Everyone looked at Kurogiri, including the current number 1 villain.

“Of course, it was before the Symbol of Evil, the Emperor of the Underworld, came back to the scene,” Kurogiri quickly amended.

Everyone looked at Izuku, trying to judge if he was crazy enough to have elaborated a stunt worthy of a comic book villain just to get a petty vengeance on All Might.

“I… I did not do that,” he protested.

#I should finish this fic one day...#anyone: ua dance edition #anyone fic

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science-lings · 2 years

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Resting Link Faces: A Study

Starting with the one that gave me this idea,

Wind:

8/10 Resting disgruntled face my beloved, he looks like he’s screaming internally. Is there a braincell behind those eyes? it is questionable. I love him.

he also makes this face a lot. like whenever he’s near or talking to another person. 10/10, very relatable. King of facial expressions. I could make a whole post about his face, but I won’t. Probably.

Time:

7/10, it’s not his fault he has angry eyebrows. he generally looks a little grumpy. I mean i would be too but he also looks exactly like this as a child. he internalizes most of his feelings. Sidenote, I love how pointy he is, old n64 graphics my beloved.

Sky:

8/10, he has the general angry eyebrows that characterize the incarnations of Link, but he manages to look a little sad. His frown isn’t grumpy, I want to give him a hug. He’s got a soft melancholy vibe. His big doe eyes don’t help. I want to send him to therapy.

Warriors:

9/10, very serious and a little angry, but he’s too pretty to really look menacing. It’s not his fault. Sidenote, while looking for a picture I came across the thirst edits of him and I wanted to kill his score specifically because of that. I didn’t because I’m not judging him, only his face.

Legend: (Link’s Awakening)

11/10, he’s so funny. He’s determined and grumpy but WAYYY too small and cute to take seriously. constant adorable frown. I feel like if I tried to hug him he would stab me. Round, tiny, and filled to the brim with mental illness. He would probably bite anyone that comes close like a small dog.

Twilight:

12/10, purely because it changes to a little smile if he holds a cat or a dog. He also is balancing on the edge of angry eyebrows but not actually looking grumpy. his mouth is a straight line, he looks a little sick of your shit. He looks like he’s been listening to someone talk about themselves for several minutes too long but he’s too nice to tell them to shut the fuck up. He’s just... waiting.

Four:

4/10, general toon link but this image in particular is terrifying. It looks like he’s hunting me for sport in a horror movie. Sleep paralysis demon pose. He has soulless eyes. Most of the game sprites for him are like ten pixels tall and he doesn’t have a mouth so It’s hard to tell if he has any emotions. I haven’t looked through the comics which are probably better but whatever.

Hyrule:

7/10, like four, his in game sprite doesn’t have enough detail to show facial expressions but most of his official art depicts him with this face. he has a little baby frown and does not look threatening at all despite obviously being filled with rage. He looks like a toddler having a tantrum. This child should not have access to sharp objects such as swords. I’ll forgive him though.

And finally

Wild:

9/10 He looks the least angry out of all of them, I think the shading under his eyebrows make them look a little more downturned but he generally has a very neutral resting face. He kinda looks like he has anxiety. Most of his emotions are portrayed through his big eyes. He’s constantly doing puppy eyes like he’s begging for table scraps. It is very hard to get mad at.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe wild #linked universe wind #linked universe twilight #linked universe time #linked universe legend #linked universe hyrule #linked universe warriors #linked universe sky #linked universe four #i apologize for the post being so big #im not gonna put a read more though

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capricorn-stark · 3 years

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The High Road

pairing: jason todd x reader, established relationship

warning: swearing, gets sorta heated towards the end but it’s mild

a/n: will be part of a longer series

You knew Jason was finally awake when the bed shifted beneath you.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist to tug you closer to his body, hot breath fanning against your skin as he buried his face against the crook of your neck.

“Morning.” His voice was a little deeper, just a touch raspier than usual. You felt the corner of your lips twitch when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Morning,” you echoed, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers through his mess of dark hair, stopping where the new shock of white was. “Or afternoon, at this point.” Jason chuckled at that, lifting his head up just briefly to glance over at the little alarm clock reading 12:28 in bold red digits.

“You been up long?” Not really. “You could’ve woken me up, babe.”

“You could use some sleep,” you answered simply, your own gaze still fixed on the clock. “And it hasn’t even been that long, I promise.” He hummed in response, seemingly satisfied with your explanation as he finally pulled away from you.

“The sleep part? You made a great call.” The bed made another obnoxious squeak when he moved back, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the judgmental face he made. “God, this thing’s so damn loud.”

It wasn’t too surprising, considering the run-down state of the entire motel itself, from its peeling white paint to the questionable conditions of most of the furniture throughout it. The bed was really the least of your worries.

“How’s your head doing?” Judging from just the weary grin he flashed you, he was definitely feeling a lot better than he had last night after downing a concerning amount of liquor. He claimed it was “okay” for him to do that now, since some of the benefits from getting the Lazarus 180 treatment was that it was harder for him to get drunk. And he never even wanted to get drunk in the first place, just “a little buzzed” to lighten up a bit. That’s what he told you.

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t even feel it anymore?” You raised a brow and he chuckled again, slowly sliding back down to rest his head against his pillow. “Seriously. I got nothing. Not even a little hangover, it’s great.”

“Is that another Lazarus perk?” You couldn’t help but ask, and you practically felt the way his mood changed. Quite literally, perhaps, since he had tensed up the way he always did when you mentioned literally anything about his...death and recovery. “Shit - you don’t have to-”

“Probably,” he said instead, one hand reaching over to wrap around your wrist as he continued to stare up at the ceiling overhead. “Probably is.” He caught your expression and smiled a little again. “You don’t have to get so nervous about asking. I’m totally taking questions - even if I can’t answer all of ‘em myself.” A small breath of relief escaped your lips, too soft for him to hear.

“And that’s totally okay, because you’re going to figure it all out. Or not.” He laughed at that, yanking you back down beside him and haphazardly tossing the sheets over the both of you like he hadn’t just woken up past noon. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down.”

“Funny. I feel the same way.” The smirk on his face made you doubt you were talking about the same thing.

“Down to help and support you-”

“That’s what I was talking about!” he protested immediately, clasping a hand over his heart in a way that only made you laugh all over again. “We were totally on the same page, sweetheart - unless you were talking about something else-”

“I wasn’t, Jay,” you assured with another laugh as his face fell almost comically fast. “I definitely wasn’t - and speaking of being on the same page-” Jason was already letting out a breath like he anticipated what was coming next. “Where are we going?”

You had been asking the same question since three nights ago when he showed up at your apartment and told you he wanted to get out of Gotham. You couldn’t really blame him for the sentiment, since everyone who lived in Gotham wanted to get out, but also because he had been dealing with a shit ton lately, and it was understandable that he would’ve wanted to escape the place because of it.

And even that was the understatement of the century, because the “shit ton” he was dealing with was literally getting murdered by the Joker with a crowbar, getting revived via something called a Lazarus Pit, and going through a whole lot of other things he hadn’t told you about before returning to the city. And even then, the only person who knew he was alive was you as per his request to not let anyone else know.

Not even Bruce.

You couldn’t understand his reasoning, and you had tried to make him rethink the choice, but at the end of the day, you knew you couldn’t force him into doing anything. And when he showed up at your door, insisting that he had to leave and that he wanted you to come with him, just for a few days, maybe a week - you hadn’t had the heart to say no to him. You never really could.

So, you settled with asking where the two of you were really going - and he hadn’t answered that, either.

“Does it have to be a specific place?” Jason finally asked somewhat wearily, rubbing the side of his face as you leveled your gaze on him. “I wasn’t really thinking about anywhere...specific. I just wanted to get out of that shithole of a city.”

Again, understandable.

“Okay,” you started carefully, turning onto your side before giving his hand a slight squeeze. “That’s okay.” He tugged your hand towards him, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “And you know you can talk to me, right? About anything.” The corner of his lips curved lilted upwards.

“I know. Thanks, sweetheart.” Catching your stare, he gave you a more reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry, y’know. I didn’t drag you out with me to make you worry about me.”

“Right, you’re just giving me a five-star vacation,” you deadpanned, gesturing around the motel and causing him to laugh again. “This is exactly what I thought of for a romantic getaway, Todd. You basically read my mind.”

“Okay, that’s fair - but it’s not so bad,” he insisted, propping himself up onto his elbow so he was looking down at you with another grin. “You’re on a lameass getaway vacation, sure. But you’re with me.”

“Okay, but where’s the not so bad part?” you asked with a grin of your own, eliciting a groan from him. “Come on, you said there was one!”

“You’re impossible, you know that?” he deadpanned, still smiling as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt your smile widen as he did, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck before he deepened it.

“Uh huh.”

“I like that about you,” he decided when he pulled back for just a moment, green eyes glowing ever so faintly under the cover of semi-darkness your shut blinds and curtains offered. “But you already knew that.”

You felt his hand travel further down along your body as he trailed more kisses down your jaw, your neck, and lower still. Your grip on his hair tightened and you let out a soft chuckle at the remark.

“Damn right I did.”

Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop

#i swear im gonna go through with this series lol #pandemonium scrawl #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood #dc #batboys #angst #fluff #reader insert #jason todd imagine #im gonna sleep now #good night

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Today, Tomorrow, Always [Frankie Morales x F!Reader]

Summary: The nights were restless without Frankie by your side. He had left for South America a little over a month ago, promising he’d come back with more money to support your family. You didn’t want him to leave in the first place, but there was no changing his mind. You miss him. You’re worried about him. You just want him to come home. [Set after the events of Triple Frontier. Like, right after.]

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 3000>

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Reblogs appreciated coz this isn’t showing up in tags and I’m too tired to figure out why. xx

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The love of your life. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and in that exact moment, you swore there was no statement truer. He’d been gone for a month and three days, your Frankie. You’d been shamelessly counting down until his return. No cell service in the jungles of South America, he’d warned you. He told you he’d be gone for two weeks max, and that you shouldn’t worry. He promised you he’d be fine.

But he was gone longer than two weeks, and you had no way to contact him. You were terrified, unable to help yourself from thinking the worst. Everything reminded you of him; the family photos scattered around your house, his cheap, tangy beers in the refrigerator, waiting to be drunk. Mostly though, your daughter. Maria was a newborn when he left, but now she was nearing two months. As you cradled her, your heart swelled with love. Same eyes as her father. Holding Maria only made you miss Frankie even more.

Religious or not, you would’ve prayed every night regardless. You prayed for his safety, and that he’d come home. You missed his warm hands and broad chest. You missed the way he’d tangle his fingers into your hair, and the faint smell of his musky cologne. Sometimes when you laid in bed, at night, you could still feel the ghost of his touch. Not a second went by where you weren’t dreaming about your Frankie.

This wasn’t the first time he and the guys would get involved in shady business. You wished he wouldn’t. He knew your feelings on it.

“I’m doing this for you and Maria.” he reminded you the morning he left. He took your hands and pressed soft yet chaste kisses across your knuckles. Everything he done, it was always for you and Maria.

Ever since Frankie had his piloting license revoked, things had been difficult. No job, no income. You had a job waitressing throughout your pregnancy but once you entered your third trimester, you were left with no choice but to take maternity leave. You, Frankie and Maria had been living out of your savings. And the savings were rapidly running out.

You knew better than to ask questions, but it was blatantly obvious that he’d accepted the mission in South America for a monetary reward. Or else, why would he go?

On a Thursday evening at around 7:30pm, the phone rang. You’d just put Maria to bed and you were sitting on the sofa, cradling one of your favourite fiction novels. Your eyes flicked towards the wall clock as you took a mental note of the time, wondering who could be calling you at this hour. Three more rings and you got up, padding towards the phone on the coffee table and picking it off the hook. The second you pressed it against the ear, you heard him.

Frankie.

“I didn’t get the money,” he announced over the phone, the line crackling slightly with the distance. No ‘hello’— no ‘how are you?’— just ‘I didn’t get the money.’ You were speechless. Not because of what he said, or what he didn’t say, but because he was alive. And safe, you assumed. Tears welled in your eyes as you processed the familiar sound of his voice. You hadn’t spoken to him in over a month, and so the low octave of his words were like the sweetest melody you’d ever heard. “I’m sorry.”

The guilt was eating him alive. He had to let you know in case you were expecting the money upon his return. He was so anxious, picking at his fingernails and anticipating your response. He had one job and he couldn’t even do that right.

He was broken. He’d done all of this, risked his life, just so he could earn a little cash to help support you and Maria. He’d left you for a month, and soon, he’d be returning with absolutely nothing. If you left him and took Maria with you, he wouldn’t even be surprised. He’d failed you. He’d failed Maria. He’d failed himself.

“Frankie,” you whispered, your shaky fingers curling around the plastic coated phone wire. He took a few breath, waiting for the worst to happen. “I’ve missed you so much.” you choked out, feeling your heart contract in your chest at the mere sound of his voice. What he was saying didn’t matter. No money? You couldn’t care less. Just the fact he was alive, speaking to you, was enough. All of Frankie’s nerves were immediately put to rest.

“I’ve missed you too.” Frankie confessed, his voice equally as soft as yours. As he marched through the freezing temperatures of the mountains and stormed through the humid temperatures of the jungles, he’d thought of you. When everyone else was camped out and sleeping by the fire, he couldn’t settle. He yearned to hold you, to kiss you and to love you. His month away from you only confirmed the feelings he’s been having for a long time.

“Where are you?” you sniffed, wiping away your tears and taking a deep (albeit shaky) exhale. You had to remain composed.

“Hawaii,” Frankie replied. “I’m calling from a public phone box and I think it’s gonna cut me off soon, but I’m catching a flight home first thing tomorrow,”

You smiled ecstatically, giving up and letting the warm tears free fall down you cheeks. Tomorrow? You were seeing him tomorrow? “I’m coming home, baby.” he confirmed, and you gasped out a sob over his good news.

“I love you so much,” you cried. “I love you Frankie. I— I love— I love you—“

“Don’t cry,” you heard him say. “I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. Is Maria okay?”

“She misses her daddy so much. Frankie, we’ve missed you so much.” you revealed, your smile now aching your cheeks. But you didn’t care.

“My two girls. I love you. I love you today, tomorrow, always. Wait for me, hermosa, I’ll see you soon.” Frankie promised before the line went dead.

He muttered out a curse word and kicked the phone box in frustration. Frankie jumped slightly, feeling Santiago rest a comforting hand on Frankie’s shoulder. He’d somehow manage to shift into the phone box to be alongside Frankie, needing the privacy. “You sure about this, bud?” Santiago quizzed, presenting Frankie with a velvet ring box. Frankie took the box and slid it into his jean pocket.

He managed to hit a jewellery store just an hour ago before they had all closed. He picked out a diamond ring, just for you. It was simple but elegant (or so he hoped. Frankie didn’t have the greatest judgement when it came to jewellery and what looked good or not). He was drawn to it because it was similar to the only other engagement ring he’d ever seen. The ring that belonged to his mother. If you didn’t like it, he’d be fine with returning it until you’s could afford a better one, but the ring was more than just something to make your finger look pretty.

It was a symbol of promise.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” Frankie sighed into admittance.

Santiago nodded, his heart blooming over the fact his best friend had finally found happiness. Frankie had been through a lot, but you’d saved him, in every sense of the word. Santiago knew that better than anyone else.

-—-—-—♡—-—-—-

Frankie called you that morning from the airport, just before he caught his plane. You barely slept a peep that night, excited to finally see him again. The love of your life. Your Frankie. You had a rough idea as to when he’d return; maybe 5 or 6ish. That’s what he’d told you. And you believed him because, well, he was a pilot. He could judge these kinds of things.

‘5 or 6ish’ gave you plenty of time to plan a little something for Frankie. It was hard, but you refrained from texting his family and calling your friends because you knew they’d all want to see him. As selfish as it sounded, you didn’t care, you at least just wanted one night alone with him where he could be all yours. No one else to fuss over him, just you. You deserved that much.

You could cook his favourite meal, pick out his favourite record, blow up some balloons, light some candles and dress in his favourite set of lingerie.

You wanted to make everything perfect.

Frankie came home at 2pm, and shamefully, you were still in your pyjamas. He’d told a little white lie about what time he’d be home because he wanted to surprise you. And you were definitely surprised. When he stepped through the front door, clean shaven with glazed eyes, it was like your feet were glued to the floor and you couldn’t move. It was strange, really. You’d always envisioned this moment where you’d run into his arms and give him a big, passionate kiss, but that’s not what happened at all.

Just a few days ago, you were thinking you might never see him again, but here he was, standing before you like the angel of your dreams. And the first thing you said...

“You shaved!” you cried out accusingly, your eyes going comically wide. Frankie chuckled and your heart clenched in your chest.

“What do you think?” he laughed, walking towards you and putting his bag on the floor. You raised your hands to cup his cheeks and feel the softness of his skin.

“Oh Frankie,” you whispered, a single tear slipping down your cheek, but Frankie was quick enough to catch it and wipe it away. “It’s really you. You’re really home.”

“Yes my love, I’m home.” he said, pulling you into a warm bear hug. His big arms squeezed your body tight. If he’d gone any harder, he might have crushed you, but you wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything else in the world.

“Being away from you for so long made me realise something. Home isn’t a place, it’s a person. It’s you. Any doubts I once had are now completely diminished and I know, for sure, I love you. I love you today, tomorrow, always. And I want to promise that to you, so, if you’ll let me...” Frankie dropped down to one knee and reached into his pocket, bringing out the velveteen ring box he’d purchased in Hawaii. “I promise to never leave your side, or Maria’s, ever again. You two are everything I could ever need. Any difficulties we encounter, I know we’ll be okay as long as we have each other, and I promise to swear my life to our little family. So, my love, would you do me the honour of being mine forever? Will you marry me?”

His brown eyes were so warm, they burned you. This was a moment you had only pictured in dreams. Without even taking a second to think about it, you already knew the answer. You’d always known the answer.

“Yes,” you nodded ecstatically. “Yes Frankie, I’ll marry you.”

And the grin that plastered his face was like nothing you’d ever seen before. He was absolutely delighted and he didn’t think he’d ever been this happy in his life, apart from, maybe when Maria was born. He was pretty damn happy that day too.

Frankie slid the diamond ring on your finger and it fit perfectly. It looked good too. Maybe Frankie had a better eye for jewellery than he’d though. “Do you like it? Because if you don’t, we can save up and get it exchanged.”

“It’s beautiful,” you gasped, eventually tearing your gaze from your fiancé so you could admire the way the diamond sparkled under the lights. “I don’t want to get it exchanged. I love it. It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” he cooed, swaying backwards and forwards. When you looked back up at him, his cheeks were flushed an adorable pink.

You crashed your lips into his and wrapped your arms around his body.

“I love you so much Frankie Morales.”

“I love you too,” he replied softly, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Today, tomorrow, always.”

-—-—-—♡—-—-—-

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tumbling-darkling · 3 years

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Midnight Hang-Outs

This is a small crossover between Danny Phantom and DC! (Specifically Danny and Harley Quinn!) Following the prompts from Day 11 and 12 - Midnight and Scars (more of mentioned than revolving around it) Harley might be slightly ooc because I don’t read a lot of DC comics but maybe consider it more of like AU Harley Quinn. Mother hen. She feeds the vigilantes of Gotham on slow nights.

Harley glanced over to the boy sitting next to her on the rooftop of the Gotham Bank, she had been planning to break into it to draw out some fun with any nearby vigilantes but instead she had spotted the scrawniest looking glowing teen she’d ever seen. Well he was the only glowing teen she’d ever seen, but the poor kid was struggling against some freak in a white suit.

He had already devoured about 10 of the breakfast sandwiches she bought from a nearby 24 hour fast food joint, she couldn’t remember the name but her pal, Jeremy, always worked late shifts and gave her most of the grease filled wraps for free. Which she got a total of 20 and was beginning to worry that it wasn’t enough for this endless void. She thought she could calculate this kind of thing better based on Batsy’s kids, then again none of them had powers. That must be the factor throwing her off.

She glanced over him again, taking in his features for probably the hundredth time since she spotted him. White hair that gently wisped around his face like he was constantly underwater, pale blue-green skin with neon green freckles that sparkled like stars in the night, toxic green eyes that matched the freckles, flecks of blue hidden within the irises that shone in the right light. He hand pointed ears and little baby fangs, and his suit itself reminded her of the superheroes she’s faced before, but the material seemed all wrong when she got a closer look. It wasn’t spandex, or that thick armour like fibre that Batsy likes to use. She didn’t know what it was made out of. That flaming looking D was enough to hint at a superhero gig, like Superman and that ‘S’ on his chest. She didn’t care that it was supposed to be a symbol for hope, his name was Superman and that thing was an S, end of conversation.

The kid had taken off those gloves in order to eat, she didn’t blame him though, eating with gloves on was weird, and those white gloves would stain like a motherfucker. What caught her attention about it was the scars. Little one littered this kid's hands, and then there was a ligament scar coating his left hand. It was the brightest of all the scars, glowing slightly a wicked green as if he was still being electrocuted.

She turned her gaze back to the streets below, “So, what are you doing out this late?” She asked, avoiding sensitive topics like the scar. “It has to be way past midnight at this point.”

The kid glanced over to her, then shrugged, “had to chase Boxy all the way out here, the dude flies fast for a ghost obsessed in boxes.”

Harley glanced back over, noticing the kid now had finished the last of the sandwiches as he looked in the bag for more, shoving the garbage into it once he confirmed there was nothing left, “Boxy? Was that the freak in white?”

The kid shook his head, “nah, that was a government agent. G.I.W, or the Guys in White. Must’ve followed me, cornered me after I was already exhausted from chasing Boxy all over town. Boxy is the Box Ghost, blue ghost dude in overalls, fairly harmless but he can be a pain in the ass when he wants to be.”

“Want me to blow the rest of those agents up for you?” Harley asked, leaning closer while flashing a sinister grin.

The kid jerked back, “no! No it’s fine, just caught me off guard! I can handle them just fine, you don’t need to blow anyone up!” He squeaked out quickly, wildly waving his hands around. Harley couldn’t help but grin at the display, he reminded her a lot of Batsy’s kids. Energetic, good hearts (most of the time), think they can handle the world.

“So are you one of Batsy’s kids? Harley voiced her thoughts.

The kid blinked owlishly at her, “Batsy’s… you mean Batman? The Batman?”

Harley shrugged, “yeah, Batsy. He has quite a lot of them so I like to try and stay updated when he gets a new kid. You almost fit the bill, young teen, dark past, though the powers would be new.”

“How do you know I have a dark past?”

“Well, you said you were a ghost, right? Meaning you died and judging by your age, died before you even finished high school. I’d call that a dark past,” she kept out the lingering question of how he died, that wasn’t something you exactly ask someone when you first meet them. “So you aren’t one of Batsy’s kids?”

The kid shook his head, “nope,” he popped the p, “never even met the dark knight before. I barely visit Gotham, well anywhere if I can help it, I try to keep my problems in my home turf.”

“I see, you know what, I should’ve known better. Batsy would never let his kids run around this late anyway,” she hummed. “I did once see him chew a Robin out for fighting crime past his curfew, it got me arrested for sticking around to watch but boy was it worth it!” She laughed. She was surprised that Batman hadn’t gotten to this kid yet, anyhow. He didn’t always stick around Gotham ever since he joined that hero club, but that just meant that this dude had even more of a chance to find this kid. Must be dumb luck or something.

“Batman puts curfews on his sidekicks?” The kid asked, mouth agape.

“Well duh, the guy is all about the well-being of his kids. He has a no killing rule but he gets close to breaking it when one of his kids gets almost killed. He keeps them well fed, makes sure they sleep, I know because I can hear him from across rooftops at times and I fight enough of his kids to notice they aren’t skin and bones like you.”

The kid looked down at his ungloved hands, and she noticed him tracing the pattern of the ligament scar lightly with his other hand. His expression changed as he seemed to run through a series of thoughts before he spoke again, “why did you help me?” He asked, not looking up to meet her eyes, “you are a villain, right? You fight Batman and Robin, and other superheroes too if they face you. You know I’m not a villain, you said so yourself. So why help me? Wouldn’t it be better to just let a vigilante kid get knocked off so you don’t have to deal with him in future crimes?”

Harley felt her heart shatter, who the fuck hurt this kid like this? “I’m not some heartless bitch,” she said in a matter of fact tone, “you and all the teen sidekicks or vigilantes out there are still fucking kids. I have morals, and some villains don’t have the same morals as me, but seeing you getting kicked around by some freak in an alley where no one could see you? That kind of shit rubs me the wrong way. I fight teen heroes from time to time because I know they can handle it, they can fight back and I myself won’t stoop so low as to kill them if I manage to get in a few lucky hits.” She lightly nudged his shoulder, “and it’s not like you’ve personally wronged me or anything. I felt like being nice, helping out. You seem like a good kid, so why not help you out? Maybe one day I can call a favour and you can distract Bats while I kidnap the president?” She joked.

The kid looked up suddenly, sending his hair in rippling waves as he was giving her a wide eyed and the most worried look imaginable. She couldn’t help but let out another laugh, “I’m joking!” She clarified. “But I think we could have some pretty interesting game nights with Ivy. Not illegal game night, more like Uno or something. Maybe just a little gambling.”

The kid relaxed again, “well… uh… thanks. For helping me. And the food. And talking,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at the sky.

“No problem, be sure to come visit again. Hey, maybe I can even introduce you to Bats at some point! Make a big show and pretend you are a villain and then BAM! Just kidding he’s just a glowing vigilante I helped out once!” She stood up, stretching her arms a little, “be sure to take it easy on your way to your home by the way, maybe take a nap or something on the way there.”

The kid nodded with a smile and stood up with her, then paused as shock filled his eyes and he spun quickly towards Harley, “Wait- how do you know I sleep-?”

Harley laughed, “well, I don’t think ghosts normally eat, so I’m assuming you sleep too,” she offered a soft smile, “just take it easy, and hey, if you ever find yourself in trouble.” Harley then pulled out a business card she usually kept for shits and giggles, handing over the poorly designed card to the kid, “know that you have a friend in Gotham who’s ready to help. And who knows how to get Batsy’s attention the fastest.” She winked.

The kid took the card, a confused grin tugging at his lips, “thanks. Hey, uh. I go by Phantom. Since I never really introduced myself.”

“Well Phantom, nice to meet you,” Harley grinned back.

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝

"You only want to stay because of your little boyfriend. Is he more important to you than us?“

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 5,297

warnings: angsty, mentions of breaking down

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: i'm so fried after editing this, if i missed any typos, i'm sorry. as always, let me know what you think! i love getting feedback from you guys!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Your siblings sit in a half-circle at the back of the Hermes Cabin, ready for their lesson. James lays out the materials you’ll need for the potion he was demonstrating today: the mortar and pestle, herbs, spell books. He has almost everything except for the sand, which was the most crucial ingredient. So, he had sent you to retrieve some from the dunes since you were the only one who didn’t need the lesson Ernest was teaching.

Ernest stands in front of Sage, Alice, Lou Ellen, and Atticus, lecturing on the properties of sand. Your siblings listen attentively, taking notes in their notebooks, all of them but one. Ernest looks up from reading a part of his book of shadows, noticing Atticus is distracted by his familiar.

"Atticus, are you listening?" Ernest asks, raising his eyebrow as he closes his book. Atticus cradles Harvey in his arms as if he is a newborn baby, his finger scratching his tummy as the animal curls up towards his chest. He doesn’t notice the other staring at him for a few seconds, looking up after realizing he had stopped talking.

"Me? Yeah, dude. I'm listening," Atticus bluffs, and Ernest squints, leaning back on the desk behind him.

"So what did I just say?"

"Atticus, are you listening?" Atticus repeats, smiling as his sisters giggle beside him. The corner of Ernest’s mouth tugs into a slight smirk as he rolls his eyes.

"What did I say before that?" He clarifies. Atticus sways in his place, continuing to soothe his tired familiar, and he hums, trying to recall what they were discussing. He’s quiet for a while before grunting. He really wasn't listening, too distracted by his surroundings to focus. Ernest pretty much lost him at “alright guys, today…” However, he remembers you volunteering to get sand after James realized he forgot to get some himself.

"Ehm… I don't know. Something about sand?"

Ernest sighs, "Yes, I was talking about sand. Can anyone catch Atticus up on the properties for sand?"

"Different sands have various spiritual properties, but the lake sand that you're using today can be used in spells for self-reflection and grounding," Travis chimes in all of a sudden. He's laid down in his bed, holding a comic book over his head as he looks at the group.

James turns away from the materials, amused that the other has probably been listening this entire time. It was the middle of the day, so the Hermes cabin was pretty empty since everyone was out doing their own thing. The only other people in the cabin were the Stoll brothers and a handful of their siblings. James chuckles,

"Travis, you want to be a witch too?" He jokes, and Travis shrugs,

"I practically am already. I'm always listening to your lessons," he admits amused, returning his attention to the comic book he was reading.

"Everyone has a little witch in them. See Atticus; even Travis was listening," Alabaster teases.

Atticus grunts, "Yeah, yeah. I was trying to put Harvey to sleep!"

“You act like he’s a baby that needs to be coddled!” Sage raises her eyebrow. Atticus had always been super affectionate with Harvey. She swears she’s never seen Atticus and Harvey separated for long like the way you and Ambrose have periods where you’ll be apart. When Ambrose knew you were safe, he’d usually wander off to find your siblings or mess around with monsters in the forest, so he wasn’t with you 24/7. But Atticus managed to have Harvey with him all the time.

“Do not judge my parenting! He likes being held,” Atticus defends Harvey, and Lou Ellen rolls her eyes.

“Parenting? You sound like a single dad.”

Alabaster snorts, “anyways," he cuts in, grabbing both of their attention. "we can start the potion whenever Y/n decides to come back with it," he says as he sits down in a nearby desk chair.

Lou Ellen hums, "she's been gone for almost 40 minutes now. The dunes are on the other side of camp, but it shouldn't take her this long?"

"Maybe she got sidetracked?" James shrugs. "We can go look for her if she doesn't come back in another 10 minutes, but I'm sure she's fine.”

"I'm here!" You announce as you burst through the cabin door, Ambrose running next to you. He runs through the wall, rushing to join your siblings. You sigh, your arm coming up to wipe your forehead that was a little damp from sweat, and your cheeks are a little flushed from being in the summer heat.

"Look who decided to come back," James announces, shaking his head in playful disapproval. You smile sheepishly, too caught up in your breathing to say anything as you pass the jar to him. You return to your spot between Lou Ellen and Atticus, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions.

"What took you so long?" Lou Ellen asks, her voice concerned. You clear your throat, attempting not to sound hesitant as you come up with a lie on a whim.

"Oh uh, I just got distracted… some of the girls from the Aphrodite cabin were hanging out at the dunes, and I got caught up in conversation," you stutter a little, suddenly feeling nervous as Atticus squints at you. You accidentally meet his stare before looking away fast, turning so that your back is facing him.

"You're lying," he declares. You scoff,

"No, I'm not!"

"I'm your twin, y/n. I know when you are lying!" He reminds you, and you groan.

You and Atticus have always had this weird twin sense. You both can tell when the other is lying because you could pick up on each other's emotions really well. You thought maybe if he didn’t see your body language, he wouldn’t be able to pick up on your lie, but of course, he didn’t need a visual to know that you were nervous. You could also feel each other's pain to a certain extent which has always been annoying. Atticus was pretty accident-prone when he was younger and, well, still is. This meant any bumps and bruises he managed to obtain, you would always get dull aches in the same area. The most annoying part of it all was that the more severe the pain, the more you felt. Once you had period cramps so bad, you both had to call out from school because he was also curled up in his bed, declaring that he’ll never make period jokes again in his life.

You weren’t sure why you had this connection with your brother. Since you’ve had it your entire life, you had thought this was a regular thing, but you’ve recently found out that it wasn't normal at all. You just assumed that it came with the quirks of being children of a sorceress goddess. You had to admit that it was cool, but at times like this, you wished you didn’t have it because Atticus called you out a lot.

You didn't want to admit you got distracted by Percy in the combat area. On your way back, you saw him practicing with the test dummies. You watched him practice for a few seconds, and you had no intention of stopping to talk to him initially, but when he caught you walking by, he called you over.

"Admit it, you were nervous," Percy laughs, continuing to tease you about how you ran away from him during Capture the Flag. You scoff, nudging his shoulder,

"Of you? Please,” you deny even though you were nervous about going head-to-head with him, but he didn’t need to know that. “It doesn't matter if I ran away because I still won!” You stick your tongue out at him, and he smiles,

“You should still practice your sword fighting, Y/n. You can’t always run away from a sword fight,” he points out, and you frown,

“I’m not a close-range fighter. It’s just how it is.” After declaring that you “failed” in sword fighting, you were a bit insecure about your abilities. It was a good and bad thing because after your “failure,” you delved into your magic studies, and you were proud of how much better your abilities have gotten. You could confidently say that you are now a more powerful and seasoned witch than you were at the beginning of the summer. The bad part was that you never stepped foot in the combat area again. The dagger you carried around barely saw the light of day, strapped in its holster most of the time.

"Well, one day, you might not have a choice… c'mon Sabrina Spellman, show me what you got," he jokes as he gets into his stance. You smile, putting the jar of sand down before taking your dagger out of its casing.

"I don't got much to show," you say playfully.

You thought that you'd just go one round with him, but the next thing you knew, he was giving you an entire lesson. He sparred with you a few times, analyzing how you fought and he gave you tips here and there. He was helpful and patient, and you did walk away knowing a few new things.

You swallow as you feel the stares of your siblings, now interested as to why you lied. You try not to become more flustered as you recall the feeling of Percy standing close behind you. His touch was gentle, hands slightly calloused as he adjusted the way you held your dagger, and with light fingertips, he moved your limbs, putting you in a stronger stance.

You shake your head, fiddling with your fingers, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you trailed off, hoping Atticus would drop it. You turn to your brothers, James preparing everything, but Alabaster and Ernest were just as interested as the others regarding where you could have been.

"She was probably with Percy,” Connor mocks, a sly smirk on his face as the whole cabin filled with Ooo's and amused chattering. Your shoulders slouch, head hung low, and you felt like you wanted to crawl in a hole.

"Were you actually?" You hear Atticus asks with amusement in his voice. You don't move from your place, keeping quiet. You knew there was no use in denying it because Atticus would easily sense the lie.

"She definitely was!" Alice squeals when you don’t say anything, and you glare at your sisters, making them giggle.

Lou Ellen nudges your shoulder, "what were you guys doing? You looked flustered when you walked in here,” she teases and winks.

"Probably making out!" Connor butts in before you could answer, and you gasp, snapping your gaze to him.

“We were just sparring!" You blurt out, and Connor laughs at how defense you suddenly became. The last thing you wanted was rumors leaving the cabin, and you groan as your sisters start pestering you with questions, along with the assumptions of your other cabinmates.

"Okay! Okay," Alabaster shouts a little over the chattering. "We need to focus. You guys can talk about that later," he says, and silence falls amongst your siblings. You nod, relieved that you get to avoid the topic for now. You watch as they exchange looks, silently communicating something to each other. You had an idea that it had something to do with you as Ernest’s eyes flicker in your direction and Alabaster’s face hardens. James gave them a dismissive wave with his hand as if he was telling them not to worry before continuing to sort out the materials in front of him.

"Let's start this potion. Some of us have chores to do," James cuts through the silence as he grabs the mortar and pestle and sits down in front of you and your siblings.

As James puts the potion together, carefully showing you how to cut and crush certain herbs, Ernest sits beside him, explaining the steps carefully. You lean a little forward, focusing on the lesson, and you diligently write notes in your notebook, trying not to miss any crucial details.

“Take good notes; I’m copying those,” Atticus whispers in your ear, and you squint at him playfully. His arms were too occupied with Harvey, so he was just watching the demonstration, confident that you’ll take thorough notes for him to copy. You shake your head, turning your attention back to Ernest as he speaks. After demonstrating it, they pass on the materials to you guys, and it was your turn to try it out.

The potion was a little too easy for you, and you find yourself growing a little bored as you put everything together. It annoyed you because you felt like your brothers were going easy on you and you were itching to get into the more advanced stuff such as healing potions or something like a disguising potion.

Out of your three older brothers, Ernest was the most knowledgeable about potions. He was always helping out in the infirmary, making healing potions for the Apollo kids to use. Sometimes the Hermes kids would ask him to make potions for pranks, and you’ve even seen some of the girls from the Aphrodite cabin begging him to make love potions for them. Usually, Ernest would decline their requests, giving lectures, especially to the Aphrodite girls, why a love potion is a terrible idea. But in the times that he has agreed to do them, the results were always hilarious. Once, he made a Hilarity Potion for the Stoll brothers that turned the Ares cabin into a bunch of giggling messes for 24 hours. Until that day, you’ve never seen someone giggle aggressively before.

You were the first to finish the potion, bottling it up in a miniature glass jar before pushing the cork into the top. You carefully wired wrapped the jar, attaching it to a necklace and fastening it around your neck. After being praised by your brothers, you were off to do the chores that were given to you by Connor as repayment for not ratting you out to the Aphrodite Cabin about your spontaneous meeting with Percy at the docks.

You were done right in time for dinner, the time passing as usual as you and your siblings talk and laugh at the table. Soon, you were singing along to the songs at the campfire, and by the time it came to an end, your eyelids were heavy with fatigue. You knew then that you were not going to study into the night as the soreness from sparring with Percy started to settle in your muscles. When you arrived at the Hermes cabin after washing up for bed, you could barely keep your eyes open. The last thing you remembered was mumbling a good night to Atticus and turning over in your bed.

Your dreams were always weird, so when you’re taken to a meadow in the middle of nowhere, you weren’t surprised. Actually, you were pretty content, preferring this scene instead of the bizarre settings you often came across.

You swore you could feel the soft summer breeze blowing on your face, and you take a deep breath, basking in the fresh air. You look out at the grassy land ahead of you, noticing you were standing at a crossroad. Two gravel roads stretched in either direction, one path seemingly identical to the other. You turn around to study your surroundings further. You squint, hand hovering above your eyes to protect them from the shining sun that's beginning to set behind the hills. The valley was still; the only sound you could hear was the wind whooshing past your ears, and you felt safe.

“Come with us, y/n.” A familiar voice cuts through the stillness, and you gasp, looking in the direction it came from. You find Alabaster standing on the left road, James and Ernest standing beside him. You felt your stomach turn as their eyes darken. Your arms wrap around your frame as the once warm wind turns cold. Dark clouds roll in, splitting the sky in half as the right side remains the same sunny meadow. Groans of thunder echoed throughout the land, and you can sense an eerie presence lingering in the air.

“What?” You whisper to yourself, noticing Atticus standing on the right road.

“No! Don’t,” he shouts, his expression glazed over in fear, and you step back.

“Don’t listen to him. We know what’s best for you,” James says, his arm extended out for you to hold, and you shake your head. “Come with us.”

“No! Come with me!”

“Come with us!”

You feel your heart racing in your chest, the screams of your brothers sending goosebumps to your skin. Their voices become more desperate, and you can hear the grief and panic in their voices.

“No, no, no. It’s a dream… you can change it,” you whisper, becoming overwhelmed as the thunder grows louder and so the desperation in your brother’s wailing. You stare down at the ground, and your hands are pressed firmly over your ears. You try to concentrate on shifting into another dream, but before you could, you felt as if your body was sucked into a vortex. A distant voice calls your name, and you groan, your vision blurry as your eyes flutter open.

Alabaster stands over you as he nudges your shoulder softly, whispering your name until you finally wake up. “C’mon, get up.”

You lazily sit up in your bed, your surroundings fuzzy as Alabaster guides you to stand up. You assume that it must be morning as you slip your feet into your slippers and you rub your eyes. It didn’t take you long to notice that it was still night time and you whine softly, confused and annoyed that you were woken up from your slumber.

“Al? What’s going on?” Alabaster doesn’t answer, grabbing onto your wrist, and you were too groggy to protest, following him to the back window of the Hermes cabin. You stumble a little when you land on the grass, Atticus coming to your side and grabbing on to your other hand. You don’t even notice the nervous look on his face or the way his hand was shaking, too busy attempting to stay awake.

Your vision was still fuzzy, and you lay your head against your brother's arm, feeling Ambrose’s mouth tugging on your shirt frantically as Alabaster leads you into the forest. You don’t know what it was, but you had this feeling that something was wrong and a soft sigh leaves your lips as you gather your strength to get out of your grogginess.

“Wait… wait!” You snatch your arm from Alabaster's hold. “What’s going on?” You ask as your brothers turn around.

“We’re leaving,” Ernest says, and you furrow your eyebrows. “We’re going to join Kronos’s army.”

“We? Are you insane?” You felt your heart drop to your chest, and you tried to look for any sign that they were joking.

“Come with us, Y/n,” Alabaster pleads, and you feel goosebumps forming on your skin as you get an overwhelming feeling of deja vu. The tone of his voice, the way their eyes darkened, was the same as the dream you just had. Your brothers glowered down at you, waiting for your decision.

"No… no, this isn't right,” you whisper. You let go of Atticus’s hand, just now noticing how tight his grip was. You wipe your shaky palms on your pants, and for a moment, you thought you were still dreaming. At least, you were hoping that you were still dreaming. You scan your surroundings, trying to find a sign that would tell you that this wasn't real, but you don't find one.

“There is no reason to stay here, to fight on this side. Kronos will win the war. The camp doesn’t stand a chance,” Alabaster declares confidently. Your mind wanders, recalling the dark stormy clouds that loomed over your brothers in your dream and the eeriness that took over. You could practically feel your pulse in your ears, grasping the fact that your dream was a warning.

“And how are you so sure?” Your voice quivers, and you sigh in disbelief.

“Because mother told me,” Alabaster says, and your head jerks back, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Mother? She spoke to you?”

“Yes. She’s fighting for Kronos, and she believes it is in our best interest to join her.”

A wave of emotion washes over you all at once. You were shocked, furious, even a little jealous. Your mother never came to speak to you. You knew that she tended to favor your more powerful siblings. Your older brothers have talked to her a few times, and the reminder made your chest feel heavy. You knew she looked after you, obviously. She had saved your life by sending Ambrose to you and your brother's aid. You prayed to her daily, and she occasionally sent you signs that made you feel she was there with you — but coming to see you? That was a privilege that you weren’t worthy of; at least, that’s what it felt like.

Your fury came from the fact that your mother was the motivator of all this. Why would she persuade your brothers in her own interests? Weren’t there rules that your godly parent couldn’t interfere with certain things? You weren’t sure what the rules specifically were, but this didn’t feel right. You shake your head,

“Mother isn’t omniscient. She doesn’t know who will win.” Your fist is clenched hard on your side, and you watch as Alabaster’s expression hardens,

"You're only fighting on this side because of your little boyfriend. Is he more important to you than us?"

"Boyfriend?! What are you talking about-”

"I'm talking about Percy! Don’t think we haven’t noticed you hanging out with him. Sparring together? In the strawberry fields together? You guys were practically flirting at the campfire, and Connor told us that you’ve been meeting him at night. Is that true?"

You feel your face get hot, but it wasn’t at the accusation of Percy being your boyfriend but the rage that was swirling in your chest. You hated that he thought you would compromise your loyalty to your siblings for a boy. That wasn’t true. In the right circumstances, you would always put your siblings first because you knew they would do the same. But this wasn’t about Percy; you haven’t thought of him until Alabaster brought him up. This was about loyalty to the camp.

"He's not my boyfriend. It doesn’t even matter what side he’s fighting on. I couldn’t care less. Al… this- this is about family!"

"Family?! What?”

“The camp,” you say shakily, and you shift on your feet as a sarcastic laugh leaves Alabaster’s lips.

“The camp? You mean the camp that doesn’t deem our mother worthy of her own cabin? We’ve been trapped in that Hermes cabin since the beginning. Half of us didn’t even have a bed to sleep in the first summer we arrived. You and Lou Ellen had to cram in a twin-size bed the first couple of weeks until you got lucky and something opened up. Y/n, they don’t care about us. They toss us to the side, barely give us a space to learn our magic. This camp isn’t family. We're your family, Y/n. We understand you the most. We share the same powers, the same mother. We care for you."

You look down at the ground, hating that you were unable to deny that the words he spoke held truth. The children of minor gods were treated differently. You didn’t have a cabin dedicated to your godly parent, and that was enough to make you feel lesser than. You remember Ethan Nakamura saying in passing that being forced to sleep in the Hermes cabin was pretty much an odd punishment for not being a child of one of the 12. You remember laughing and brushing it off, not thinking much of it at the moment, but now, it suddenly occurred to you that he wasn’t joking at all. He was dead serious.

You have to admit that the living situation wasn’t ideal. It affected how you were able to study your magic and came with annoying inconveniences. You slept in a sleeping bag for your first summer, tucked away in the corner of the room with Atticus. The system in place for who gets a bed was set up by seniority. The longer you've been at camp, the more secure your sleeping arrangements were. You only got a bed because, at the beginning of the summer, a good chunk of kids had left to join Kronos’ army, which bumped you up on the waiting list.

You almost gave in, only so that you'd be with your siblings. If you stay, most of them will be long gone, and you'll be forced to fight them on the battlefield, but you couldn't leave. It didn’t feel right to compromise your loyalty to the camp. Though there were days where you did feel like an outcast, you couldn’t ignore the times you didn’t. Your friends here were important to you too, and you’ve always seen the camp as your haven. It was the only place where you didn’t have to worry about monsters or entities. Sure, some people at camp saw you as some freak, but you never felt as much as a freak here as you did in the mortal world. In the end, it boiled down to one question. Did you want to fight alongside your friends for a camp that brought you a sense of comfort? Or will you fight for a bitter, greedy titian who’s only using you so he can have the throne?

"No, I’m staying,” you say with a tight jaw, looking up to meet Alabaster’s eyes. You kept thinking of the dark clouds, the thunder roaring in the background, the way the valley darkened. That was a warning. That was a clear sign to run the other way, to not walk into the storm.

"Atticus?" Alabaster shifts his gaze to your brother, who stands beside you. Your entire body tenses up, your teeth chewing at the inside of your cheek.

He couldn't go. You couldn’t bear the thought of being without him. Though you were sure that he would be on your side, it was then you decided that if Atticus left, you were going to leave too. You hated that you were second-guessing him, but you weren't sure what to believe after this whole thing being pulled by Alabaster.

"... I'm staying.” His voice is more confident than you expected it to be, and you sigh out shakily, feeling the weight of dread lift from on your shoulders. You’ll still have your twin, and right now, when you felt like your whole world was falling apart, that’s all that mattered.

"You both are fools," Alabaster hissed, and your fist clenches, gaze snapping up.

"You’re the damn fool. How are you so sure that if Kronos wins, everything will suddenly be better? Alabaster, he’s feeding off your anger for his own agenda. You really think if we fight in his little army, he’ll care about us?” Your voice cracks, you scan the crowd of your siblings looking at you. You peer over at your sisters, who were huddled behind your brothers.

“Sage, Alice, Lou Ellen? This isn’t right. We- I- don’t go, just stay here at camp,” you plead, hoping that if you could persuade them to stay, maybe your brothers will forfeit their plan. “I have a bad feeling. I had a dre-”

“Stop,” James barked. You couldn’t help but cringe; the way his eyes narrowed at you was something you’ve never seen before.

“The odds are in Kronos’ favor. He has a bigger army. His allies are strong. This camp doesn’t stand a chance. You asking them to stay is the same as asking them to die,” he declares. “Mother says if- when he wins, she will take care of us. We can live and study with her, she promised.”

Your eyes sting with tears, and you close them, fingers anxiously peeling the skin around your nails. It was way too good to be true. That’s probably something you’ve always wanted, to live as a coven with your siblings. You only wished for a conversation with your mother, but the opportunity to learn from her directly was tempting. Still, you thought about the chaos that would reign across the country, across the world. You didn’t understand how a world under the rule of Kronos could be any better than the world you had now. And you deduced that it would probably be even worse.

“It’s all bull,” you spat, and you scoff. “I’m asking them to die? Take a look at where you’re taking them! This is mad. Guys, please,” you plead again. You frown as Alice and Sage refuse to look at you, huddling close beside each other.

“I- I’m staying,” Lou Ellen suddenly breaks the silence, and you feel a rush of hopefulness. Her head is lowered in a bow, avoiding the stares of your brothers as she walks to you. You reach out your arms, grasping her hand the moment she was close enough. You hear Ernest scoff, turning around to look at Sage and Alice.

“Anyone else would like to stay?” His tone is harsh, cutting through the night and Alice and Sage stare at the floor. You could tell from their trembling hands that they were scared. If they felt any conviction, any second thoughts, they didn’t dare to speak up.

“Let’s go before we get caught out here,” Alabaster announces, and you meet his eyes one last time.

“We’ll see you on the battlefield, sister.”

The walk back to the Hermes Cabin was silent. You hold on to Lou Ellen’s equally clammy hands, the three of you shaken up from what just happened. A part of you still couldn’t even believe that this is how your night played out. You glance at Atticus, his face expressionless, but you knew his mind was scattered with a million thoughts. If your own grief wasn’t enough, you were met with the burden of the grief radiating off of him.

Atticus coped with things differently than you did. You were quick to cry when you’re sad, scream when you were angry, but he bottled it up. He would bottle it up until all his emotions boiled over the limit. Even then, he was private, never letting it out where people could see him, but no matter what, you felt it, and no matter what, you were there comforting him.

He meets your gaze, and you take in the sadness on his face. The sight of his sorrow made it hard to hold back your tears. You knew that when Al called his name, he felt your panic. He felt your dilemma. You didn’t exactly know his stance on the impending war, but you knew at that moment, Atticus made his decision because he didn’t want to be separated from you. He manages a sad smile as there is a mutual understanding of this between the two of you. He slings his arm around both you and Lou Ellen’s shoulders in a failed attempt to lighten up the situation. He swallows hard,

“We’ll be okay,” he musters out, and as confident he wished to sound, the weakness in his voice was unavoidable. You suppress the sob that threatened to leave your lips, a tear falling down your cheek, and you nod,

“Yeah, we- we’ll be okay.” Your voice falters.

and hopefully, they’ll be okay too.

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