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tiredfox64 · 15 days

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I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

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jo-harrington · 5 months

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Ex Nihilo (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Pairings/Relationships: Older!Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings/Themes: Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Difficult Family Relationships, Found Family, Set around Christmas but not explicitly Holiday-related.

Note: As we go into this holiday season and I'm reminded of some difficult things in my own past, I decided to write this for all of us who sometimes desperately wish that we were simply from nothing. It would certainly be easier that way.

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Enjoy!

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You don't know where you're going unless you know where you've been.

That's what everyone seemed to tell you when they found out about your "don't dwell on the past" mentality.

You moved forward. Worked on yourself. Always striving to be more, to be better. Reflection was for learning, not for obsessing. You were a product of your past, yes, but you would not be haunted by it.

It was one of the things you and Eddie agreed on when you first met.

It had been less of a meet cute and more of the hands of fate smashing the two of you together like a child making their toys kiss. But you were stuck together from that moment on. Embracing one another wholeheartedly and not entirely whole without each other. But if you were going to do this--take steps into the future together--you couldn't keep looking over your shoulders for the ghosts of your past to sneak up on you.

And that meant trust.

It was difficult early on, as you got to learn things about each other. You needed to constantly practice patience. The questions that usually came with getting to know someone new--getting to love someone new--were sometimes left unanswered. Sometimes it was simple things like why you didn't want to listen to that one Roxette cassette tape that had a permanent home in your glovebox. Other times it was something serious, like where he got those scars.

"I can't talk about it," one of you would say, insist.

Not won't, not don't-want-to. Can't.

And then it was behind you.

Buried beneath the seconds, minutes, hours of the nows and togethers and tomorrows that you could think about instead.

One day, the fractioned parts of yourself that remained in the shadows suddenly and unexpectedly came to light. Both of your secrets that weren't really secrets tangible and in your newly-shared living space.

Mail.

Nothing good ever came in the mail. Bills and notices from the government and chain letters.

And postcards.

Well, holiday cards in the form of postcards.

Two of them.

They were similar but so very different and you and Eddie both looked on in horror as groups of smiling faces stared up at you. Each of you recognizing one and not the other.

Yours. A family stared back at you. A father and mother and grown up children with their own partners and children. All standing in a wintry landscape in matching sweaters with arms slung around each other. One particular set of eyes stared into the camera, into your soul, burning you.

His. A different kind of family. A group of young adults, graduation caps all on their heads, a girl with short brown curls in the middle looking extremely proud of herself, and a boy whose laughter was so visibly boisterous you could practically hear it through the postcard. They all stood in front of a Christmas tree decorated with diplomas that rested on the branches, instead of ornaments.

"I didn't kn--" You and Eddie both speak the same words over one another, as in sync as you are.

"Who are th--" It happens again and this time you hold a hand over your mouth, emotion getting the better of you.

It's a moment you know you've both dreaded for a while, the willful ignorance of the past in favor of a blissful present. But it's here.

Nothing came from nothing.

"I didn't know that they had the new address," Eddie shrugged and crossed his arms over his torso. "My, uh...uncle must have told them."

His uncle who you know of but heard very little about. Had some kind of insurance or lawsuit payout and lived in a quiet little cabin by a lake so he could fish. Eddie had gone to see him...for his birthday maybe? He didn't really specify and you didn't ask.

You could now...

"Who are they?" you asked instead.

"Old friends." His smile is strained and almost looks like a grimace. "They were freshmen when I...well I mean, they're not anymore. Been through a lot of shit together though."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He's tense, almost like any other words you ask will inflict stinging battle damage and he's preparing himself for it. His one hand scratches at his side--at his scars--like he does when he gets nervous.

You didn't want him to be nervous around you. That's not what you're here for.

"Eddie Munson, babysitting service," you said instead and flipped the postcard over. It says Merry Christmas from The Hoppers. No return address. Your eyes turned back to the kids' faces. No similarity. To Eddie or each other. Adopted? Didn't really matter. You didn't need to speculate, he would tell you if he wanted.

But he didn't want to. At least not now.

Instead he scoffed and shook his head with his crooked grin.

"No that's our other friend," he grabbed the card from you and inspected their faces a little closer, nose practically touching the cardstock. "Steve. Always the babysitter, he said."

"Uh huh."

Something in your chest opens up then, like your ribs snapping off to reveal a wide and ominous cavern, as he hesitantly points each of the kids out to you. A name, a quick fact, and a fond smile.

Nothing more, but it's still a lot...and it still feels like...

An obligation.

One you never felt with Eddie before.

You refuse to take your eyes off of his postcard, even though yours sits on the counter, right in your peripherals. You hesitate even when he finishes his introduction...explanation.

Finally you pick it up, holding it delicately at the corners, as though putting your fingerprints on the picture will somehow bond you to the people contained within.

The words are lodged in your throat. Things you...really...

You don't want to say them but they're there.

This kind of thing will show up from time to time.

That's Michael and that's Simon. I didn't even know Simon got married, wow.

The last time I saw them was...5 years ago? 10?

And that's...

You cleared your throat and the words flew out, violently like you were given some pseudo-Heimlich maneuver. A piece of your life, a piece of your identity, choked and spat into the room. It smacked against Eddie's chest and fell wetly, disgustingly to the floor.

"That's my family."

He sensed your discomfort immediately.

"You don't have to--"

"No," you stopped him. "I want to."

"No you don't."

"No I don't. But I want you...to know. At least a little."

He huddled close to you, closer than you already were when he showed you his own postcard. You don't take the lead though and he awkwardly pointed out where this person has your eyes and that's your smile.

You're not sure if he did it so you could just focus on you and not them but it does help. It helps to see a younger version of yourself in your niece and the same crinkles of your eyes in your brothers.

"And who's this asshole?" he asked, pointing to...

"Uhm..." you're hesitant. "That's Mark."

You haven't called him dad in a while. Not even in your head.

"Her?"

"Mary."

And she's been his wife for years but you've never called your step-mother anything other than her name since you met her.

Eddie remained silent for a moment and you wondered if he knew. Maybe when you guys combined your rolodexes in the first week of living together and you stood by the phone trying to figure out whether it should be alphabetized by first name (his) or last name (yours), he noticed the stack of contacts that shared the same last name as you. Phone numbers that, again, hadn't been dialed in years.

Keep them, your mom had told you way back when. In case of emergencies. Better safe than sorry.

She, like Eddie's uncle, probably shared your new address as well.

You don't know whether to thank her or curse her now, as you hold your breath and wait for Eddie to say something.

Your mind raced and you wondered whether or not to speak first instead. If he wanted some kind of story from your family, from your past, you could run to the closet and pull out a picture of your grandma, tell him about her instead. Or maybe he'd want to know about the great grandfather whose name you found in a book at Ellis Island some time ago, who worked on the railroad and had eight siblings who all died before they turned 18. Some strange family curse he avoided.

Anything, anything, anything but them.

He inhaled.

"They look like they're boring," he chuckled. "Matching sweaters? Seriously?"

"Mary picks them out," you explained. "And yeah. She is pretty boring."

"I don't want them on the fridge with my magnets." You smacked your hand against his chest weakly. "What?"

"Your magnets?"

"You know how many garage sales I had to go to so I could find all of the Campbell's soup cans? Michael and Scottie and Mork's lovely Sears Catalog sweaters are gonna make the Cream of Mushroom look like trash. Pass."

He yoinked the postcard from your hand and tossed it over his shoulder, and you felt a weight lift off your chest.

Out of sight out of mind.

Eddie turned you to face him and cupped your cheeks in his hands, whispered words of thanks and praise and reassurance as he pecked kisses around your face. And when he was done, you returned the favor.

Neither you or Eddie liked to dwell on the past, but you could acknowledge it when it decided to pop up from time to time.

Because nothing came from nothing.

If it did, the two of you wouldn't have ended up here.

Together.

#Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst #stranger things fic #Eddie munson #stranger things

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luvly-writer · 4 months

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XOXO

Ch. 14 A broken heart is fixed by another

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Author’s note: I am so so sorry for the delay, i really took my vacations to relax and enjoy the time i had with my family and friends. I finally got to sit down and make this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fighting and yelling

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To admit that my father had shaken me up a little would tear apart a bit of my ego. I mean, all my life I have been going head to head with the man yet not once had I gone as far as I had now. I had sent a text to Tim, telling him that I would be spending Christmas Eve having dinner with my family to which he responded worriedly that if anything went wrong, the doors to the Wayne manor were always open. I finish getting ready for the dinner and call Donnie. Oh Donnie, he has been my driver ever since I was a child and constantly took me under his wing. I grab the bag that holds the presents I had bought the day I met Tim and take out Donnie’s. It was my small tradition with my family’s staff, every year on Christmas Eve, I would buy them a present as gratitude for the year of service. I had begun it when I was 13 and hadn’t stopped ever since. I see him waiting for me once I gather everything I need and open the door. He steps out of the car and opens the door for me showing me a small bouquet of my favorite flowers waiting for me next to where I usually sit.

“Oh Donnie, you are a sweetheart! Thank you so much!” I say and hug him once I stash all of my families presents in the trunk. I give him his present and smile as he gasps of joy. Long time ago, Donnie had told him that he had exchanged his silver harmonica for a watch for his wife. Unbeknownst to him, his wife had done the same thing and exchanged her locket for a case for his harmonica. In front of him sat a beautiful silver harmonica and a gorgeous golden locket, I had been able to track their missing belongings and bought and polished them for them. I feel Donnie shake as he brings me in for a hug and I don’t mention the tears that soak my coat. “Happy Christmas, Donnie, to you and Linda” I hug him tighter and smile. “happy Christmas, miss Vanderbilt!” He says smiling and we both get in the car. The ride to Vanderbilt mansion was pleasant at best. He had decided to give an update on how my family have been. Aurora and my mother had moved to the West wing ever since the debutants ball. My sister was enraged about the selling of my painting and was doing almost every she could to find a way to buy it back. My mother was doing her best to help her in that. Charlisse and my father remained in the east wing. Charisse what stayed trying to keep father company but it was no use, he has been stuck in his study the entire time and only seemed to go out for supper. Not only that, my grandmother’s plane had been delayed due to the weather conditions and she was not going to be present until who knows when. That bit of news is what dulled me the most I think. It was no secret I was my grandmother’s favorite and it would have been a relief to have someone my father can’t control.

Finally, we arrive. Donnie opens my door and helps me carry my presents inside. There, Dorothy, my maid, takes them and goes to place them under the tree. “wait! Thea!” I say and she stops looking at me, waiting for my response. I take the bags and pull out three gifts. I put two in my purse and give the las one to her, “Happy Christmas, Thya!” I say with a big smile. She gives me a hearty laugh and wishes me a happy Christmas. She also tells me that I will find her present for me in my room. I smile and go on a search for my favorite butler. I find him ordering the kitchen staff around for the dinner and give him his present whilst wishing him a Happy Christmas. I give him a hug and run upstairs to drop my coat. In my bed, two beautiful presents are laid. I place the flowers in my nightstand and open them. Dorothy gave a three books, one of Monet, one of Van Gogh and another on Da Vinci; and Bartie gave me a gorgeous knitted sweater with a kite saying his wife made it for me. I hug all of my presents and decide to finally show up at the dining room, knowing my father will be impatient by now.

Before I enter the dinner, I straighten my back and wipe my dress making sure everything is perfect. Finally, Bartie opens the door and announces my arrival. Aurora comes straight away towards my and hugs me tightly. She whispers in my ear, “I miss you baby sis..and no matter what happens today, I am on your side!” She pulls away and smiles at me. Mom walks towards me next almost cautiously, last time we had spoken I had not been that welcoming towards her. I open my arms and she releases a sigh and envelopes me in her arms. “Hi, my little pearl, Merry Christmas” she says as she squeezes me tightly. “Mom! You are leaving me without air” I laugh out causing Aurora and my mother to laugh. Next is Charlisse. She squeezes me in a big hug and tries to ruffle my hair. I deflect it with a laugh and pat it down. Finally I meet my father’s gaze.

“Father”

“Y/n”

We stay staring at each other until, Mark, Aurora’s husband coughs and I look at him. He gives me a big hug and we laugh. Charlisse’s husband, Antoine, raises a glass at me and gives me a wink. I roll my eyes at him and discreetly give him the middle finger. He laughs, choking on his drink and nods in approval. They both have always been like my older brothers. Finally, we begin and sit down to eat. Like always, Dorothy, Bartie, and Donnie, with some of the other staff, sit down to eat with us in order to celebrate the festivities. We begin mindless chatter around the table as we eat. Even though it’s still a little tense between my father and I, we engage in some conversation. We finish dinner and change into the living room.

Everything was going perfect, until it wasn’t.

I was telling Charlisse about the ski trips with Tim when my father lets out a displeased grunt. We ignore him for the most part until he interrupts. “Where is Timothy by the way? Is he not supposed to be your boyfriend?” I turn to him and narrow my eyes. “Whatever you are implying father, it is far from that. You specifically told me tonight was about family and that I couldn’t bring him” I defend and he glares at me, “I am sure that would have not stopped a real gentleman, for example, Francis would have come and joined us” he said waiting for my reaction. I catch Charlisse scrunch up her nose in distaste. During the last few weeks, my sisters and I had a conference call where they asked about Mr. Morris. Aparantly my sisters had no knowledge of how much of a creepy man he was. Charlisse thought my father was just going to the extremes in order to push me towards the family business and was even entertained by me defying my father’s authority, but once she had heard everything, she was no longer amused. “Father, I don’t believe that is exactly fair for Y/n” Charlisse began but was interrupted by my father screaming, “I say what is fair in this household and Y/n has done nothing to honor our family name! She has only raked it through the mud parading with that boy toy of hers and engaging in activity unfit for a Vanderbilt!”

“I hardly think it’s something to shame her father, she was just having a little fun” tried Charlisse again and Aurora continued with “She’s young and in love, that’s all”

Our father was positively fuming. “You see what you have caused, Y/n. Your little act of rebellion has caused your sisters to step out of line and it might cause them their future titles. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He said darkly looking at both of my sisters who shrunk under his gaze and gave me an apologetic smile.

“Don’t be unfair on the girl, William.” My mother tried to intervene when I interrupted her,

“Oh so I am a little rebel now! Is that what you are calling it?!?! Is that what you call anyone that doesn’t bend to your every will just because heaven forbid William Vanderbilt doesn’t get what he wants!?” I yell back and my father’s fury rises once again

“Enough! It’s Christmas Eve, for heaven’s sake! We are spending time as a family and these matters should be left for later!” My mother tried once again but it wasn’t enough.

“You are young, Y/n, there are many things that you don’t understand-“

“And you are old father, there are many things you have forgotten!” I responded looking at him dead in the eyes

“What is that supposed to mean?” He got closer to me, my mother was doing her best to push him back and Antoine and Mark stood up, ready for anything that was to come.

“You are selfish, arrogant, and cruel. You believe that everything should be done according to your plans yet you forget that we are our own people! We should live how we like and love who we want and be who we choose to be. You push your precious hotel agenda so far down our throats that you suffocate us! The only thing you do is push our family apart instead of bringing it together. I remember you used to tell us how much you hated your dad for forcing you to take on the company yet yOU DO THE SAME DAMN THING TO US!” I threw in his face and then snapped my hand to my mouth. My sisters gasped and my mother looked between my father and me. Everyone stood still for a moment. That wasn’t a subject we never brought up.

“Leave.” Was all my father said and it was the restraint in his body that made me run. I grabbed my purse, took a random coat from the closet and ran out of the manor. I could hear people calling out my name and yelling at my father but I paid no mind to it, I just ran. It was freezing, snow had begun falling and I was just in my short dress and heals. I knew Wayne manor was close so I just ran and ran until I got to its shiny golden gates. There I pressed the buzzer as many times as I could until I heard a posh British accent answer, “Yes?”

“H-h-hi A-a-Alfred, is T-t-Tim the-ere?” I asked, shivering.

“Goodness miss, YN, what are you doing in the snow! Master Tim! There’s an urgent matter you need to attend to, come quick!” Alfred said rapidly recognizing my voice and opened the gate. I began the long walk it takes to get to the manor and in the distance I see a body open the door. It starts to run towards me as I get closer and closer. Finally, it clears up and I recognize that shadow to be Tim.

“Fuck, angel what are you doing here at this hour and under so much snow, come on let’s get you inside” he says as he drapes another coat on me and picked me up. “I didn’t know where else to go…” I said softly and he squeezes me harder. I don’t know if it was because how much I am shaking or because of what I said.

Quickly I am taken in and brought to Tim’s room. He places me in the toilet and begins heating a bath for me.

“There you go, I’ll go get you a few things to change into later, see if Steph, Babs or Cass has something that can fit you” he says and is about to leave when i realize I don’t want to be alone right now, “Tim…”

“Yes?” He says turning back to me and looks at me, worry clouding his eyes.

“Can you stay with me?” I ask and he stiffened, suddenly I remember our situation and what I am asking of him, “never mind, sorry if I-“

“Let me get everything that you might need and I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll come back” he says softly.

The bath fills up and stops suddenly, I begin to shed the layers of coats I have until I am left only in my soaking dress. I am about to take it off when I realize the zipper is frozen and it is getting difficult for me to take it off. I struggle for a few seconds until Tim arrives again.

“I got you some pants and socks from Babs and a shirt and clean underwear from Steph. I also have many sweaters you can borrow. They are in the bed and here are some shampoos, conditioners, bath bombs, soaps and essential oils. Let me place some on the tub, Alfred said they can help you not get sick and help your body relax and recover as well. Why aren’t you our of your dress?” He rambles as he pours the liquids until he sees my struggling figure.

“It’s stuck and ruined” I say still, struggling.

“Let me help you, angel” he says softly. I turn around and feel his warm fingers on my shoulders. He ties my hair up and behind to tug the zipper down as careful as he can. Once it’s open, he turns around and lets me take the rest of my clothes off. I sink in the tub and almost moan out of relief. The warmth starting to seep into my bones.

“You can turn around, Timmy” I say laughing softly at his stiff and awkward posture, “the bubbles cover me quite well”

He turns around slowly and sits on top of the toilet. I can see his face red with embarrassment and muffle a giggle with my hand. He looks positively adorable. His eyes take in my face with soft adoration.

“What happened, angel?” He asks softly. I let out a sigh and sink completely into the bath. Thankfully the tub is big enough to still cover me completely. When I come back up, I see Tim rolling his sleeve and pouring shampoo in his hands. He pulls a stool to get sit closer to me in the bathroom and softly whispers “come here”

I get closer, changing positions and giving him my back. As he begins to wash my hair with utter care and devotion I begin to tell him everything that happened. He makes sure to listen to every single one of my woes and hums in response as he works the tangles out of my hair and massages my scalp. He rinses and gets the conditioner and I continue my rant. Somewhere along the line, I begin to cry, exhausted by both the emotions of the day and the horrible walk here. He rinses again and begins to pour soap into his hands. He whispers softly, “may I?” And I nod as he begins to massage my neck and shoulders. I finish my account and just numbly state at the wall.

“Well, you are safe now, safe and warm. We have an amazing feast going on, Alfred’s treat if you are hungry. They just started the movie marathon and soon we will be playing a bunch of board games, so there’s that. Alfred said you are lucky to have gotten here so fast cause the storm got stronger and we are most probably snowed in, which you don’t have to worry about because we have a lot of guest bedrooms. You are alright okay” he speaks rinsing the soap out of his hand, “and I’ll stay here as long as you need me here.” He gives me a soft kiss on the head.

We stayed there for a while until I decided to get out finally feeling warm enough and relaxed. He hands me a towel and leads me to his room where he turns around and let’s me chance into everything. I ask him for a sweater and he searches for one and and tells me to guard it because it is his favorite as he winks. That gets a laugh out of me. Finally we head downstairs where Steph bolts and gives me a hug, “girl! Next time call Tim! Don’t walk around in the snow alone!!” She says making me smile sheepishly. Everyone speaks in agreement. The Wayne’s hold a very special place in my heart and their worry for me just secures that place even more.

“So, Tim said movies and game night, Jason, Damian, ready to get your asses beat by me again?” I ask smiling and Jason looks insulted whilst Damian scoffs half heartedly and responds, “you wish!” As the rest holler.

We spend the rest of the night watching Christmas movies and playing board games and I laugh so hard the evening I almost forget the events prior to this evening. Once we all retire, Tim starts walking me to one of the guest rooms. I hesitate before going in…I really don’t want to spend the night alone knowing that I have probably been casted as an outsider by my father and shunned from the family. It must have been visible in my face because Tim puts his hand out and says, “you can spend the night in my room, I don’t mind”

I take his hand and he leads me back to his room where an extra toothbrush is set. We wash our teeth and both get under the covers, each on one side of the bed. I try to get some sleep but the shudder from the cold returns. I try to contain it as much as possible so that I don’t wake Tim. Suddenly I feel a hand get a hold of my waist and pull me towards a body.

“You’re freezing, come here” he says and i whisper a small thanks.

“It’s a surprise you are going to bed, Timmy” I say and he must have understood the implications of my statement cause he answers, “Crime usually lowers these days because of the holidays and the excessive cold so we don’t usually patrol around this time as much. Bruce might go out and sometimes one of us if we want but it is rarely the case so this is the one time a year we get to lay back and relax.” I feel him murmur into the crook of my neck. He wraps his arms around me and cuddles closer to me, “plus, I always sleep better when you are around so why would I waste a chance like that” he says and I feel my face warm up. I take one of his hands and bring it to my lips giving it a soft kiss and say, “thank you for everything, Timmy.” In return, he squeezes me harder and says, “Merry Christmas, angel”.

And we both fall asleep into a blissful slumber.

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MY LITTLE FRIEND 1/3

Summary: Elvis is your daddy’s best friend. He’s been around your family since you were a little girl and you practically grew up together never minding the age gap between you two. He starts to feel something for you. Is he ready to let his feeling go and ruin a long-life friendship?

Warnings: +18, touching, age gap (f 20/m 33), smoking, masturbation (m), non-consensual sex attempt, fingering

Word count: 2177

It was a lovely afternoon and you and your daddy were relaxing at home. You lived most of your life with him, because your mother was always traveling for her job. Suddenly the phone rang. Your father took the call, then he came to your room.

“Y/n, I have to go out for a while. Elvis called me, he needs my help.”

You knew Elvis since you were a child as he was always around your family and he had lately become your father’s best friend, even if he was younger than him. You liked him, but sometimes you find him too effusive. You kissed your daddy as he left and you got back in your room to your reading. After a while, someone knocked on the front door. You got downstairs and when you opened you couldn't believe your eyes. Elvis was right there, in front of you. Beautiful as ever. He wore a white shirt, black pants and boots and his skin was tanned. In his hand he was holding a long, thin cigar.

You blushed a little as you saw him: “Elvis, what are you doing here? I thought you were with daddy.”

He smiled sweetly. “Hi y/n! In fact I was, but I figured I'd pop by to see ya too. Ya alright?” he asked.

“I'm fine. And you look…wonderful.”

“Why, thank ya!” Elvis smiles as he looks at you from head to toes. You started to get nervous and stood by the door, preventing him to get inside. He coughed a little and looked at you in a funny way: “Man, I’m sweating like a horse…could ya get me a glass of water?”

You looked at him with a bit of suspicion as he was clearly lying. He was just looking for an excuse to get inside: “I won’t bite ya!” he said with a mischievous smile. You decided to let him in. As he entered the house, you found your way to the kitchen to get his water. He followed you, staring constantly at your every movement. You handed the water and he drank.

“Thanks hun!” he said pinching your cheek. He turned back to the living room, heading for the door, but instead of going out, he stopped and he sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and you felt the heat of his stare. “I just wanted to make sure my li'l angel was okay. I do worry about ya being here all by yourself.” He takes a long drag of his cigar and continues to take his time.

“Can you stop smoking inside the house, please?” you asked annoyed.

“Sorry y/n.”. He put the cigar away. “I told your daddy I'd keep an eye on ya for him. But now that I’m here, I got some pretty naughty plans about ya…”

You found him absolutely irritating when he acted that way, so you tried to get out of the house, looking for your daddy, but Elvis stepped between you and the door. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the wall.

“I'm in charge now, sweetie. And let me tell ya, a man has needs, ya know? I don't think your daddy would be too thrilled to find out I took a little piece of his little princess!”

You looked at him mouth-opened. “You…you wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I definitely would y/n, but if you just relax a little, ya just might enjoy it too!”

You struggled to free yourself from his grasp and as he let you go, you took your phone and tried to call for help, but he grabbed it from your hand and threw it against the wall. “Hey!!”

“I told ya to relax. You're making things worse for yourself. Ya see, lil’ one, I don’t wanna hurt ya or do anything bad. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the day and see what happens!?”

You tried to push him back: “Elvis please... you can't do this! You’re my father's best friend...how could you...”

“You know y/n, it’s funny because I was thinking the same thing. Your daddy always trusted me. So don't worry, I won't do anything bad...as long as ya behave, of course. Trust me! Now…go up in your room and get yourself into something more suitable. I'll wait right here on the couch!” he let you go and sat down with his legs spread apart.

“What do you mean?” you asked. He gave you a dirty look: “Ya know, something a little more...revealing.” He put his hand inside his pants and he started to play with his cock.

You looked away in disgust. “I'm not going! And please, try to stay calm because I don't like what you're doing!”

“I don't believe I ever asked if you wanted this or not, y/n. And don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I will stay calm as long as you listen to what I say and get yourself more comfortable.” Elvis smiled as he looked at you, keeping on touching himself and you noticed he was getting excited. Too excited. His hand paced up and worked his cock with more energy.

“Are you serious? “I’m gonna tell my father when he comes back! You'll get in trouble!”

He let out a little laugh and he started to moan: “Honey, it's okay, your daddy will never know a thing. So stop fussing and go get yourself into some clothes that match my mood. And besides, do ya really want to ruin everything? Your daddy's counting on me to be the perfect gentleman with ya, so you better do your part!”

“Elvis why are you doing this??” you asked him with teary eyes.

“Why am I doing this? Oh, y/n, you’re really naive. I've been crazy for ya since I first lay eyes on ya, since ya were little...and ya never even knew it. Remember all the times we went to the swimming pool together? God, your tiny swimming suits killed me every time!”. He rolled his head back on the couch as he kept on touching and his excitement grew.

That sight of him made you shiver. “Ok that’s enough...you've had your fun. Now stop.”

“Y/n, I've only just begun. And if ya don't give in, then I might really start to feel a little bit...dirty. And that's a bad thing. Now, my little angel...” he stopped his hand, he got up from the couch and he came towards you. He grabbed your hand pulling you in his arms and then he pushed you down on the couch. He put his hand over your mouth and held you tight against him: “I've waited too long for this moment to lose it now.”

“Oh my God, Elvis.. please…” you tried to say something, but your words were muffled.

“Y/n, don’t worry, I don't want to hurt ya, really. You're such a sweet, precious girl. But if ya don't stop struggling, something bad could happen. Just relax and let me take care of ya, my little angel.”

“I don’t want to…” you said trying to push him away.

“You have no choice now. So just relax and trust me. I promise I won't hurt you. You'll actually enjoy it.”

He grabbed your face and forced your mouth open with his tongue, his desire for you intensified.

“Y/n, stop struggling. Don't you know that the more ya fight, the more excited I'm getting? Don't put me in a position where I have to teach ya a lesson.”

“A…lesson?” you asked.

“That's right, sweetie. A lesson that's gonna leave ya begging for more. Ya better quit messing around or I'm gonna show ya Elvis’ other side, and ya might not like it at all. Now be a good girl and just relax. It's just me and ya. No one else in the world cares what happens between us. So stop fighting it.”

He took your hand and picked you up from the couch, leading you in your bedroom. “C’mon, let's see what we can find that's comfortable for ya...and amusing for me!” Elvis started to search through your clothes.

“What are you doing?” you asked in shock.

He gave you a sweet smile. “Oh, just looking for something that matches my mood and the situation and...” Elvis picked up a very short and revealing dress. “…well hello! I think we've got ourselves a winner. That’s exactly what I was looking for. Put this on for me, will ya!?” he asked putting the dress on your bed.

“What? Are you crazy? No way!” You threw the dress back on his face.

“Oh, I see…so ya wanna play hard to get. Well, alright then, but do understand something, lil’ one: if ya refuse to give me what I want, I'll have to take it the hard way!”

Elvis grabbed you and pulled you close as he started to kiss your neck.

“Oh my God…” you gasped under his strong grasp.

“That's it, my angel, just let it happen. Why don't ya just enjoy the moment and let me show ya a good time, huh?”

He pushed you against the wall and kept kissing your neck: “Y/n...little angel...I know what ya want. And I know what I want too. So let's give each other what we want and get this thing over. Don't make this difficult, little one. Let me take care of ya. Let me love ya.”

He kept pushing you against the wall and started to unbutton your blouse. “Relax now, don't make me hurt you, ‘cause I really don't wanna do it! No more fighting. Just be a good girl for me and let yourself go.”

He kissed you again and felt your slight resistance turning into surrender as he felt your body respond to his touch. A light moaning escaped from your mouth as you felt your pussy trembling.

“Good girl. You're learning quickly. Are ya enjoying this?” Elvis slid a hand in your panties and gasps: “Oh good Lord, baby, you’re as wet as a sponge down there. Is it because of me?” He kissed you passionately, slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out, then he stopped for a while. “This will be our little secret, okay? But remember: if you ever think about fighting me off, then I’ll make ya regret it. Do ya understand?”

You nodded shocked from what he did. “O-okay!”

“That's my girl. And don't ya worry, y/n, if you behave, I'll make it worth your while.” Elvis whispered something in your ear and pumped you again with his fingers. You couldn’t help but moan louder, as you felt a strong pressure in your body.

You were about to cum on his hand, when the door downstairs opened. Your father was home earlier and he found your broken phone on the floor. He looked around for you worried: “Y/n?! Y/n where are you?”

Your face turned white as a sheet of paper and Elvis quickly put a hand on your mouth. “Don't ya even dare say a thing. Your daddy would be furious if he knew what I was doing to ya. So just be a good girl and everything will be fine, right?” and as he said that he tried to fix his and your clothes.

Your father reached your bedroom and he saw Elvis sitting on your bed, trying to confort you, with a hand into your ruffled hair. “What the hell is going on in here?” he asked. Elvis walked up to him and smiled. “Hi Bob, she was just...I mean, there's been an accident and she broke her phone. I saw she was in shock and I just took her here to check on her until ya got home. I was just checking on her, ya know, to make sure things are alright. She’s such a sweet girl and I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” Elvis smiled at your father and turned towards you. He winked at you to play along.

“I see…” your father didn’t seem too sure about it, but he didn't say nothing more.

Elvis walked to the door. “I was on my way out, anyway. So, y/n, I hope to see you again soon.” As he passed over your dad, he looked back at you with a naughty look that left you trembling and breathless. You felt a sense of relief now that he was gone, because you didn't feel good about what he did. You looked down at yourself in the mirror and saw that you face was a little red from Elvis's kisses and you touched your neck, feeling a little sore where he kissed you. Then you felt something between your legs. You went in the bathroom and you found yourself incredibly wet in your panties. You were shocked. It made your heart beat faster and you felt anxious. It was possible you were enjoying what he was doing to you? You looked down at yourself again, and in that moment you knew a thing for sure: you wanted more.

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#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #60s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis smut #50s elvis #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #smutty fanfiction #fanfic

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When the Dragon Howls (4)

When the Dragon Howls Chapter Four

Characters - Cregan Stark x OC (Maera Velaryon), Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen

Summary - Maera Velaryon feels consumed by the obsessive clutches of her uncles. A wolf from Winterfell could potentially be the one strong enough to confront the dragons.

Word Count - 1,406 words

Warnings - Typical Targaryen relationships

A/N - I am constantly surprised by everyone who continues to like and share this series. This chapter will actually have Cregan in it. I was hoping to put it in the last chapter but ran into technical difficulties due to the post character limit. It seems to be fixed now so most chapters should at least be over 1k words. Enjoy!

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As if in apology for not allowing her wish from the night before to come true, the gods sent Maera a savior in the form of Baela Targaryen.

Maera quickly rises when she sees her cousin/step-sister arrive, hoping to catch her attention. It seems that she is precisely the reason Baela came into the library because her eyes locate Maera immediately. “I have been looking for you. Some of the younger lords are training in the yard this morning, including your brothers. I believe it will be amusing to watch.” Maera smiles, always happy to see Baela, especially at this moment. She stands and takes Baela’s arm in hers immediately, steering both of them out of the library. If Maera was accompanied by someone else, she would not be bothered by either of her uncles. Aegon and Aemond only got obviously close to her when there was no other noble around to catch them. “Jace is your betrothed. Shouldn’t you be a little more supportive of him?” “He is your brother yet you still laugh at his misfortunes. I fail to see how it is any different. Life would be boring if I couldn’t find humor in the actions of my partner.” Maera smiled as Baela voiced one of the exact wishes she had for her own potential husband. None of the men she had met so far seemed to be particularly willing to share a laugh at their expense, especially not her uncles. Baela soon turned serious after they were a safe distance away from the library. “Are you alright? It was very tense when I walked into the library. I would not be surprised if either of them drew a weapon upon the other.” She looks Maera up and down, inspecting her for any potential injuries that would be a result of Aegon or Aemond’s actions. “Father sent me to search when you were unable to be found after breaking our fast. He has been on edge since you came in with Aemond at dinner.” Maera scoffs despite appreciating Baela rescuing her. “Daemon is on edge whenever he has to be around anyone whose blood bleeds green. He should know that I am fine, given that he gifted me a dagger and told me to use it on his nephews. If my mother listened to Daemon, I would be confined to my chambers on Dragonstone until my husband was chosen for me. I believe his current fear is that I end up dishonored and forced into a marriage with Aemond, however, that may only be the excuse he uses to hate those related to Otto Hightower.” Baela laughs. “My father does not need an excuse to hate the man and his family. It comes naturally to him. He does not want you married to your uncle.” “Well that is quite hypocritical of him, isn’t it?” Baela and Maera both giggled at this, allowing themselves to act as young girls do despite the seriousness of the topic at hand.

The two continued to walk arm-in-arm through the Red Keep until they made it to the training grounds. Most of the noblemen there were practicing for the upcoming tournament being held as part of the festivities. This meant that the lords that vie for Maera’s attention would be too occupied with besting each other on the training field to notice her as long as she did not make her presence obvious. Maera would finally be able to breathe. Baela led her to a small archway that opened the main part of the castle to the training yard. They were able to see the whole area and all of its inhabitants for that morning. The clanging of swords and the grunts of fighting men filled the air. Not a particularly proper location for noble women to be seen but children of dragons are hardly ones to adhere to decorum. Maera’s eyes scanned the grounds. None of the lords looked adept at fighting. It is obvious that they had been taught to direct fighters rather than actually join their men on the battlefield. How unfortunate for Maera. Shouldn’t a husband at least appear to have the potential to defend her honor?

The sound of Jace’s laughter drew Maera out of her thoughts. It was easy to spot her brother but it was the man, definitely not a boy, that had her attention remaining on the duo. The unknown man knocked Jace to the ground. Maera’s hands shot out to grip Baela's arm. Anytime Jace or Luke trained at the Red Keep, Aemond and Ser Criston ensured that the fighting was as brutal as possible without the risk of being reprimanded. The girls were able to relax when they saw the man help the prince up. Jace beckoned Luke over from the sidelines to join their training. Maera’s younger brother had been standing near the archway where she and Baela stood under. In this action, the unknown man turned to face Luke as well. “A Stark?” She heard Baela whisper beside her. “How can you tell, Baela?” Maera questioned. “His tunic. It's embroidered with a direwolf.” A Stark. A Wolf of Winterfell. They are one of the few noble houses that Maera has yet to meet a member of. Northerners rarely came to the capital. The last time Maera knew of it happening was when her mother was named as the heir to the Iron Throne but that was long before Maera was born. She watched as the Stark began his duel with Luke. A true fighter. Rough, like she had heard from the gossip about the Northmen before, yet still honorable. He wasn’t using any underhanded tactics against Maera’s brother despite having many openings to do so. The Stark took time to correct Luke’s movements and stance without belittling her brother.

While one of Maera’s brothers was being helped, Baela took the opportunity to tease the other. “Prince Jacaerys! Are you not going to introduce us to your partner? Surely you can’t expect us, as two shining examples of proper young ladies, to introduce ourselves.” Her words ended the session between Luke and the Stark and left Jace blushing and stuttering. The three boys, or rather two boys and a man, made their way to the Maera and Baela. Jace cleared his throat and made the introductions. “Sister. My lady. May I present Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. Lord Cregan. This is my sister, Princess Maera Velaryon, and my betrothed, Lady Baela Targaryen.” Maera watched as Lord Cregan bowed his head to Baela before turning to her. Her breath was caught in her throat as he turned his attention towards her. She continued to hold her breath as he gently kissed her hand. “My lady. It is a true honor to meet you. These southern lords have not exaggerated when naming you The Realm’s Beauty.” Lord Cregan spoke with a rich voice that revealed a thick Northern accent. Maera felt like she could faint. She couldn’t focus on his words when she felt him kiss her hand. It sent a jolt down her spine. And his eyes: a piercing grey that she couldn’t look away from. She was enraptured. How could anyone expect Maera to pay attention to anything when this man was speaking to her, touching her, by the gods even just being near her? A blush spread across her cheeks and Maera found herself becoming far less composed than the moment before Cregan Stark looked at her. It took Baela subtly nudging her to get Maera to return to reality. “Thank you, Lord Stark. It is an honor to meet you. I imagine you have already been properly welcomed but let me personally welcome you to King’s Landing.” Maera hoped that her voice did not sound as flustered as she felt. At that moment, the princess decided that she wanted to know more about this Stark in the hopes that he would prove to be different from the other noblemen she had the unfortunate duty of interacting with. He already made her feel different. It was obvious to her brothers who looked disgruntled that their new training partner was making their sister blush, it was obvious to Baela who had never seen her cousin/step-sister instantly taken by a man, and it was obvious to the inhabitants of the training yard who would cause rumors to quickly spread throughout the Red Keep of the northern lord who made the Velaryon princess blush.

#cregan stark fanfic #cregan stark imagine #cregan x reader #cregan stark #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd oc #hotd fanfic #hotd

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autism-alley · 3 months

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augh found my old post abt pjo and disability from before the show came out but it was on ye olde blog so i’m literally just gonna copy and paste, 3, 2, 1—

ok now that i’ve got it on the brain, i want to talk about disability in pjo and specifically how calling percy jackson dumb or treating him as such is not only a mischaracterization, but ableism. as a quick note, i’m keeping this to just percy to avoid having this already long post be even longer, but there are other disabled characters in pjo worthy of discussion, though i hit many of the same points in this post. i bring up percy specifically because he is mostly the character i have seen people treat as stupid.

percy is a dyslexic teen with ADHD who comes from a low-income family, raised by a single mother, and deals with an abusive step-father. i cannot stress enough how much of his character is shaped by that experience, but as hard as it is to single out any one part, i am going to focus on his ADHD and dyslexia. this kid has nightmares of being forced to take tests in a straightjacket as teachers ask him if he’s stupid and withhold him from recess with his peers. he is constantly labelled as “troubled” and blamed for things he didn’t do or aren’t his fault. he is told, over and over again, even from trusted adults, that he is “not normal” (othering him). he bounces between schools. he struggles to make friends. he deals with bullying. he has difficulty studying and reading, even when invested. teachers struggle to connect with him and tend to just give up on him. these are real disabled experiences, and rick does a good job at presenting them in the pjo books. sometimes, it feels like everything is a struggle. you are living inside a system that not only is restricting, but actively works against and punishes you.

in contrast, CHB is a great example of how when environments meet the needs of disabled people, it hugely changes how disabled we are in that environment. demigod brains are hard-wired for ancient greek, not english, and they’re born impulsive, with high energy levels that help them survive battle—but aren’t very good for a classroom setting. but by having them read books in ancient greek, regularly do lots of training/physical activities, and have genuine opportunities to express themselves...they function pretty damn well. percy discovers that while he struggles academically, he is brilliant in combat and capable of saving the world numerous times—he is a hero. do you know how important that message is for disabled children? disabled adults, too? that we can be heroes?

it is here, in camp half-blood, that percy finds a place he belongs, that shows him his worth—finally, somewhere is built to not only include him, but to nurture and genuinely prepare him for the world outside its boarders. however, i think people forget that just because percy functions in the world of CHB and the gods, that does not mean he doesn’t face ableism in the mortal world—and that there is an entire group of people who see ourselves reflected in his character.

i could talk on for hours about how much being disabled shapes percy’s identity and how he interacts with the world—like how percy’s humor revolves around coping with his environment and actually displays a very low self esteem after being looked down upon his entire life. this kid doesn’t even have to say anything and he screams i had a neurodivergent childhood. but about 5-6 years ago, when i was more regularly tuned into the fandom, every time i saw someone call percy jackson dumb or an idiot, even jokingly, i raised an eyebrow, and now that the series is getting fresh coverage from disney+, i have wanted to make this post. so much of this kid’s life and personality comes from being treated like he’s dumb or incapable, so it’s troubling to watch part of the fanbase reflect the harmful parts of this character’s upbringing. i truly hope it does not become common again. it’s also one thing coming from a neurodivergent/disabled person with similar experiences (and even then i personally find it a little uncomfortable), it’s another to be said by a neurotypical/able bodied person.

percy jackson’s experiences make for very important representation, and for people to characterize him as just a goofy, unintelligent guy is not only an insult to his character as a kid who is intelligent, but previously lacked the environment to show it, but also ableist. so in the dawn of the new tv series era, i ask that we cut that shit out. rick riordan did not create rep for neurodivergent and disabled kids for them to be called stupid by the fanbase. even jokingly.

#anyways yea just had 2 bring this post back #in light of the new show i’d say i don’t think rick has made percy just a goofy airhead but #his and all demigods’ disabilities do feel kind of side lined #and it is disappointing #like. percy’s nightmares of school have made me cry. it breaks my heart especially as a ND kid who had similar nightmares #so yes when i see fans just echo the belief he’s been told all his childhood? infuriating #pjo show crit #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo show #ris raves

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let me tell y'all what pisses me off about the shameless fandom.

people constantly downplay my man lip. “ he's an asshole ”, “ he's way too harsh on fiona ”, “ he dragged fiona down but then got an alcohol addiction ”

like let me sit y'all down in several seats, cause y'all play an emotional hand instead of the logical one when it comes to lip. lip is a LOGICAL thinker, which is why the last thing he's gonna think about is babying a grown ass woman or man when they're in the wrong.

I can admit, lip can be a dick. but when it came to him putting fiona in her place? he was in the right.

“ give her a break she's raised 6 kids since she was 9 ” lip may have been late to the party, but he also stepped up in that matter. did you forget what Ian said? lip was the only one that cared enough to find his toy at the age of fucking seven, SEVEN- walked over 80 miles to and back just to get that damn toy, called the police and everything cause he cared about his brother. fiona is not the only one that took care of them, she was just the oldest and understood more so she was forced to take on the mother role.

secondly, let's not forget fiona almost killed liam. “ it was an accident ” why should a grown ass woman be told to watch HER drugs when a child is in the same house? why would she even have them in the same house as him? she shouldn't have.

and the scene where the food burned really bad to where the house smoked up cause she was drinking. lip was NOT wrong to think of his siblings first. he stepped up, just like fiona had time and time again with her parents. but he's wrong, right? cuase it's his sister and he should fucking feel bad? cry me a river.

as for him getting addicted, he had no choice in the matter. addiction is NOT a choice especially if it runs in family genes, you're more prone to following in their steps because of that. lip and fiona both were put in shitty positions because of their parents and living situation which is why they went down dark paths. In the end though, they both made it out. maybe fiona was after lip, but she STILL got addicted to alcohol like he did and used drugs, yet I see no one inputting that information in anywhere.

lip witnessed his father drink and do drugs; he witnessed his mother do drugs, downfall from bipolar disorder and then up and ditch them like it was nothing. he then watched his sister fall into the same pattern, along with witnessed his younger brother go through the same shit his mother did. do not fault him for living through some traumatic ass shit.

I'm ending it with this statement; before you judge someone, put yourself in their shoes. lip may be a fictional character, but he was very much put as a reflection to a real person that lives through that shit every day.

#shameless #lip gallagher #shameless us

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One of my biggest pet peeves is when people claim that it’s Marcel’s fault that Klaus was missing from Hope’s life. First of all, Klaus deserved everything he got after all the suffering and trauma he put Marcel through. Marcel is a saint compared to Klaus, who has done unspeakable things not only to Marcel but to thousands of others as well. If Marcel had kept Klaus locked up in a sewer until the world ended he would be more than justified.

Secondly, absolutely no one stopped Klaus from picking up his phone and calling his daughter. No one stopped him from sending birthday cards or Christmas gifts to his daughter. In fact, many people encouraged him to talk to Hope, including Hayley, Caroline, and Hope herself. He was the one who decided not to call Hope. He was the one who decided to cut off all contact with his daughter. He was the one who thought that the best course of action was to go no contact with Hope. But while he had no problem practically abandoning Hope (who was only a child at the time), he continued to seek out his brother knowing that being in close proximity to Elijah could hurt Hope.

So many people try to say Klaus wasn’t a bad father by blaming Marcel, Hayley, Hope, and everyone else in the entire show. But the reality is, Klaus was a bad father because of his actions alone.

And even to the every end of his life, he continued to be a bad father. He chose to flirt with Caroline when Hayley (Hope’s mother - practically Hope’s only parent) was missing and was in grave danger. He chose to spend his last remaining days showing Caroline around New Orleans as if he didn’t have a heartbroken, devastated daughter back at home who was grieving the loss of her mom and preparing for the loss of her dad. This man, who willingly chose not to contact his daughter for years, decided to spend his last remaining hours with his one night stand instead of Hope - and people have that audacity to say that it’s Marcel’s fault that Klaus was missing from Hope’s life?

Don’t get me wrong, I love Klaus. He’s a very interesting character. But I hate it when people justify his actions - especially because they will occasionally vilify Marcel to do so. Marcel and Hope deserved a better father. Marcel and Hope simply deserved better.

I'll never understand why people are surprised Klaus was a shitty father.

Loving your kids is the bare minimum and treating them right is like the least thing you can do, yet Klaus already failed miserably step two with Marcel. Klaus never respected Marcel as a person and let alone as his son, I don't care what people think. He liteally brought Marcel to that bridge in season three to remind him of his slavery, mocked his whip wounds, laid his hands on him in season one, and didn't even care to have a special goodbye with him when he was gonna die.

He literally told Hope she was meant to be broken by him, constantly jeopardized her safety when she was a baby, practically ghosted her most of her life, probably told Hope that Elijah didn't save Hayley, purposefully leaving out he was whoring around with Caroline, and was ignoring her the day he was gonna die choosing to spend his last hours with that same woman, and literally left Hope all in her own after losing her mother like the week before because he couldn't live without his brother.

Marcel had every single right to take revenge against the Mikaelson, and so does Hope. Their supposed family never gave any damn about them and yet people blame everyone but Klaus simply because they think Joseph Morgan is hot.

#klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #hope mikaelson #marcel gerard #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #hayley marshall #rebekah mikaelson #joseph morgan

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pre-nrc deuce + goody-two-shoes! reader

note : i needed more deuce spade delinquent au. if u have some thoughts to share abt this au, ask em away!

cw : gn! reader (though might be femme on some ends), established relationship, fighting, delinquent deuce behavior such as : threats (not to u) and violence ++ controlling parents (mostly mom)

deuce spade

Your relationship with him was beyond fulfilling if one were to ask you about it, the way you found comfort in uncertainties with Deuce’s guiding hand– and also leaving a small boring routine of just sleeping, eating, and studying. You adored how he tried to bring you to life and give you something worth the experience.

That’s not to say that everything in your relationship with him was happy and smooth sailing. Sometimes, if not most, your lives constantly clash the wrong way. For instance, Deuce’s life of adrenaline before the prelims for the vast colleges that offered different students contrasts with your virtuous studying and worrying. You vaguely remember the angry words you slipped in as Deuce shouted, clearly angered and hurt.

Another bump was your parents. You’re the goody-two-shoes, the lovely sweet child they raised with high hopes you won’t meddle with your town’s messy parts. Admittedly, they all just wanted the best for their bright child, but it was clear that their fear and detestation extended to Deuce’s reputation. After all, why would they want their most shining star snuffed out by the bad boy who threatened people with his uniquely strong magic and fists?

It does get better, though. Deuce made sure of it. For you and him.

…

“What is with you bothering my child during this crucial exam, Spade?!” Your mother yelled at Deuce for the nth time; he got caught sneaking over the picket fences your family built on an exam night. While you would usually defend Deuce, you frowned and crossed your arms as you saw Deuce peek over.

“No offense, ma’am. But you say that to every exam yer baby takes, can’t I just steal ‘em and… get to spend time with them? It’s been over a week and–” Deuce started, voice clearly hoarse from running and probably yelling when he got caught.

“No, lad. Listen here. My baby is not like you. They’re doing all they can to get into that college, and I’ll be damned if you’re here leeching off them!” That shocked you, broke your heart when you saw Deuce falter, and you immediately huffed and told your mother off– this was far too much even for you. You adored your mother; you held her in high regard with how she withstood the shady town with a stern attitude. You remembered how she played her cool when a robber dug a knife into her old jeans, trying to scare the wits off her– she laughed and gave a penny. She was that strong.

But today, you saw her as a controlling woman. Not that you never saw her gorgeous veneer now, but her attitude with Deuce– the one you spent nearly two years together– made you realize her demeanor was both an asset and a burden.

“Don’t meddle with them, sweetheart. Your mother was more than right. This exam is worth more than that delinquent who beats boys up and gets into some naive girl’s pants.” You froze at his statement, hurt washed over your heart, and you prayed that Deuce didn’t hear that– his already shattered heart would crumble. Deuce was aware of your parent’s distaste for him; he fought tooth and nail to even sit at the dinner table with you.

“He isn’t like that, father! I am aware that all this boiled down to this exam, but you’ve known I studied well enough for the past week! And for the record, Deuce proved himself time and time again that he would never be disloyal or violent to me!”

“Oh, so violence is alright with you? You permit him to beat up some poor lad because, what, he failed to notice his glare?!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth! You know that wasn’t what I–”

Deuce suddenly stepped in, and his bleached locks immediately took over your vision. As hurtful as those words were, Deuce knew that your parent’s anger was justified and had a grain of truth to it. It stung for your lover’s inspiration won’t bother to acknowledge your step toward improvement, but he knew giving up meant giving up those two years with you– and Deuce would instead be buried alive than give you up. He’s yours, and you’re his.

“I know what the rumors said. I know myself better than you. I know me dating (Y/N) is not what you want. My reputation weighs heavy over theirs. But this thing– our thing– is a delicate balance that I so badly want to be stable. Watch me; I’ll change. I swear on my mother’s heart.”

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bonus ! deuce spade nrc era!

Deuce did change. After that night, tears fell, and comforting words were exchanged– a fire lit inside both of you. You remembered the tight hug you gave Deuce when you opted to stay out of the house to ride with Deuce into your secret place. A beautiful large oak tree covered with couples' initials, but yours and Deuce’s were the only thing that mattered.

“Hi, babe.” Deuce awkwardly greeted you. A thing you noticed with him was how reduced to being shyer now in contrast with his confident and laidback demeanor a year ago. You giggled; you wondered where that spunk went. Deuce stared at you lovingly. He was so glad the holidays brought you back to him.

While it was difficult, being in different colleges and vastly different lives, you remained in touch and obviously still in love. The way he kissed you was still the same, and the way he stared at you was the same, but the way he smiled was different. He now smiled with the confidence that he could keep you.

Meeting in the middle, you both intertwined like puzzle pieces. You often wondered how it felt so right to be in the supposed tough-as-rocks Deuce, but maybe because it was the fact that he is Deuce Spade. A soft man turned tough by the pushes of the world around him, a fractured life of kitchen table bills and a competition to be the best in something never made things easier.

Good thing he can now patch up. With or without you, but he preferred it to be with you.

“Hello to you too, Mr. Juice.”

“That Ace!”

You shut his grumbling; a kiss was enough to shut him up. Or two. Maybe three–

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Pairing: The Mikaelsons & Brother!Reader Summary: I can run, but I can't hide from my family line Word Count: 1.409

The worst family award really does go to the Mikaelsons'. Whilst your family lived in New Orleans, you really couldn't leave Mystic Falls, sure, you had to endure Damon Salvatore - but if that was the price you had to pay to stay away from your family, then you take it any day a million times over.

It wasn't that you hated your family, it was a love and hate relationship. You hated how you were constantly bickering, fighting, and attempting to murder each other. But, there were times you had each other's back, even if that means sacrificing yourself for them. They were grateful and ungrateful to be related to each other.

But, for once, you wanted to have a quiet life and not be by their side constantly. You wanted to live a life where you had the freedom to do whatever you wanted without one of your siblings breathing down your neck or the threat of being in a coffin for god knows how long.

The thing is, you know deep down that you never really hated your siblings. Sure, they had their moments, but it wasn't really about them. It was your mother and your father.

So, you weren't expecting to see the whole family at the door in the middle of the night.

"Fuck off."

"Rude," Rebekah said from the back as you attempted to shut the door in their face before Elijah stuck his foot in the door.

"Can't I have a century to myself?" you grumbled as you opened the door for them to settle back into the manor.

You walked away from the door, hoping to get some sleep again as you were about to leave, you looked over your shoulder watching each individual come through the door.

Your niece Hope gives you a small wave as you smile back at her before it dropped to see the last two enter the manor.

"You must be mad."

"Hear us out-"

"I think I rather die," You spat at your brother, Finn, who tried to explain, "You're no better."

"Well, thanks."

Elijah sighed, stepping forward, "(Y/n), please hear us out."

You turned around fully to look at them, looking down from your spot on the stairs. Your arms crossed over your chest as your parents looked at you apprehensively. Your eyebrow raised as you wait for the explanation.

Sure, you hear all the gossip and life-changing things through the phone, but this was a pretty big thing to leave out during the weekly calls. Klaus looks up to you, he couldn't help but smirk to himself a little - he really sees a bit of himself in you.

"Hayley, darling, take Hope to her room," Klaus instructed, "I fear this might get dirty."

Hayley didn't need to be told twice, holding her hand out to her daughter as she pass you by on the stairs, giving you a tight smile before disappearing.

"We're not happy as well," Klaus admitted, as he gives Ester and Mikael a dirty look, "and we wouldn't be here if we didn't need to."

"But?"

"Things got complicated, after we get this sorted, you can live out your peaceful century," Elijah finished off as you didn't look satisfied, you swallowed your pride before casting a glare at your parents.

"I'm not happy about this arrangement, couldn't you leave them in Louisana? Or anywhere but here?"

"Give us a chance," Ester softly spoke as you turn to look at her, she takes a step back from the daggers you were staring at her.

"Why?" You hissed, the venom dripping with the word, "Why should I give you a chance, given our past with you trying to kill me and my siblings, so why now should I give you a chance?"

"We're family," Mikael spoke.

"Family?" You uttered out, surprised as your siblings looked at each other apprehensively, "We might share the same blood, but we're not family."

Your parents watch how your siblings looked anywhere but you, they felt fearful for once. You were never the type to be angry and when you do, usually something really pissed you off. See Elijah was calm and collected one, but easily ticked off, so you and the rest of the Mikaelsons were used to his anger.

Kol and Klaus were often angry, so it was rare for them to feel anything other than anger, so it didn't phase anyone else. Rebekah was known to be driven by her emotions - her anger is usually misplaced but sometimes correct in her judgement. Freya and Finn had hardly been with the family, but they've seen glimpse of their anger in their short time.

But you, you were never the angry type, you leave that to your family. You were the quiet one, someone who lives in the moment, you thought anger was such a pointless emotion. In the thousand years, you have been alive, they have seen your anger about three times.

Every time, you killed more than their century of murders. Your anger is harder to control, and at the end of the day, it was always justified.

"You don't get to waltz in here and dictate that we're family again, no not this time," You step down from your spot, inching closer to your parents.

"You'll always need your parents."

"Then where were you when I needed you most?" You shouted, your red eyes making an appearance briefly before settling back to your (e/c), "I was a kid! You took turns taking your anger on me, I was a kid!"

"You needed discipline," Mikael tried to justify.

"I needed love and care, not some scowling and hits! I was the one to be punished for my siblings' mistakes, you tell me as I was growing up that I was the other kid to be brought into this family to keep it from falling apart. I'm not expecting to be worshipped, but be coddle and held by my own parents."

"Brother," Kol murmured, hoping to bring you down from such a height of anger.

"Shut it!" You pointed at Kol, who merely lowers his head, "They need to hear this."

"Undoubtedly," Klaus whispered, though everyone heard.

"All that I did to try to undo it, make this family a whole, all of my pain and all your excuses was my whole existence, I was a burden to the family in your eyes. I was a kid but I wasn't clueless, and one thing I know someone who loves you wouldn't do this."

There was silence, your throat felt rough, and there were tears in your eyes as you wipe them away furiously - not wanting to look weak in anyone's eyes. You sniffled before standing straight to give them one last look, before turning to your siblings.

"I don't care what you guys are planning to do, but get them out of my face, out of town, whatever you need to do. And if I were to find that they are still here, I will kill them whether or not you need them in your plan."

"(Y/n)," Elijah injected as you looked at him with a disapproving look to him.

"I might be younger than you, Elijah, but do not think I will not stick to my word," You threatened as he nodded mutely, hating himself that he becomes submissive in your space of anger.

The Mikaelsons all looked pathetic, you were the youngest out of all of them, and yet, all of them were afraid to even breathe in your direction. Hell, Klaus feels stupid, he's the devil in his own eyes so why is he threatened by his own blood?

They mutely looked at each other, refusing to look in their parent's direction, afraid to be accused of helping them in your eyes. They didn't know what to do in this situation, as all the siblings have a say in this shared manor, you seem to be adamant about not sharing your living space and they did not want to break your trust.

They care more about your feelings than the people who were supposed to raise them.

"Give us some time, (Y/n)," Rebekah bargained, your eyes softening to her, before sighing.

"Why should I? I'm not giving them a chance as they did with me. They wanted to raise someone who is merciless. Fine, that's what they get."

"But-"

"After all, I'm born as a Mikaelson for a reason."

#mikaelson family x reader #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #x male reader #platonic

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 months

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 39/?)

[<<First],,,,[<Prev],[Next>] [ODD Masterlist]

Word count: 1381

Rating: Teen

Pairings: familial Losleep, past Logan/ofc, minor Karrot Kings & Anxceit

Warnings: dysfunctional family dynamics, past character death, I may have killed the therapist but we’re still managing to work through some feelings, google translate Spanish

~~~START~~~

A lot was happening in a very small amount of time and Remy suspected another move was in her future. Virgil’s dads — who were really nice — had been moved into the building and were now living in Janus’s spare room; Patton's room was still technically Roman’s spare room, but he’d been sleeping downstairs with his grandpas for the past few days. It would make more sense for them to have their own floor, besides Remy had been living in Roman’s room on Roman’s floor essentially all by herself ever since Virgil left.

Not that this really counted as living by herself, Barbra — who she wasn’t comfortable calling grandma just yet — or the twins, or Virgil’s dads were constantly popping in to check on her. Janus hadn’t been around much, and Remy knew they were up to something, but no one would tell her what it was.

She hadn’t seen Logan since the day after Virgil left, and she was perfectly content to go on not seeing him.

But all good things — not that this was very good, it was neutral at best — must come to an end, and when Remy heard at knock at the door, she found that it had been Logan.

“Remy,” Logan inclined his head, making no move to try to step past her into the apartment.

“Logan.” Maybe she was imagining it, but she thought he winced at the use of his name.

“You can’t hate me forever,” Logan stated, a faint undercurrent of anger coloring his voice.

“Wanna bet?” Remy arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She had plenty of experience arguing with would-be father figures from arguing with Mike, Logan had no idea what he was in for.

“I did not kill you–”

“You think that’s what I’m mad about?” Remy demanded, cutting him off vehemently.

Logan frowned, attempting to push his glasses further up his nose despite the fact that they had not slipped down even a millimeter.

“I do not see any other reason for your hostility towards me.”

“Estúpido!” Remy hissed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Completo idiota! Lo siguiente que me vas a decir es que no sabes de dónde vienen los bebés! Eres un genio, te apuesto–”

“El príncipe es estupido!” Logan interjected suddenly, completely derailing Remy’s train of thought as she struggled to figure out what that meant.

“What?”

Logan’s gaze locked on the door hinges as he actually looked embarrassed for the first time since Remy had met him.

“I–” he started, cutting himself off and starting again. “I am ashamed to admit that spoken languages have never been my strong suit, and even when I was living with your mother I never reached a level of fluency required to understand native speakers when they truly got going.”

“…so you told me that the prince is stupid?” Remy asked. Surely there was something she was missing that would make this whole interaction make sense, she just couldn’t see what it was.

“Yes,” Logan agreed and refused to elaborate further.

The two of them stood in awkward silence for a moment before Remy decided to bite the bullet.

“So what happened?” She asked. “Between you and mom, I mean.”

“Your mother, as you likely know, does not like superpowers,” Logan started slowly.

Remy nodded, her mom had never said as much — not to her anyway — but over the years she’d gotten the sense that Remy’s powers stressed her mom out quite a bit. The manner of Remy’s death probably hurt her almost as much as her actual death.

“I was well aware of that while I was dating her, but as I had no intentions of becoming either a hero or a villain, I thought… perhaps I could be an exception.” Logan was clearly deeply uncomfortable with this conversation by the way he was twitching and shifting, but he continued. “I did not tell her that I had powers. One day, a month before your third birthday, she found me using my technokinesis in my workshop. She decided to leave and take you with her.”

“And what?” Remy demanded. “You just let her go? You didn’t want me?”

“Of course I wanted you!” Logan snapped. “But your mother wanted nothing to do with me! She threatened to turn me in to the authorities should I ever try to contact her or you again.”

“For having powers?” Remy asked. “That’s not a crime.”

“For selling my technology to supervillains.”

“Oh.”

All the fight drained out of Remy then, she was still angry, but she couldn’t exactly be upset at Logan for leaving if her mom had been the one to leave him.

“Technokinesis sounds cool,” She said eventually, grimacing at the way Logan lit up at the clear opening.

“Thank you. Successful inventions do require a knowledge base to build off of, but just allowing the technology to control itself does allow for some interesting experimentation. If you don’t mind me saying, I have noticed that you’ve added some interesting technology of your own to your repertoire.”

Remy shifted in embarrassment. “Yeah well… I just reverse engineered some shit I stole off of Gemini, which… were yours, weren’t they?”

“It was indeed my ‘shit’ that you got from Roman and Remus,” Logan preened. “I have been very impressed with your engineering talents; your ability to recreate and improve upon unfamiliar technology is astounding!”

“Uh, thanks,” Remy mumbled, not quite used to this level of excitement or encouragement from a parental figure. “Is that what you wanted to talk about? My ‘engineering talents’?”

“Ah, no,” Logan shifted from excited to almost embarrassed quickly. “I– I am aware that you are uncomfortable in my presence as I am your absentee father, as it were, and a supervillain, but I would like you to move in with me. On the top floor.”

Remy narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

“For many reasons,” Logan replied, slipping into teacher-mode. “For one, you are a minor, and living by yourself would supply you with undue amounts of stress–”

“I’m seventeen,” Remy objected. “And I’m hardly living by myself.”

“For another thing,” Logan continued, heedlessly. “Janus has informed me that living with their pseudo in-laws is ‘incredibly awkward’, and moving the Flores-Sanderses and Patton to their own floor would benefit everyone involved immensely. And finally, I cannot live with my mother anymore, she is driving me up the wall, so to speak.”

“Babs?” Remy asked. “What’s wrong with Babs?”

Logan’s eyebrows twitched every time Remy called his mom “Babs”, but he declined to comment on the use of the nickname. “As I’m sure you are aware by now, my mother is clairvoyant. I do not appreciate my every thought being taken as an invitation to have a conversation. I love my mother very much, but living with her is an exhausting exercise in control.”

Remy couldn’t help the way her lips twitched into a smirk.

“It is not funny!” Logan snapped. “I am a grown man, I do not need my mother weighing in on my dietary decisions!”

“That’s rough, buddy,” Remy deadpanned.

“Do not think I don’t recognize an Avatar quote when I hear one, my brother was quite a fan of cartoons and he was very insistent that I watch that particular one with him. He said I was very much like Sokka and was adamant that there were many important lessons to be learned from the program.”

“He sounds smart,” Remy commented, well aware that the twins claimed Logan was reluctant to talk about Emile Picani.

“He was very smart,” Logan agreed with a far off look in his eyes. “His methods were unconventional, but effective nonetheless. He would have been an exceptional therapist, or anything else he set his mind to.”

Remy shifted uncomfortably, she knew what was coming, but she still couldn’t quite believe it when the words slipped past her lips. “I’ll move in with you.”

“…really?” Logan asked incredulously. “You do not need to decide right away.”

“No I– I’m sure. After all, someone needs to save you from living with your mom well into your seventies.”

“I am not in my seventies,” Logan frowned.

“Not yet,” Remy teased, relishing the way Logan’s frown deepened.

He wasn’t ‘dad’, not yet, but so far, he was a vast improvement on Mike.

~~~END~~~

It’s been three months since the last time I posted a chapter 😅 I had a two-ish month writing slump that I’ve finally managed to work through, plus

It’s the TWO YEAR anniversary of ODD!!!

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14 @lunatatic

#ts sanders sides #sanders sides #logan sanders #remy sanders #on death’s doorstep #superhero au #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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justonemorechapternicercy · 1 year

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Merry Christmas, sweetie! Love you, @unbeknownstunknown

"Nonna's going to love you," Nico promised for what seemed like a hundred times.

"Sure," Percy nodded, not at all convinced. "Because I have such a great track record with being loved by your family members."

"You know you and Poseidon are also included in my family, right?" Nico asked lightly.

Percy deadpanned, not amused for the slightest.

"The di Angelos are awesome. They took me in when they realized I was family, they didn't mind when I told them I was a demigod as some of them are clear sighted, and they helped me deal with my trauma. They are loving and open-hearted. They will love you, if not for anything else, because I love you, but I know they will find you adorable."

For a moment, they walked in silence, before Percy sighed. "I'm just scared. It's one thing to be disliked by your father, who has more than one reason to hate me besides me being your boyfriend. But it's completely different to be disliked by people who have no preconceptions about me. What if even without the underlying issue of me being the son of my father, and constantly being disrespectful towards gods, I'm still not good enough for you?"

Nico stopped, staring at the loveliest person alive. He always knew Percy had self-esteem issues, but he didn't think-

"Percy, you are the love of my life. And I don't say that lightly. I've been in love with you ever since I first met you, and believe me, I know all about your worst qualities. I love you with those, not in spite of them. I look at you, and I see us getting old together. Nothing can make me change my mind. Not even my family."

Taking Percy's hand into his, he pressed a kiss on each knuckles. His boyfriend blushed, a small smile adorning his face.

"I love you too. Okay, let's go now. We don't want to be late!"

Nico continued holding Percy's hand as they walked up the porch of the di Angelo home. Previously, they lived in a dangerous neighborhood, in a small apartment, but Hades, in a weird show of honor (?), fatherly love (?), guilt (?), or something else, decided to pay for a new home for them in the suburbs. The fight between the Lord of the Underworld, and nonna di Angelo would be recounted by generations of di Angelos.

The door burst open before they even had a chance to knock and Nico was nearly knocked over as he was suddenly enveloped in a hug, curly white-gray hair just brushing against his cheeks.

"Niccolò! Bambino, mi sei mancato!" The woman said, and Percy was floored.

That voice… that rapid fire Italian… that petite, yet strong woman…

"Ciao, nonna," Nico replied, visibly melting into the hug. And if the grandmother was the person Percy thought it was, he wasn't surprised. Luisa San Lorenzo - nee di Angelo??? - gave the best hugs in the world. And that's saying a lot when one was the son of Sally Jackson.

The small woman stepped back to critically look over the young man, black eyes so similar to Nico's. Percy felt so foolish.

"I'm doing okay, nonna, don't worry. I took care of myself," Nico said, raising his hands to defend himself.

"You are still way too skinny. Will have to feed you," grumbled the woman, and as she took a breath to start another tirade, she noticed Percy standing awkwardly behind her 'grandson'.

Her eyes widened, a little gasp escaping from her mouth.

"Ciao, nonna," Percy repeated Nico's earlier words with a shy smile, looking down at his shoes, feeling like the young little boy he was at the last time he spoke those words.

"P-Percy… my boy," she breathed.

"Wait. You two know each other?" Nico asked in confusion, but the two of them ignored him.

"Come here, my boy!" She opened her arms, and Percy almost threw himself into her hug that he misses so much. "I was so worried when your mother got kidnapped and you went missing. That disgustoso maiale just kept inviting over reporters and bimbos, not caring about you at all, and then suddenly you two got home, and he disappeared, and you disappeared…" her Italian accent became stronger and stronger the longer she talked, and it was almost too fast to follow her.

"I missed you too, nonna Luisa," he confessed. She got quiet and her hug became almost crushing. "We got better. We moved out. My mom became a writer, she has a much better husband now, and I have an adorable little sister. I'll have to introduce you to Estelle. The next time-" Percy stopped. Was he being too presumptuous?

"The next time you two visit us, bring her. And that mother of yours. I might not agree with her about some things, but you grew up into a lovely young man, so I can't stay angry at her forever, can I?"

The relief Percy felt at her words brought tears in his eyes. He quickly blinked them away, but the feeling remained. He loved her so much.

"How are you? And Gianna? The little ones?"

"Oh!" Luisa blinked. "Come in! I'm a terrible host. Sul serio, Luisa, dimenticandoti così…"

"Percy?" Nico asked again as they walked inside, following the whirlwind of a woman.

"You remember when I told you about the family I spent time with when my mom was working and Smelly Gabe was… one of his moods?"

Nico nodded, then the realization drowned on him. "They were-?"

"Yes."

"Oh wow!"

"Whoo!" A girl yelled, and before they could realize what was happening, she threw herself at Nico.

"Wha-?" He asked, staggering backwards a few steps, suddenly finding himself with an armful of brunette teenager.

"You visited us such a long time ago!" She pouted, and opened her mouth to say something else, when she notices Percy.

"B-big brother?" She stammered.

"How's my little Star?" He asked, opening his arms. She jumped off of Nico just to throw herself into Percy's waiting arms.

"Percy! It is you!" She exclaimed excitedly. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Stella. Now, come, let's sit down and then you can tell me everything about what happened to you."

"Nico!" A door slammed, and little feet slapped on the wood.

"That would be Elli," Stella said. "They are my cousin, and they adore Nico."

A little kid around six years tan towards Nico.

"Il mio Sole," Nico shouted, lifting then up to make them fly.

Percy ached.

"Ugh," Stella mimed to be sick. "You are disgusting," she drawled as her eyes jumped from Percy to Nico and back. "It's kinda cute, but don't tell anybody I said that."

"I just… he is just so good with kids," Percy sighed like a besotted fool, as Nico listened to the little kid's tale on how they lost their teeth.

"Who are you?" Came the suspicious voice from Elli.

Nico smiled, turning them around to introduce them each other. "He is Percy, my boyfriend."

"You like Nico?" They asked, studying Percy who felt like he was under the microscope. It was a weird feeling to be intimidated by a little kid, but these di Angelos all had the ability to turn his life upside down.

"I do," Percy said seriously.

They narrowed their eyes. "We'll see," they said, the finished telling their story.

Stella laughed at Percy's face, and even Nico smiled mischievously.

As the night went on, they all became more and more comfortable, swapping stories and having a good time. They met with new and old friends, played boardgames, joked around and felt like a family. Elli still tried to intimidate him, but it was more adorable than scary, so Percy wasn't that worried. Nonna, on the other hand… she was a force to be reckoned with. When she realized Percy was a demigod too, and that even after all these years, the gods still depended on them, she became scarier than anything they faced before. It was a nice thought that she was angry for them, not at them.

"Visit us more, okay? Don't be strangers!" Luisa said when it was time to part.

"We will," Nico promised, and they left with a smile on their faces.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #percico #pjo #pjo fic

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Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Hyung Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS hyung line x f!reader, namjoon x lawyer!oc, seokjin x professor!oc, yoongi x chef!oc, hoseok x fashion designer!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 4k (1k each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan's life where they're all living next to each other in a privately owned township that's just outside Seoul, it's close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they've become global legends after the end of their most successful reunion, comeback & tour of 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo & group endevours, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they're nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase.

A/N: Here's me celebrating JK's BB All Kill, we did so good Army! Fandom hug & here's a gift for all of us 🌊🌙⭐️

Kim Namjoon x Im Mae-Hwa 🌸

Unlike most couples, Namjoon and his wife had the baby talk even before they were married, or rather on the day that they ended up becoming engaged to each other. It went all the way back to that day when she’d told him that they needed to “talk” just as things were getting serious and he worried that he’d lost her even before things had become official. Here, he sat with a ring in his pocket while she looked so pale and serious, with her feet rocking constantly under the table, that he was certain she was going to break up with him. He thought that the fame had caught up, the curse of it all was finally going to end up with him losing yet another of his simple joys. Another loss for Kim Namjoon even as RM of BTS peaked. He wanted to speak, to make a last ditch effort to salvage this, to do whatever it took to convince her to change her mind but she wouldn’t allow it, she put a finger on his lips, “Please, don’t. You’re far too much of a smooth talker and I’ll fall for your charm all over again and lose my will to do this. I need to, I have to do this. You don’t understand…” Even as he struggled to fight the words at the tip of his tongue, something in her gaze told him to swallow his pride and listen. Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked at him and said, “I have been hiding something from you. I never wanted to, I wanted to tell you right away but it was never the right moment. It was too soon, then things were going so well that got swept away in the romance of it all and now it’s too late to fix it, but I have to come clean. I know you brought me here to propose to me, I heard you talking to the waiter as I stepped out of the washroom, but don’t. We can’t do this, not until you know what you’re signing up for. Icanthavekidsican’tbeamom.” She said without a single breath between the words, knowing that it was the only way to get them out without them dying in her throat. “I know you want kids, I do too. And I know your parents want them too, I know you’re old enough and you want to settle down more than ever. But… now you see why we can’t? You’d make a great father and I’d want nothing more but to raise children with you, I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. You want a house full of kids, I’m not even sure I can give you one. So I’d understand if you change your mind, you haven’t even given the ring yet. It’s not too late, think it through.” But to her utter shock, he sighed and smiled like she hadn’t just given him the most devastating news of his life. He reached out to squeeze her hand as he got out of his chair and went down on one knee, pulling the ring out as he said, “It doesn’t matter. I love you. I want to marry you. If there’s anyone I want as my life partner, my best friend, my companion, it’s you. Mother of my children or not, that’s just one of the many roles. We could adopt, try IVF or surrogacy, or we could just not have kids altogether. I’m okay with whatever we decide, just as long as I get to decide with you beside me. That’s my only deal breaker, not this. Never this. So will you, do me the honor of being my wife and grow old with me by your side?” And as tears of joy and relief streamed down her face, she nodded her head off as he slipped the ring on. And on the day they signed their marriage certificate, they also decided to file their paper work for adoption, knowing that it would take it’s own sweet time to come but they were ready. They had a head start to baby planning, afterall. And he’d never given up on the hope that she would be his baby momma. 🌸

Kim Seokjin x Choi Yun-Hee 💐

Jin was on video call from set, as he rejuvenated himself from a busy day at work by watching his sister in law and you play with his nephew & nieces. As the phone got passed around the house like a hot potato with everyone wanting to talk to him, the one person he wanted to speak to the most was busy with the youngest addition to the family. She was putting the littlest one to bed, rocking his cradle with her eyes trained on the rosy cheeked infant and even as Ahreum passed the phone to her, before he could say a word, she shushed him. “Yaaaah! He’s sleeping. Keep it an octave lower.” The same person who had fallen in love with him for his high triple notes and silver voice was now telling him to be quiet. He found it hilariously ironic but followed her lead. How could he not? She had him wrapped around his tiny little pinky, even though it had been 3 years since they had gotten married and way past their supposed honeymoon phase. “Jagi, I know he has my genes and he’s cute and all, but you do remember, I’m world wide handsome right? I have to be back in 2 minutes, spare me a second, wont’ you?” He exclaimed and her cheeks matched the colors of her blush as she turned to him sheepishly and said, “Hi, Jinnie. You’ll always be my number one, you know that! How’s your day going, love? Have you been hydrating? Please take care, it’s been a long day. You look exhausted, when will you be back? What do you think will help you relax? I’ll keep myself free when you return, we’ll do whatever you want.” She bombarded him with questions as he cut her off and retorted, “Whatever I want? Do you promise? Then let’s make a baby tonight.” “Yes, sure.” She replied without even registering what he asked. Until it sank in a moment later. “Wait what?” She asked with a “o” framing her face as he grinned till his ears turned red and replied, “I know we we both wanted to focus on our careers and take things slow so we could enjoy each other’s company but don’t you think it’s time, jagi? Seeing you with him? I don’t think I can wait any longer. And I think hyung and noona are done having kids, if we start now, they’ll be able to grow up together. Won’t that be wonderful?” “You know I always wished I had a sibling, like you and your brother, I think you’re right. The baby fever is at an all time high and usually, I used to hold myself back because it wasn’t the right time, the right place, the right finances, always something or the other. But the way in which my body is reacting to this little bundle of joy, I think it’s time. This a sign, let’s do it.” She affirmed with a nod and he flashed her one of his trademark kisses and ended the call, fervently anticipating what was to come. 💐

Min Yoongi x Kang Deu-Lae 🌼

Min Yoongi & his wife were the kind of couple to plan everything down to the dot. They had a timeline for everything, from first kiss to living in, to getting married & down to the time when they'd start trying for kids. 2 years into their marriage, they'd promised each other. And as expected, as the date drew near, they had already mapped out the changes that were to be made accordingly- work schedules to be cleared, his wife had to stop consuming alcohol, he had to eat healthier & exercise, they wanted the best chance at conceiving. Yoongi carried a bottle of wine, the last one he knew his wife would have before they started officially trying. And she'd called him over to have a meal of his favorites at her restaurant, knowing that his diet would change too. This was a night to let go & mark the end of their honeymoon phase & enter the new era of their married life. As he got near the restaurant with a spring in his step, excited to get some quality time with his wife after a long day at work for both of them, he was surprised to see the number of light's on & cars parked outside. She'd called you after working hours & usually, you both would have the place to yourself but it seemed as if the staff hadn't left yet. To his utter shock, when he opened the door, what he didn't expect to see was you being paraded around the restaurant while the staff lifted you up on their shoulders as you made everyone around drink from a popped bottle of champagne. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits & celebrating that they didn't even realize you had entered.

It was only when his wife made eye contact with him that she quickly instructed her staff to put her down on the ground & dismissed everyone, they scampered away not wanting to bear the brunt of their head chef. They knew that the same jolly person celebrating with them was also capable of being a strict boss in a split second if needed. Yoongi loved that about her, knowing that while you were one of the most kind hearted & positive people in real life, when at work- you took on an alter ego that went hard & didn't compromise in the slightest. It helped him realize that there were others who'd understand the duality he himself faced both as Yoongi, BTS' Suga & Agust D. Although he loved her, that would never change but in this moment- all he could feel was anger & a sense of betrayal. He had no intentions of being the first one to make a move, seeing as she was the one who had ruined their night, not only had she decided to include others in what should've been their night alone, but moreover she had celebrated even without feeling the need to have him there. It was more like she had forgotten all about him, maybe this date wasn't as important as he'd assumed, perhaps she had changed her mind about wanting to start a family with him. He knew that her career was important to her, as was his to him. But if he could drop everything as per their planning & their timeline, couldn't she? It was something they had both agreed to before their marriage, so wasn't he only being fair in asking for that same effort to be reciprocated? As the room emptied out, with just the both of them left gazing at each other from a distance, she felt her legs go weak. They felt like jelly, she wasn't sure whether if it was the fact that she was been lifted around & now the floor didn't feel stable anymore or if it was the alcohol that was messing with her balance or just the way Yoongi was staring at her which caused her lose her mind, but she tripped over her own feet & stumbled forward. Yoongi rushed ahead out of instinct as he grabbed her before she hit the ground, lifting her up & making her sit on a chair. She was drunk, that was so unlike her that he felt another flare of anger but he swept it aside, knowing that she needed him right now & this would be better dealt with at a time when she was sober.

"Here, drink this. You'll feel better. Have you eaten yet?" He gave her a glass of water & noticed her stomach rumbling. He knew only too well how ironic but common it was for chef's to be the ones to be surrounded by food but constantly neglecting their own hunger pangs. He knew how often you worked full shifts without managing to eat yourself, sustaining a kitchen at one of the most popular restaurants in Itaewon wasn't an easy job, after all. He sighed & entered the kitchen himself, looking for food that he could give her, even though he hadn't eaten dinner either. He grabbed a pack of bread sticks with butter & gave them to her, intending to go back to the kitchen & cook them a meal. But her hand caught his wrist, holding him back from going back in, as she whispered,"Yoongs, please don't go. I'm sorry... I can explain." "Y/N, let me go... I need to get some food in you. Some real food! Let me cook us some pasta quickly, & then I'll be back. I'm not going anywhere." "You're mad at me, I can tell. You called me by my name, you only do that when you're upset with me. I'll cook you a meal, I'll make this up to you." She exclaimed as she got up from her chair & felt dizzy a minute later, seeing stars before her eyes as she tried to make it to the kitchen. Yoongi shook his head & took matters into his own hands, quite literally- as he lifted her up in his arms, even as she protested & took her to the kitchen, placing her on the counter top. "Okay? Now you can see that I'm not leaving you? I'm right here, I'm going to cook while you sit there quietly, alright? Please, baby?" He included the last bit for emphasis, knowing that she wouldn't be reassured without it otherwise. As he handed over the bowl of pasta to her, she gave him the first bite & he took it begrudgingly when she added, "You must be hungry too, you always say we shouldn't take our anger out on our food, so please eat with me?" When they'd finished eating, both of them feeling an improvement in their moods with their bellies full, she decided to break the silence by getting straight to the point, knowing that he wouldn't have any patience for her stories. "We know from unofficial sources that we're getting a Michelin star! I know what today means & I had all the plans to focus on that, on us but... you know how huge this is? I just got swept away in..." "Wait.. what? You're now a Michelin star chef? OMG, I'm so proud of you, love." He said immediately, cutting her cut off & catching her off guard. "You are?" She asked, as she pinched herself on the arm, checking if this was a dream or not. He let out a whoop of excitement & did a little dance around the kitchen, as if to show his happiness. "Baby, I know we had plans & yes, I was a little bit agitated but now that I know why... it doesn't matter. None of it matters. I'm so overjoyed for you, I'm proud of you! We can put everything else on hold while you focus on this yeah? Don't worry, I'm on your side, I'll support you in every way you need." Tears glistened in her eyes as she heard him express his love, & she smiled as she reached out to hug him tight & he lifted her through the air, getting her off the table onto the ground. "I appreciate what you just said, what you're offering me is something that I could only dream of. But as kind as you're being, I can't take it. I don't want this to change our timeline, today was an exception. But none of this success matters if I don't have you by my side to celebrate. I want to grow in my career but only if I also get to come home & share my wins with you & our kid... And before you object to what I'm saying, I'm going to quote you- you just said that you'd support me through anything I need- well, this is what I need. So are you in, you did promise you'd be on my side?" She said as she tilted her head & gave him her best puppy eyed look, which she knew would work.

Sure enough, he nodded in the smallest possible way, "I still don't think it's a great idea but we can think it through & if that's what you really want, then I guess we can make it work..." His lips betrayed him as they turned upwards to form a smile when he saw her fist pump into the air as she grinned from ear to ear at his answer. This was a strange turn of events despite all your planning, but if anyone knew of how life can turn out unexpectedly, it was him. And despite all the possible pain & loss he'd been through, he was also a firm believer that good things would come his way too- after all, that's how he'd found BTS, how he'd come across you.🌼

Jung Hoseok x Baek Hae-Baragi 🌻

Hobi was the first of the Bangtan brood to have a kid with his fashion designer, wife who he’d met through his sister-Jiwoo. Geum-hee was the first child in the family and rightfully spoilt with love by everyone. His daughter who’s name meant brightness, had truly brought light into the family with all her Samchuns & Imos doting on her, never leaving her alone for a second. She was pampered in a way that she wouldn’t even sleep without someone rocking her in their arms & as she grew up- she had Jimin’s eldest daughter, Ae-Cha who was the same age as her, alongside to do everything. However, in the recent times with the birth of Jimin’s second daughter, Mi-Cha, their attention had shifted & play time with Ae-Cha had reduced drastically. Even as adults kept her company at all times, she missed having someone younger who could keep up with her speed & interests. And today was no different, as soon as Hobi picked Geum-hee from pre-school, Geum-hee’s slouched & sulked in the back of the her car even as Hobi tried to get her to frown to turn into a smile. Usually singing alongsider her dad in the car, cookie dough ice cream from her favorite parlour, some cuddles from her dad & painting her nails were enough to distract her & make her happy but it had been hours since Hobi had been trying but all in vain. He’d been clinging to her, desperate to not leave her side as she moped around but she took that split second of his distraction to run into her room & close the door behind her. The sound of the slammed door shook both parents, Hobi’s wife widened her eyes at him, wondering what could’ve gone so wrong in her absence. “You try, I’ve done everything possible but nothing. She hasn’t said a word since she got back. I don’t know what’s wrong.” Hobi said as he tried to appear calm & nonchalant but it was obvious in the way that he clenched his jaw & paced around that he was anything but relaxed. The only thing that kept him going was the reassuring smile of his wife as she made her way to her daughter’s room, he trusted her to get through when he couldn’t. She knocked softly on her daughter’s door, only to be answered by the soft sobs that quite frankly broke their hearts. Hobi was one step away from knocking the door down, hearing his daughter’s wails pierce the silence at home. But his wife stopped him, gesturing at him to be patient until she’s tried. Geum-hee’s mother knew her daughter well enough, she saw the flutter of shadows from the cracks beneath the door. She knew that even if her daughter didn’t speak, she was here, she was listening. And so she sat down with her back to the door, hoping that her daughter would do the same on the other side & give her a chance. “It’s okay to cry, sweet girl. I know bad things happen, and it’s better to get it off your chest than to hold it in. I’m sorry you had a rough day, little one. Mommy & daddy have those too… but you know what keeps us going? We know that we’re not alone in it, as long as we’re together, everything will be alright… we have Hope on our side, how could it not?” Hobi admired the way his wife spoke to their daughter like she was her own person, not like a child who didn’t understand nor like an adult that was in a smaller body, but like someone who was young & yet who had her own choices to make & voice to be heard. “That’s the thing, I don’t have anyone. Everyone has someone or the other, mommies & daddies are together, siblings at school are together, I always get left alone.” Their daughter mumbled, as both parents train their ear to the door, to hear her soft words. “But you have us, cutie. You know appa would never leave you alone…” Hobi prattled anxiously but his daughter, hoping she knew that he’s always put her first. It was his wife & his rule that no matter what, Geum-hee had to come first. “But that’s not fair, appa. You shouldn’t have to choose between your girls. At the rollercoaster, you sat with me but even mommy was scared but she was all alone.

That always happens, you always take my side, never mommys.” The color left Hobi’s face when he heard that & realized the message he had been passing onto his daughter, he lip synced a “sorry” to his wife & his face sank into his palms, in regret. His wife quickly tried to repair the situation as she said, “But baby, omma doesn’t mind. Appa always asks omma if she’s okay, & only when I say yes, does he do that. Your appa loves me a lot & he takes care of me, you don’t have to worry.” “I know that but I don’t like you being alone. And sometimes, when you & I have girl’s nights- appa is alone. When we travel, we’re alone in the compartment with the other women, when we shop, he’s never there in our section, he should have a boy to give him company too.” Geum-hee shared & Hobi’s heart melted at the concern in his daughter’s voice for him, he lifted his face from his palms & leans against the door frame, as if willing the door to disappear so he could touch his daughter. “I know dad has his brothers from BTS, but they’re not always here. You both are not always with me. So the best solution is if we get me a brother. That way, everyone has someone- just like Jiwoo Imo & Appa.” She added, her voice getting louder & firmed, as if she was proud at having landed at this solution all by herself. “Is that what would make you, happy? If you had a sibling?” Geum-hee’s mom asked with bated breath & her loud resounding, “YES” made the answer quite clear. It was a split second decision, Hobi & his wife spoke soundlessly as he arched his eyebrow, asking her if she agreed with their daughter’s demands & her shrug as if to say that she had no choice but to do what their daughter asked. They both loved their daughter more than anything & although it was far from the right time to have a kid, they had gone back to using protection & birth control, their careers were in full swing, a 5 year gap wasn’t even ideal, until now they’d been of the opinion that one child was more than enough. But this changed everything, she changed everything. “Baby, if we say yes, will you open the door?” Hobi asked gently & his chest heaved in relief as he heard the click of the lock opening & his daughter put her arms around him & his wife. “Geum-hee, even if we have a baby, it may not be a brother… that’s not something appa & omma can decide, it’s upto luck. Is that okay?” Geum-hee’s mother tried to explain, not wanting there to be any misunderstanding. She knew how big of a decision this was for her family & wasn’t willing to go ahead until she got full clarity & in this case, approval from her daughter. “Does that mean I’ll have a sister? Like Ae-Cha has Mi-cha? That’s okay too!! Daddy will be still be alone but atleast you can give him company while I enjoy with my little sister… or brother. I don’t mind, I’m just excited to be a big sister!” Geum-hee squeeled & her parents smiled warmly at her answer & kissed her senseless, surprisingly happy at the turn of events. 🌻

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

#bts dad au #bts series #namjoon fanfic #jin fanfic #yoongi fic #hobi fanfic #bbhot100 #jungkook seven #bangtan sonyeondan

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Jackson's and Chaewon's past

"I think it's time." Chaewon speaks up, reaching over to hold onto her brothers hand

"Do we really have to?" Jackson pouts and sticks close to her side. "You can tell it."

"We need to go back 330 years ago."

"331." He corrects.

"Same thing-"

Trigger warnings: false accusations, hanging, detailed death, guns, admins bad writing skills, angst

Keep in mind that this takes place during the witch trials, so there will be heavy church and religious influence. This is not completely historically accurate

We are going to take the time to travel back to 1692, specifically in Salem, Massachusetts.

It was the start of the witch craze. Both Jackson, Chaewon, and their parents were all paranoid. Jackson was constantly worried about his sister getting accused of being a witch. He worried and stressed over it so much that he got himself sick.

Jackson was lying in bed, sick with what he thought was the black plague, but he was only being dramatic. He was coughing up his lungs as his sister tended to him.

"Jackson." Chaewon mumbles, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. "Jack, you have a fever. I have to make you some medicine." She gets up to leave, only for her brother to grab her hand to stop her.

"Chae, you can't go out this late. Especially with this witch hunt going on.. wh-what if you get suspected?" Jackson asks with a raspy voice, soon having another one of his coughing fits once he is done speaking.

She sighs and gently brushes back his long hair. "Don't you hear yourself? You're going to cough up blood at this point." Chae chews on her lip nervously. "I promise I'll be fast. Take a nap, brother, I'll be back before you wake up." She stands again and brushes her dress and apron down. Chaewon rushes down the creaky, wooden steps and puts on her bonnet. She pulls her sleeves down and makes sure what she is wearing would be approved by the church before leaving the home.

Chaewon quickly leaves the front steps and runs to the woods to collect some leaves from plants to make the medicine for her brother. She would do this for the next couple of days to help heal her brother. Every time she went, the council men would watch from the church window.

"I told you. You shouldn't have gone."

"Jack, I thought you were dying."

"It was a little cold-"

"You had a fever for weeks."

"I was fiiiiiine. Now continue, please."

Chaewon and her parents went to church Sunday morning. They left Jackson back at home as he was finally starting to feel better, and they didn't want to make him get sick again.

The family sat at the front of the church, so they were one of the last people to get out. As they were about to step out, they got stopped by the council and others of authority.

"Kim Chaewon, you have been suspected of being a witch and will be taken into custody." Chae forceful was put in handcuffs and was dragged out of the church. She turned to look over her shoulder to look back at her parents. Her mother was crying, and her father turned his back to her.

She was taken to the jail house and thrown into a cell with others who were suspected of witchcraft.

"My turn to tell the story!"

"Oh boy-"

Jackson was woken up from his nap by the loud cries of his mother. He gets up shakily from his bed. It was the first time he had gotten up since he had fallen ill. He slowly climbed down the stairs to see what was going on.

"Wh-what happened?" He asked in a small voice once he reached the bottom of the steps. His heart broke as he looked for his older sister. "Where is she?"

His mother opened her arms while shaking her head. Jackson didn't need words to tell him what happened. He ran to his parents with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm sorry." His father whispers as he does his best to stay strong and comfort his wife and child.

"I.. I don't think you've ever told me that"

"Because it makes me cry every time."

It was finally Chaewon's trial day. Jackson and their parents were sitting right at the front. Jackson had tears streaming down his face as he turned to his mother for comfort. He was shaking badly and couldn't look at his sister.

Chae's clothes had tears in it. Her hair was a mess, and she had dirt covering her skin. She also lost a little bit of weight due to mistreatment in the jail house. As she walked up to the judge, a group of girls started screaming and wailing in pain. They were faking it, but did it to get Chae to be proven guilty.

She looked over at her brother and parents, tears falling from her eyes. She turns to the judge to plead her side of the story.

"S-sir! I was only trying to make medicine for my brother-!" She gets cut off by the judge slamming her hands down on the table and yelling guilty. Chae falls down onto her knees as the group of girls go back to their yelling. Jackson bursts out in tears and runs out of the room before he gets to hear the rest of her sentencing.

"Kim Chaewon is hereby sentenced to death by hanging for the use of witchcraft."

Trigger warning: detailed death, hanging, broken neck, suffocation

A month passed, and it was the day of the hangings. Chaewon was up first to go. She had already said her goodbyes to he parents. She was hugging her brother before she got pulled away and pushed up the steps.

The executioner positioned her on the trap door and wrapped the thick rope around her neck. A bag was placed over her head, and moments later, the lever was pulled, and the trap flooring was released. Her neck was broken immediately, but she didn't die immediately. She was there flailing around until she eventually suffocated to death.

Chaewon was 23 years old.

Trigger warning: guns, shooting, another death

Six months have passed since and Jackson still has not recovered. He was just as sad and hysterical as he was when it happened.

Jackson left the border of the city to get flowers to replace the dead ones on her grave. He picked out purple ones, as they have always been her favorite. He got a handful of the flowers and started to walk back to the city.

There typically are guards with guns at the entrance of the city. They were switching duties when one of the guns misfired when the guard was loading it. Jackson was in the line of the fire and was struck in the head, just above his left eyebrow. He fell back and died immediately from his injuries.

Jackson was 22 years old.

"And there we go. That's how we died"

"I'm definitely not crying-"

"Sure you aren't... we still have the marks of how we died. I have rope burns on my neck."

"And I still have the bullet hole on my head"

"Well... the end? We wanted to get our story out there so people knew the truth of it"

"Please don't bring it up much I will cry-"

"He went through the worst of it.. anyways. We're ghosts now and are living our best ghost lives"

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erudianokabe · 11 months

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THERE ARE TOO MANY ARTWORKS OF REINER IN THAT DAMN CHAIR WITH A FREAKIN' GUN TO HIS MOUTH.

I'm going to fucking cry. They are all such good artworks tho and I love them, but my feelings. When I first saw that scene... DJFLSJF So help me, I wanted to slap him SO bad.

Anyway, I'd like to thank Falco. If he wasn't there, Reiner's brains might have splattered all over the wall. I say MIGHT because a part of me wants to believe that despite his, at that time, 99.9% need to just kill himself... I think that the .1% miiiiiiight kick in. Again, might. He was already constantly at a really low point (he's good at hiding it, I feel), and remembering his time in Paradis after talking about it with his family just triggered things. Regrets. Feelings... about what a piece of shit he felt he was; not a hero... just a murderer when he realized there were no devils. Just people like him.

I mean, Reiner's a good person through and through. And just because you're good, doesn't mean you're immune from making bad decisions. You can be the smartest dude and still make shitty calls (hi Zeke, ilu bestie). And Reiner's a pretty smart guy specially when it comes to being one step ahead, making plans... based on what he learned in Marley, but mostly because of what he learned through experience... in what he felt would be the best course of action that will keep him alive long enough to get the job done. Because more than success for Marley, again... his need to be a hero, to be respected, came from the fact that he wants to bring his family together again (which failed when his father blatantly said he wanted nothing to do with them), and then to simply just make his mother proud and give her a good life.

We gotta understand that when he made the decision to stay in Paradis, he was a scared, brainwashed kid that didn't know any better apart from the fact that if you fail, you die. And he couldn't die just yet... not without doing anything to make a difference, not when he's hardly at the starting point to his goal. I mean, they got by eight years in Paradis without getting caught. Correspondences sent by him when Annie was in the MP were all done through secret code. Eight years of living with people he believed were demons, eight years of relearning how to live in a society that's less advanced than what they're used to. A lifetime of shouldering the guilt of Marcel's death. Eight years of having to be the leader to their trio because he was the one who made the call to stay. Eight years of carrying the burden of the truth that will continuously eat at him for the rest of his life. Eight years of hate from Annie. Four years and counting when it comes to blaming himself for Annie's capture and Bertolt's death. A lifetime being haunted by the fact that he was never really good enough, that he was just the option so that Porco wouldn't have to die... but he died either way when Eren attacked. A lifetime of blaming himself for the failure at Paradis, and because of what he did, he understands he was part of what caused Eren to turn this way...

And you know what? Despite the fact that he almost committed suicide, almost gave up after saving Falco... he still forced himself to do the right thing. Taking accountability for what he had done, rather than running away via whatever means available. And he could have done it too. He could have just stopped listening, or went back to trying to shoot himself, but he didn't. He could have told Connie and the scouts "no" when they went to him to put an effort to "save" the world. He could have stayed behind like Annie; I'm 100% sure he's just as exhausted from all the fighting. He had 4 years of being Marley's damn shield in the Mid-East Alliance War. He did his best to prove himself and is still continuously doing so. Besides. I think he did his utmost to cling to the armor because he understands the responsibility and the curse of becoming a titan shifter. That's why he was so adamant about Falco taking over him so that Gabi wouldn't. Admittedly, that's a dick move on his part... threatening Falco like that, but he was doing it so that he could save his cousin. That doesn't make it right, of course. But he's just the type of guy to do what he can to stop losing people that he cares about. He's already suffered so much loss. And understands that he can never be forgiven for what he did. He doesn't expect it, doesn't even want the forgiveness... he just wants to atone for what he's done... he doesn't even make excuses for himself, and simply takes it, accepts his faults and works out ways to make things better not for himself but for others.

That's so attractive of him.

Of course, deep down. Even if he doesn't admit to it... I think that he just wants to be accepted and forgiven... but knows he's done too much to ever be granted that. That's why what Jean said, I could see, meant so much to him. The acceptance. That he was still regarded as one of them, as part of the 104th; or what his mother told him at the end when everything was over.

He's so endearing. I love him so much.

Anyway... I ended up gushing again. Sorry. Don't mind me.

#◤ .beyond the walls. ◥ ooc #◤ .field tests & experiments. ◥ character study #‖▤ reiner braun ◈ the armour #I've been so tired from work... however every time I come here... I'm always just posting about Reiner. dhfksdf #I love him so much.

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