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cartoonqueen16 · 1 year

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So, the winner of my poll was pastel goth Jen and tarantula hybrid Kevin. So, her is chapter one.

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Arachnid love

It was dark, the only light came from red light bulbs placed every five feet. This was the hall of circus freaks at Zombozo's traveling circus. In the hall a girl walked alone looking at the various circus freaks, this is Jen Tennyson. "This is way better than that silly show," she said coming to the end of the hall.

At the end of the hall, there was a heavy metal door with a sign that said 'do not enter'. Jen simply ignored the sign and entered the room. There was a single red light on the wall and it wasn't that bright. That didn't matter to Jen though, she always enjoyed a scary, distressed atmosphere.

Jen looked around in the darkness and made out a figure sitting on the floor. "Hello," Jen said gaining the person's attention. The person rose from the floor and Jen took notice of their lower half. The person's lower half was much larger than the average human's and different in shape. Jen squinted into the darkness and took notice of the extra sets of legs and projectile hairs.

Jen watched as the person turned their head, and her mouth fell a gap. Eight bright glowing red eyes stared back at her and fangs glistened in the dark. "Whoa," Jen whispered feeling her face heat up.

"Why aren't you running away?" The person asked they sounded male an around Jen's age. Jen smiled, "I don't see a reason to run." Jen said walking closer to the boy.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

Jen jolted awake from her dream and shut off her alarm clock. Jen let her arm fall and sighed, she didn't want to get up. It was a Monday, no one wants to get up on a Monday. "Jen, Gwen is here, hurry and get ready before your Grandpa gets here!" Jen's mom suddenly called from the other side of the door. Hearing her mom say that Jen was suddenly wide awake, out of bed, and excited for the day.

Jen hadn't gone on a summer road trip with her Grandpa and cousin in five years, not since the summer her Grandpa Max got the Omnitrix. Jen smiled at the memory of that summer, and then her face began to heat up. "This is gonna be great," Jen said getting dressed.

Jen put on a sleeveless mock neck shirt with a pastel green cardigan that left her shoulders and collarbone exposed. A Black and pastel green plaid, pleated Skirt with lace hem, A leather belt with chains hanging from it, fishnet tights, black thigh-high stockings, and platform boots. Jen then put on a leather choker with a heart lock, a lilac moon necklace, and lilac heart spider web earnings.

Jen quickly did her makeup, simple lilac eye shadow, black eyeliner in the shape of bat wings, and shiny lipgloss. "Ok, one more thing," Jen said and pulled her shoulder-length hair into a half ponytail. Jen smiled and admired the pastel pink streaks in her hair.

"Ok, last-minute essentials," Jen said and grabbed her phone charger, phone, extra hair ties, and any other essentials she had to have on her. "Sully, grab my purse will ya," Jen said and her pet spider moved from his dog bed to grab Jen her requested item. Sully grabbed Jen's pastel pink, skull-shaped cross-body purse and carried it over to her. Sully, nuzzled into Jen's leg to get her attention, which Jen gave him. Jen smiled, "Thanks Sully," Jen said, and the chihuahua-sized spider made a faint hissing sound.

"Jen, your Grandpa is almost here." Jen's mom called through her door. "Ok, I'm almost ready," Jen called and put her purse on then pat her leg. "Time to go, Sully," Jen said and the spider climbed her and latched onto her back like a backpack. Jen smiled then grabbed her suitcases and left her room for her summer trip.

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"Hey, Gwen," Jen said seeing her preppy, perfectionist cousin in the living room. "Jen, are you- AHHHHHHH!!!" Jen's dad let out a shrill scream and ran down the hall followed by a slamming door. "I feel like he should be used to this," Jen said looking down the hall with a concerned smile.

Jen was twelve when she brought Sully home and claimed he was her pet and best friend. Her parents were both shocked and scared, her dad even had to be taken to the hospital due to a heart attack. However, that didn't stop Jen from making Sully comfortable and at home. Yes, Sandra and Carl were against this at first but then Sandra noticed how happy Sully made her daughter. Jen had never made friends easily, mostly because they thought she was strange. Jen was a pastel goth, she enjoyed scary movies, skulls, and spiders, her taste in music was different from most kids her age, etc, and other kids found it strange. Sandra had hoped things would change as Jen got older, but it never did.

So, after Sandra saw how happy Jen was, she made Sully feel welcome and treated him like a regular house pet. Carl was a different story, he tried non-stop to get rid of Sully, but Sandra was always quick to stop him. Eventually, after so much time Carl gave up, but that didn't mean he accepted Sully.

"Jen, Honey, your father will never be used to it," Sandra said entering the living room from the kitchen. Sandra walked over to her daughter and scratched Sully on the head, then noticed her niece backed up against the wall. "You still scared Gwen?" Sandra asked, smiling at Gwen, who nodded her head. "I will most likely always be scared," Gwen said and Jen and Sandra laughed.

The laughter was followed by a knock on the door and Jen rushed to answer it. "Grandpa!" Jen hugged her Grandpa tightly and the man happily returned it. Max broke his hug with Jen and took notice of Gwen standing against a wall. "You and Sully go put your stuff in the RV and get settled in," Max said and entered the house. Jen quickly grabbed her suitcases and headed to her Grandpa's home on wheels, his old beat-up RV. Jen smiled and entered the bucket of bolts and stopped at the door, nothing had changed. The RV looked as if it had been frozen in time, everything was the same.

Jen took her suitcase and headed to the back of the RV. Jen made quick work of putting her clothes away in the closet followed by her makeup and jewelry box. Jen then stored her suitcase under the bottom bunk and walked to sit in the passenger seat. Jen moved Sully to sit in her lap and began thinking about the fun-filled summer ahead.

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Several hours later the three Tennysons sat at a familiar camping spot. "Girls, help me set up camp." Max said and Jen was the first to her feet, "What should I do?" she asked. Max handed Jen two tents, "Here, set these up, then go and gather firewood." Max said and Jen nodded.

Jen stepped away from the RV and dumped the contents of both bags out. With the tents and poles on the ground, Jen started setting them up. "Here, let me give you a hand." Jen turned her attention to Gwen. Gwen's hand was covered in a pink energy Jen learned to be mana. Within a few short seconds, Gwen had both tents set up and secured. "You're welcome," Gwen said and strutted into the RV. Jen rolled her eyes and went to get firewood with Sully on her heels. Jen smiled and knelt, Sully climbed onto her back and latched on.

"I still haven't figured out why she thinks she is better than me," Jen said and Sully made a hissing sound. "Yes, we do have a better relationship than when we were ten, but she is still...Gwen." Jen said picking up a few dead branches. "And before you recommend it, no I am not doing that," Jen said and Sully made another hissing sound. Jen giggled and kept walking to find more firewood.

Jen stepped through a cluster of trees and bushes when she found plenty of dead branches. Jen began to gather the sticks while humming Death by Melanie Martinez. Jen gathered the last few sticks and turned to leave but quickly jumped back narrowly dodging the sharp spider leg. Jen landed with her back against a tree and Sully jumped in front of her ready to protect.

"Where did you come from?" Jen asked, the car-sized western black widow spider hissed and lunged at Jen. Lucky for Jen her parents made her do gymnastics as a kid, and those skills came in handy. Jen jumped up and cartwheeled across the spider's back letting it run into a tree. Jen stood up and started at the spider, Jen's pupils began to bubble and spread out covering every part of her eyes. Jen's shadow then stretched out and three shopping cart-sized black widow spiders crawled out.

Jen threw her hand and the black widow's attacked. Sully jumped in and Jen quickly re-gathered the firewood and walked back to camp not wanting to keep her Grandpa and cousin waiting.

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Max was in the kitchen cooking mill worm, grasshopper, and squid stew for dinner, wondering why Jen hadn't returned yet. "What happened, why is your power activated?" Max heard Gwen ask and he quickly walked outside.

Jen was dropping a pile of sticks by the fire pit and Max saw her obsidian black eyes. "Jen, what happened?" Max asked, Jen simply smiled, "I got attacked by a shadow spider, but I got it taken care of." Jen said. There was a sudden hissing and Jen's shadow expanded and her three spiders crawled inside. Jen's eyes returned to normal and she sat at the nearby picnic table. "Everything's fine," Jen said with a bright smile.

Max could only nod and head back inside to finish dinner. While Max did that Gwen joined Jen at the picnic table and noticed Jen pulled a book from somewhere. Gwen looked at the cover, of "The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis. How do you read stuff like that?" Gwen asked, Jen pulled her eyes from her book, they now held a cold, dark aura. Gwen shivered, and then was suddenly drowning in Jen's gaze, "It gives a sense of realism, a sense of what the world is really like for some people." Jen said then quickly snapped her book closed startling Gwen.

"You wanna read it?" Jen asked, she held the book out to Gwen with a bright smile. "Umm...no thanks," Gwen said and Jen shrugged and then re-opened the book. Gwen stared at Jen a moment longer before pulling out her spellbook, something she obtained when she was ten and began reading over the various spells.

"Oh, hey Sully." Gwen pulled her eyes from her book and saw Sully on the table staring at her. "AHH!!" Gwen fell out of her seat and groaned as she hit the ground. Jen broke into laughter and fell onto the ground herself.

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A little while after dinner the family sat around a campfire rotating marshmallows. Max was telling Jen and Gwen about his most recent plumber mission.

"So, I used Heatblast and melted the ice, saving everyone." Gwen and Jen smiled and applauded their Grandpa before settling into a nice silence. "Sounds like you've had some fun with that watch," Jen said feeding a burnt marshmallow to Sully, then making one for herself. Max smiled, "I have, and I'm supposed to be retired." Max said with a chuckle, Jen and Gwen joined in but it was quickly silenced.

Max's old radio announced an attack at the local camping grounds. "Anybody else getting Deja vu?" Gwen asked, Jen and Max both nodded. "We better go give those people a hand," Max said and dialed into the Omnitrix, then pressed the core. There was a bright flash and Max was transformed into an alien neither Jen nor Gwen had seen before. "Girlllsss, say hellllo to Biiig chiiillll." Max said in an airy voice and flew into the air, "Tryy to keeep uup." he said then flew away. Jen and Gwen both stared in awe then shared a look and smiled at each other.

Gwen's eyes glowed a bright pink and a bright flash blinded Jen. When Jen opened her eyes she saw Gwen in her hero alter-ego Lucky Girl. Gwen was dressed in a sleeveless black leather, one-piece suit with a purple belt, and purple knee-high boots. The belt had a cat face buckle and weird stones around it. Gwen also sported a black and purple cat masquerade mask and black gloves. Jen hummed and nodded, "Not bad cousin." she said then smirked.

Jen's eyes blacked over and shadow tendrils reached up and wrapped around Jen's body. The shadows twisted and wrapped around Jen tightly then sank into her body revealing her alter-ego Arachnid. Jen was dressed in black tactical pants, coral-colored combat boots, and a black Niko mantle cloak with a pastel green spider web pattern and it gave her a mid-drift revealing part of a spider web tattoo on Jen's hip. Jen had pastel green fingerless gloves and a mask. The mask was a spider mouth mask, it was black with coral stripes, a spider mouth with sharp fangs.

Jen stood up and Sully crawled to her side. Sully grew to the size of a hippo and Jen hopped onto his back. Sully headed for the camping grounds and Gwen followed.

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When Jen and Gwen got to the camping ground they saw it was under attack by spiders. "Hey, those are the same as the spider that attacked me earlier," Jen said jumping off Sully's back. "Nice outfits girls." Max approached now as a classic alien Jen and Gwen both knew. "Nice to see Four-arms again," Gwen said and Max smiled then the spiders hissed at them.

The spiders charged but they were only looking at Jen. "Guess you're the main target here," Gwen said standing beside Jen, "I don't have a problem with that," Jen said jumping over the spiders. Sully caught one of the spiders and while they went head-to-head, the others came after Jen. Gwen used her mana and grabbed one of the spiders and Max tackled another. Jen was left with a single spider and summoned a Redback spider the size of the RV. Jen snapped her fingers and the slider showed down on the other, a quick and easy victory.

Jen then shrunk her spider and rode around to help any civilians still nearby. Most just ran screaming, the only ones who stuck around were kids who were in awe at what they were seeing.

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After several long hours of repairing damage Max, Jen, and Gwen stumbled into the Rv exhausted. All three de-transformed and collapsed on their beds. Sully now back to his normal size climbed onto Jen's back and slept peacefully. "Just like that summer five years ago," Max said turning to look at his granddaughters. Gwen was already asleep but Jen was smiling. "Yeah, but I think I'm the target this time." Jen chuckled tiredly.

Max nodded then fell asleep himself. Jen followed her Grandpa's lead and drifted into a peaceful slumber unaware she was being watched. There was a tiny spider in the corner of the RV and it quickly scurried away to its mistress. This was gonna be a long summer for the Tennyson family.

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halothenthehorns · 1 year

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Chapter 4: TYSON PLAYS WITH FIRE

"Yeah but, he's already done that once in this book and seemed no worse for wear," Will reminded Percy before he could get too worked up with worry again, not that he really had back in his school. Percy definitely seemed to have some instinct about Tyson.

"Kind of catchy though, Tyson the guy on fire," Alex said in a flashy tone of voice.

"You and my mom can start a book club," Percy snorted.

"Percy, a book club isn't-" but Magnus stopped himself and shook his head as Alex looked way to excited about the prospect.

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls.

"Ironic since your dad loves them," Will pointed out.

"He can deal with all of them from now on then," Percy huffed.

Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls.

"Be grateful it wasn't three?" Jason offered.

"Thanks," Percy snorted.

And not just regular bulls—bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

"There is way to much fire going on in this book," Magnus frowned.

"I'm sure the monsters will tone it down and switch to cotton balls if we ask nicely," Percy sighed.

As soon as we exited the taxi, the Gray Sisters peeled out, heading back to New York, where life was safer. They didn't even wait for their extra three-drachma payment. They just left us on the side of the road, Annabeth with nothing but her backpack and knife, Tyson and me still in our burned-up tie-dyed gym clothes.

"Oh, man," said Annabeth, looking at the battle raging on the hill.

What worried me most weren't the bulls themselves. Or the ten heroes in full battle armor who were getting their bronze-plated booties whooped.

"There were only ten of them up there?" Jason sounded more concerned than accusatory, but it was still somehow aggravating. "How many live there?"

"Not everyone shows up on the first day of summer," Will answered patiently, "they trickle in over the first week, and there's less than a hundred of us year around, and the numbers kept dwindling." He finished with an uneasy twitch, not at all happy to admit how many deaths had occurred that year during the first few weeks of the borders weakening and the surprise attacks, not to mention how many just flat went missing thanks to Luke's efforts of pulling more to his side. "On top of that, of those, not everyone's a fighter," he finished defensively at last. He'd never been on the front lines of a battle because he knew where he was best needed, and he hadn't been the oldest healer at camp either, yet.

Jason nodded and winced, he hadn't meant to sound like he was attacking their home, but he could no longer shake the impression this place wasn't nearly as formidable as a camp should be.

What worried me was that the bulls were ranging all over the hill, even around the back side of the pine tree. That shouldn't have been possible. The camp's magic boundaries didn't allow monsters to cross past Thalia's tree.

The girl wrapped an arm around her middle now, pressing her palm into her stomach and squeezing her eyes tight shut. She knew what was coming, the horrible thing Luke had done in service to Kronos to bring her back. She still felt that poison in her every time she thought of him.

Percy was looking anxiously from the book to her and back and tapping a crazy tempo with his pen on his knee. The bull's, Tyson, Thalia, he was starting to feel like somebody had thrown him into a shredder and tossed the pieces into the wind he felt so scattered trying to keep an eye on everything.

But the metal bulls were doing it anyway.

One of the heroes shouted, "Border patrol, to me!" A girl's voice—gruff and familiar.

Border patrol? I thought. The camp didn't have a border patrol.

Jason looked mortally offended at that particular sentence.

"It's Clarisse," Annabeth said. "Come on, we have to help her."

Normally, rushing to Clarisse's aid would not have been high on my "to do" list. She was one of the biggest bullies at camp. The first time we'd met she tried to introduce my head to a toilet.

"And you didn't even offer to shake its hand," Alex helpfully added.

She was also a daughter of Ares, and I'd had a very serious disagreement with her father last summer, so now the god of war and all his children basically hated my guts.

Still, she was in trouble. Her fellow warriors were scattering, running in panic as the bulls charged. The grass was burning in huge swathes around the pine tree. One hero screamed and waved his arms as he ran in circles, the horse-hair plume on his helmet blazing like a fiery Mohawk.

"Stop, drop, and roll, stop, drop, and roll," Magnus mock chanted, tapping his fist on his knees in rhythm.

"Do you think we could catch on fire down here?" Alex muttered, which terrified Magnus for a moment if he was about to try.

Clarisse's own armor was charred. She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded uselessly in the metal joint of one bull's shoulder.

All of their respect for Clarisse just went up tenfold. Her group was clearly fracturing, these teenagers could have been calling for help in Chiron or their own parents, and yet there she stood defiantly in the way, and likely would until she bested those beasts alone if she had to. She could have gone off and broken ranks too and just go defend her own cabin if it was pride at stake, but no. As much of an annoying bully as she was, she clearly loved her home.

I uncapped my ballpoint pen. It shimmered, growing longer and heavier until I held the bronze sword Anaklusmos in my hands. "Tyson, stay here. I don't want you taking any more chances."

"No!" Annabeth said. "We need him."

I stared at her. "He's mortal. He got lucky with the dodge balls but he can't—"

"You cannot have honestly believed that?" Jason demanded of Percy. "After everything you just saw? How tight a grip did the Mist have on you?"

Percy didn't look any happier he'd been so thoroughly deceived, even if he still couldn't figure out what the deception was. It made him question just how real anything he saw on his last quest was too, if he could believe anything his eyes told him.

"Percy, do you know what those are up there? The Colchis bulls, made by Hephaestus himself.

Nico grimaced with distaste at more machines built by him now running around camp. Why should he want to spend time around this place again?

We can't fight them without Medea's Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We'll get burned to a crisp."

"I honestly want to believe she's joking that time, right?" Magnus couldn't even picture going into a grocery store anymore and passing the sunscreen without doing a double take now.

"No comment," Will chuckled.

"I can't believe she didn't correct the important part of what Percy said," Nico muttered for them. She obviously knew Tyson was a cyclops, why wouldn't she have just said that to Percy?

"Like Annabeth would pass up the chance to rub sunscreen on Percy and then correct him," Will snorted.

Nico didn't laugh back, his smile seemed a little awkward, but Percy was yelling at them to get a move on and Nico just settled back into his seat again instead of back to glaring at the door, so Will didn't know what to make of it.

"Medea's what?"

Annabeth rummaged through her backpack and cursed. "I had a jar of tropical coconut scent sitting on my night-stand at home. Why didn't I bring it?"

I'd learned a long time ago not to question Annabeth too much. It just made me more confused. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going to let Tyson get fried."

"Percy—"

"Tyson, stay back." I raised my sword. "I'm going in."

Tyson tried to protest, but I was already running up the hill toward Clarisse, who was yelling at her patrol, trying to get them into phalanx formation. It was a good idea. The few who were listening lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, locking their shields to form an ox-hide—and-bronze wall, their spears bristling over the top like porcupine quills.

Unfortunately, Clarisse could only muster six campers. The other four were still running around with their helmets on fire. Annabeth ran toward them, trying to help. She taunted one of the bulls into chasing her, then turned invisible, completely confusing the monster. The other bull charged Clarisse's line.

I was halfway up the hill—not close enough to help. Clarisse hadn't even seen me yet.

The bull moved deadly fast for something so big. Its metal hide gleamed in the sun. It had fist-sized rubies for eyes, and horns of polished silver. When it opened its hinged mouth, a column of white-hot flame blasted out.

"Hold the line!" Clarisse ordered her warriors.

Whatever else you could say about Clarisse, she was brave.

"An admirable trait," Jason said approvingly. These Greek kids continually fascinated him with their blasé attitudes and taking all this chaos in stride. That could have been just the ones he'd met and three out of four always seemed to know what was coming to some degree, but despite Clarisse's poor showing last year of just being a brainless barrel of boasting, here was some grit to her that showed they weren't all to be dismissed when it came to strict strategizing.

She was a big girl with cruel eyes like her father's. She looked like she was born to wear Greek battle armor, but I didn't see how even she could stand against that bull's charge.

Unfortunately, at that moment, the other bull lost interest in finding Annabeth. It turned, wheeling around behind Clarisse on her unprotected side.

"Behind you!" I yelled. "Look out!"

I shouldn't have said anything,

"Now see, how is it when I tell you that you get mad at me, but you can say it to yourself-" Thalia stopped when Percy tried shoving her off her seat, but it didn't stop her snickers.

because all I did was startle her. Bull Number One crashed into her shield, and the phalanx broke. Clarisse went flying backward and landed in a smoldering patch of grass. The bull charged past her, but not before blasting the other heroes with its fiery breath. Their shields melted right off their arms. They dropped their weapons and ran as Bull Number Two closed in on Clarisse for the kill.

"What exactly made one better than the other you had to number them?" Alex detracted with that very important question.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop and study their personalities to give them names while fighting for my life," Percy sighed.

I lunged forward and grabbed Clarisse by the straps of her armor. I dragged her out of the way just as Bull Number Two freight-trained past. I gave it a good swipe with Riptide and cut a huge gash in its flank, but the monster just creaked and groaned and kept on going.

Hearth was fascinated at the difference when Percy's sword had bounced off the chimera's collar last time, cut through metal cages before, but sliced through the bronze hide of this bull now. He watched Thalia with such intensity she looked over at him as he wished he could ask someone in the know what exactly the magical properties of what this sword could cut through entailed!

Thalia waved down Will and asked both out loud and to him, "need something?"

He asked hopefully, expecting her not to answer, and her contemplative look wasn't promising before she continued, in the same way as before, "the god Hephaestus creates automatons and other things impervious to the same blades he can also make. These bulls won't just disintegrate if you cut them like the furies, you've got to either get them to malfunction or rip them apart. It's possible he made that collar for Echidna, and no mortal metal could stand up to celestial bronze."

They were no magic runes, but to know the properties of magic on every level would make the most wise caster, so he thanked her profusely as he committed that to memory.

It hadn't touched me, but I could feel the heat of its metal skin. Its body temperature could've microwaved a frozen burrito.

"I don't buy it," Alex scoffed, "probably would have burnt the outside and still left it frozen in the center."

"What if it did find that balance of cooking it perfectly?" Magnus asked.

"A trade off I would consider," he admitted.

"I swear this guy would either make or break whatever quest we went on if we could harness his chaotic nature," Thalia muttered to Percy.

"I'm not tempting it," Percy made the warding off evil gesture to push away just the idea.

"Let me go!" Clarisse pummeled my hand. "Percy, curse you!"

"You're welcome!" Percy shouted at the book.

Nico shot Percy a very aggrieved look and tensed in his seat, the others twitched uncomfortably much to his confusion, as Will looked up with a personally affronted look at being shouted at as he told him, "Clarisse was the last to be healed that day and still cursing you out, you yourself admitted you accidentally made it worse Percy."

"I didn't say it to her at the time," but he sighed and also said, "sorry man."

Thalia smoothly reminded as well, "just remember the last time you lost your temper in here Perce, we don't need you throwing whoever has the book into the wall every time you get annoyed."

"Okay, okay," he agreed peaceably. "Refrain shouting to outside the room, I got it."

I dropped her in a heap next to the pine tree and turned to face the bulls. We were on the inside slope of the hill now, the valley of Camp Half-Blood directly below us—the cabins, the training facilities, the Big House—all of it at risk if these bulls got past us.

Annabeth shouted orders to the other heroes, telling them to spread out and keep the bulls distracted.

Jason nodded without surprise, she was who he'd expect to take charge, but he filed away in his mind not to underestimate Clarisse again. If the two would make peace, the Camp would be a formidable defense as well as offense.

Bull Number One ran a wide arc, making its way back toward me. As it passed the middle of the hill, where the invisible boundary line should've kept it out, it slowed down a little, as if it were struggling against a strong wind; but then it broke through and kept coming.

Thalia's hand pressed tighter into her stomach. She knew how ridiculous it was, but she couldn't help but feel responsible. No, she corrected, it was Luke's fault for weakening her protection, for using her sacrifice for his own selfish gain of bringing her back!

Bull Number Two turned to face me, fire sputtering from the gash I'd cut in its side. I couldn't tell if it felt any pain, but its ruby eyes seemed to glare at me like I'd just made things personal.

"I really hope the camp serves stake for dinner tonight," Alex said casually.

"The satyrs might dine on these in revenge," Magnus chuckled.

I couldn't fight both bulls at the same time. I'd have to take down Bull Number Two first, cut its head off before Bull Number One charged back into range. My arms already felt tired. I realized how long it had been since I'd worked out with Riptide, how out of practice I was.

"Are we still blaming this on Tyson?" Jason asked shrewdly, "because I don't think it was his secret mission to just make Percy lazy."

"Yeah, no, he does that enough on his own," Thalia nodded along while Percy had to combine Annabeth and Chiron's voices together to talk himself out of using Jason and Thalia as target practice now.

I lunged but Bull Number Two blew flames at me. I rolled aside as the air turned to pure heat.

All the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs. My foot caught on some-thing—a tree root, maybe—and pain shot up my ankle. Still, I managed to slash with my sword and lop off part of the monster's snout. It galloped away, wild and disoriented. But before I could feel too good about that, I tried to stand, and my left leg buckled underneath me. My ankle was sprained, maybe broken.

Percy felt the others studying him in concern, mostly curiosity as they clearly wondered if that ambrosia and nectar could heal burns and being squashed by giant, fire breathing metal cows.

Bull Number One charged straight toward me. No way could I crawl out of its path.

Annabeth shouted: "Tyson, help him!"

Somewhere near, toward the crest of the hill, Tyson wailed, "Can't—get—through!"

Percy had been frozen in place at the time, but he could see it now with mental clarity as Tyson had done as asked and waited while keeping his hands against nothing, the shield had still been working to some degree as he struggled against the very air. Tyson must not be as powerful as those bulls. His mom had warned him she couldn't get in too, and he had a horrible moment of Deja vu as he wondered if he was about to lose someone else...

"I, Annabeth Chase, give you permission to enter camp!"

Thunder shook the hillside. Suddenly Tyson was there, barreling toward me, yelling: "Percy needs help!"

Before I could tell him no, he dove between me and the bull just as it unleashed a nuclear firestorm.

"Tyson!" I yelled.

The blast swirled around him like a red tornado. I could only see the black silhouette of his body. I knew with horrible certainty that my friend had just been turned into a column of ashes.

Percy finally knew what dead in the water must feel like. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. He wasn't getting Tyson back from Hades this time, though he knew he'd try-

But when the fire died, Tyson was still standing there, completely unharmed. Not even his grungy clothes were scorched.

Percy choked like Tyson had just used those giant hands to punch him in the face rather than shield him. He was okay! How as he okay?

The bull must've been as surprised as I was, because before it could unleash a second blast, Tyson balled his fists and slammed them into the bull's face.

"BAD COW!"

"Tyson had better be a gentle giant around real animals, because that was a terrifying mental image," Magnus shivered.

"Oh yeah, he loves the Pegasus and hippocampi, just not the ones trying to kill Percy," Will agreed while Percy still sat like a stunned fish before them.

His fists made a crater where the bronze bull's snout used to be. Two small columns of flame shot out of its ears. Tyson hit it again, and the bronze crumpled under his hands like aluminum foil. The bull's face now looked like a sock puppet pulled inside out.

"That's one way to clear your sinuses," Percy said faintly. Thalia was patting his shoulder comfortingly as he still adjusted more than Magnus for once on this turn of events.

"Down!" Tyson yelled.

The bull staggered and fell on its back. Its legs moved feebly in the air, steam coming out of its ruined head in odd places.

Annabeth ran over to check on me.

My ankle felt like it was filled with acid, but she gave me some Olympian nectar to drink from her canteen, and I immediately started to feel better. There was a burning smell that I later learned was me. The hair on my arms had been completely singed off.

"And you must have just grown that," Alex laughed.

"Thank you for reminding me my voice was probably cracking that whole fight," Percy rolled his eyes, "It's a miracle the bulls didn't laugh themselves to death."

"The other bull?" I asked.

Annabeth pointed down the hill. Clarisse had taken care of Bad Cow Number Two.

"You know with context, it's not a bad name," Nico said fairly.

"Especially if nobody ever explains what happened to One," Jason smirked.

She'd impaled it through the back leg with a celestial bronze spear. Now, with its snout half gone and a huge gash in its side, it was trying to run in slow motion, going in circles like some kind of merry-go-round animal.

"Can we keep it?" Nobody was surprised at this point Alex seemed to actually be asking that.

"You know, the worst part is Chiron might have agreed, wouldn't have been a bad way to plow the fields," Will nodded, lightly dancing around the fact that's exactly what they did for Percy's sake. "He would have made you finish taming it and feed it though." Clarisse had taken to the task with gusto and even worn the boots and hat the Stoll brothers gave her.

"I can live with that, just need a fireproof saddle for rodeo night," Alex laughed.

Clarisse pulled off her helmet and marched toward us. A strand of her stringy brown hair was smoldering, but she didn't seem to notice. "You—ruin—everything!" she yelled at me. "I had it under control!"

I was too stunned to answer. Annabeth grumbled, "Good to see you too, Clarisse."

"Argh!" Clarisse screamed. "Don't ever, EVER try saving me again!"

"That's gratitude for ya," Percy huffed.

'Note she said try saving her,' Hearth rolled his eyes. 'She is alive!'

'To be fair, he didn't succeed,' Magnus shrugged. He least of all could begrudge Percy spending that time with his mom though. Maybe they could split the months up a little better moving forward though instead of just summer training.

"Clarisse," Annabeth said, "you've got wounded campers."

That sobered her up. Even Clarisse cared about the soldiers under her command.

Will smiled gratefully Percy had acknowledged that. He didn't like Clarisse much either, but that didn't make her a bad leader, just not a fun person to be around. He had no clue what Chris saw in her, but to each their own.

"I'll be back," she growled, then trudged off to assess the damage.

I stared at Tyson. "You didn't die."

Tyson looked down like he was embarrassed.

"You ordered him to stay back, not drop dead," Thalia mock scolded.

"If you want something done right, do it yourself," Alex mock agreed.

"You two are my limit of self restraint," Percy groaned.

"I am sorry. Came to help. Disobeyed you."

"My fault," Annabeth said. "I had no choice. I had to let Tyson cross the boundary line to save you. Otherwise, you would've died."

"Let him cross the boundary line?'" I asked. "But—"

"Percy," she said, "have you ever looked at Tyson closely? I mean ... in the face. Ignore the Mist, and really look at him."

The Mist makes humans see only what their brains can process ... I knew it could fool demigods too, but...

I looked Tyson in the face. It wasn't easy. I'd always had trouble looking directly at him, though I'd never quite understood why. I'd thought it was just because he always had peanut butter in his crooked teeth. I forced myself to focus at his big lumpy nose, then a little higher at his eyes.

No, not eyes.

One eye. One large, calf-brown eye, right in the middle of his forehead, with thick lashes and big tears trickling down his cheeks on either side.

"That's adorable," Magnus blinked both eyes spastically as he tried to put such a cute little description into the scope of a man-eating monster like he'd imagine a cyclops to be.

"I wonder if his depth perception is better or worse like that," Jason grinned, rather than wince and go for his coin at the idea of one of those things around.

"Tyson," I stammered. "You're a ..."

"Cyclops," Annabeth offered. "A baby, by the looks of him. Probably why he couldn't get past the boundary line as easily as the bulls. Tyson's one of the homeless orphans."

"The what?"

Only Thalia and Nico hadn't joined in on that demand as they exchanged an uneasy look, the uglier side of how monsters were created and hated half-blood's wasn't all Laestrygonians wanting to eat them, some just hated their existence for the way they'd been discarded. Their separate travels had led them on many a misadventure seeing evidence after example of it.

Will looked pretty dissatisfied with their silence as as he read out.

"One of the what?"

"They're in almost all the big cities," Annabeth said distastefully. "They're ... mistakes, Percy. Children of nature spirits and gods ... Well, one god in particular, usually ... and they don't always come out right. No one wants them. They get tossed aside. They grow up wild on the streets. I don't know how this one found you, but he obviously likes you.

It wasn't much of an explanation, and Will felt a little sheltered for the first time. Growing up at camp had left him ignorant of this fact, and he'd seen some pretty nasty wounds in the medical wings to not have such a soft view of the world and what kids could accidentally do to each other. At least he knew which god Annabeth meant, everybody knew about the cyclops forges in Poseidon's kingdom as much as the Hephaestus kids were always talking about wanting to visit, but he felt guilty all the same as he watched the three Norse kids exchange unhappy looks. He had no defense for the gods on this one, how many monsters might not have joined Luke's army if there was a place for them to live?

Jason brushed off his initial shock the fastest and took it in stride, even the lingering idea of a cyclops being in the camp should have given him the creeps more than he was willing to admit. It was the same way Annabeth, Chiron, Grover, and all sorts of things felt, backwards in that place, yet the basic facts like Annabeth had given for how they existed made sense enough.

He glanced at Nico hopefully, for what he wasn't sure as he gave no reaction at all if this could be different anywhere else, just as quiet and reserved as ever as he calmly watched Will read.

We should take him to Chiron, let him decide what to do."

"But the fire. How—"

"He's a Cyclops." Annabeth paused, as if she were remembering something unpleasant.

Thalia winced and coughed into her jacket to hide the sudden voice echoing in her head of the monster who wasn't Luke, he was a monster all his own now.

"They work the forges of the gods. They have to be immune to fire. That's what I was trying to tell you."

I was completely shocked. How had I never realized what Tyson was?

But I didn't have much time to think about it just then. The whole side of the hill was burning.

Wounded heroes needed attention. And there were still two banged-up bronze bulls to dispose of, which I didn't figure would fit in our normal recycling bins.

Clarisse came back over and wiped the soot off her forehead. "Jackson, if you can stand, get up. We need to carry the wounded back to the Big House, let Tantalus know what's happened."

'Tantalizing what happened?' Hearth asked. Nobody would hide this from Chiron would they?

'He said Tantalus,' Magnus finger spelt out it had been a proper name, 'whoever that is.'

'I'm glad they added more people if they need help,' but Hearth didn't feel very assured he was right who that could be as Will didn't look up to his usual chipper ways reading that name in particular, he'd been sour this whole chapter for once about his home.

"Tantalus?" I asked.

"The activities director," Clarisse said impatiently.

"Chiron is the activities director. And where's Argus? He's head of security. He should be here."

Clarisse made a sour face. "Argus got fired.

"The multi-eyed guy got fired before the one-eyed guy showed up, I feel like there's a missing punchline somewhere about spotting the obvious," Alex looked dubious of his own comment though of what the silent guy could have done, or was this Tantalus there to make things worse.

You two have been gone too long. Things are changing."

Percy was starting to wonder if Clarisse was going to call him a bad cow and punch him in the face, that would make more sense than what he just heard. Will had a very put out face while reading this and looked more annoyed with this remembered summer than he had been all last book when the world was in peril, so he knew he wasn't that kind of crazy yet!

"But Chiron ... He's trained kids to fight monsters for over three thousand years.

"I mean, credit for bringing in some new blood? Methods go stale with time..." but Jason couldn't rustle up much enthusiasm, Will sounded like he was reading out the centaurs eulogy and nobody was crazy enough to think this had been done for extra security or something.

He can't just be gone. What happened?"

"That happened," Clarisse snapped.

She pointed to Thalia's tree.

Every camper knew the story behind the tree. Six years ago, Grover, Annabeth, and two other demigods named Thalia and Luke had come to Camp Half-Blood chased by an army of monsters. When they got cornered on top of this hill, Thalia, a daughter of Zeus, had made her last stand here to give her friends time to reach safety. As she was dying, her father, Zeus, took pity on her and changed her into a pine tree. Her spirit had reinforced the magic borders of the camp, protecting it from monsters. The pine had been here ever since, strong and healthy.

But now, its needles were yellow. A huge pile of dead ones littered the base of the tree. In the center of the trunk, three feet from the ground, was a puncture mark the size of a bullet hole, oozing green sap.

A sliver of ice ran through my chest. Now I understood why the camp was in danger. The magical borders were failing because Thalia's tree was dying.

Someone had poisoned it.

Thalia closed her eyes against all the stares. She knew they didn't actually want anything from her like an explanation, it was pity.

She hated that tree as much as she hated the chunk of herself for having loved Luke, it was a part of her and the very thing he'd poisoned to get his way.

She didn't know what Will was waiting on, but the ugly silence wasn't making this any better as she opened her eyes and plastered a fake smile up. "It's Jason's turn, right?"

#Percy Jackson #PJO #Thalia Grace #Jason Grace #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #Hearthstone #Magnus Chase #Alex Fierro #reading the books #sea of monsters #HDYSG

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troglobite · 1 year

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hmmm

okay watching this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3HFGijKwQw

around the 54 minute mark (just before) they're talking about how realizing that, at the stage of life they're in, maybe they're dealing w their own shit that they used to see in adults when they were kids

the lack of light in the eyes, the tiredness, the "thank goodness you kids are here to give us this spark of joy and hope" and whatever

and i'm like

[stares at my childhood]

ostensibly not as bad as at least one of the people in/having that conversation in that video

and yet.

i look back at my childhood and i experience anxiety and fear and judgment and uncertainty

i loved learning, there was wonder there, and that feels the same now as it did then, in some ways, i think?

but i can't connect at all with this idea that they've now lost hope as adults.

and i'm not trying to be this fucking edgelord or whatever

i just genuinely cannot think of moments of pure joy from my childhood

okay i'll try

times w my dog, misty. times w my bird/parakeet, cuckoo.

sometimes playing games. not always--games sometimes meant severe anxiety or confusion.

um. being held. but that was often bc i needed comfort bc of extreme anxiety.

um.

oh there's one i don't remember personally but my mom shares--going to disneyland as a tiny kid and seeing cinderella and just BOLTING for her. shyest kid imaginable, i ran away from my parents in public. absurd.

um.

yeah just. literally everything has a tinge of anxiety or fear or confusion or uncertainty or feeling unmoored attached to it.

i was the classic "old soul" at times.

i also can NEVER connect w this idea that kids don't understand longterm consequences.

i did. as much as i could, i did.

i figured that shit out at 2 years old with a story that also explains a current phobia so i won't go into it.

i literally figured that shit out as the youngest i could possibly be to figure it out, and from then on i was like "nope, no thanks, i'm good"

self-preservation, often thinking through potential consequences, etc. i didn't know what it meant to be 20 years old, no. i didn't understand that. but i understood consequences and that sort of thing.

partly that was bc my parents would explain that shit to us. "if you do this, then this will happen" like rather than say "don't do that bc i say so/bc it's dangerous" they'd EXPLAIN like "if you stick a fork in a light socket you'll get hurt. that's bc the metal conducts the electricity and it goes into your body, and that is very bad and dangerous." shit like that. "don't touch a stove when i'm cooking. it's VERY hot, and not only is it hot and therefore will it hurt, but it can ruin your skin and make it hurt for weeks and weeks."

i was taught how to use the stove before i was 10. they showed me how it worked, how to check for leaking gas, when to NOT try and spark the gas bc it'd been leaking for too long. how to not touch hot things, how to be careful using pots and pans, etc.

i mean ffs i was taught how to drive at 10 years old. we had a bigass yard so my dad taught me.

and quite literally the problem in high school that i had with driving was NOT figuring out how to use the car, it was entirely getting over the TERROR of being in control of a giant metal thing around other people who i didn't trust, and having to make split second decisions.

though to be fair i still can't drive stick, i never learned. i probably could, but i am REALLY small and kind of weak now, so i think it'd go very badly.

anyway i'm rambling.

i can't relate with how people describe being a kid.

my memories of being a reckless little shit stop at like age 3 or 4. i IMMEDIATELY learned what consequences were and how to try and manage my own emotions and actions at that point.

i yelled at my dad and slammed my door once when i was VERY young.

there was a bath towel on top of my door and my door got stuck. i literally was SO careful abt slamming my door past then.

even now when i'm furious and want to slam something, i evaluate how hard i can do the thing so that it's satisfying, but won't break anything. like i'm never gonna damage something on purpose. i have been evaluating that sort of thing p much my entire life.

when ppl say as kids they "just didn't know" i can't relate. i was too afraid to find out, and i had other avenues to learn.

there's a post on here abt showing kids how baking works by testing out all their questions and "wasting" those ingredients to teach them.

and i absolutely understand the value in that!

and at the same time there's a part of me inside like

CAN YOU NOT JUST LISTEN AND LEARN AND TRUST SOMEONE IF YOU ARE GIVEN SOUND INFORMATION THAT YOU CAN CHECK FOR YOURSELF IN MYRIAD OTHER WAYS????

but no, they can't. and they shouldn't have to.

but that's how i operated.

and idk how fucked up that is. i'm not saying i'm special or Better or ANYTHING.

i started this by saying that i have no joy from my childhood. brief moments of it. having fun at recess, maybe.

but then i was also bullied and weird and people treated me like that.

i was always perpetually afraid of doing something wrong. i didn't test limits, i tried to observe them and figure them out and then stay within them. i didn't want to test them.

and idek why. it's not like i was ever DESTROYED for going outside them or testing them. idk man.

this is the part of me that i want to figure out.

why was i BORN SO AFRAID.

i just was. i was born scared.

and i guess that's the autism, right?

the world is so much scarier to an autistic person.

but it feels so unsatisfying as an answer. i'm just angry, i guess, that i was born so afraid. my mom feels guilt for it but i feel like, although she may have helped facilitate a few specific fears, she helped me navigate fear bc she treated it as legitimate.

then i just also have ocd so i'm always afraid even when i logically know i don't need to be.

i don't understand this idea of childhood joy. and i'm even a person who's been like "yeah i kinda wish i could be a kid again" but to me i picture something different to what i had, and i mostly want to abdicate all responsibility that i currently have.

idfk man.

anyway. rant over i guess.

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troymperry · 9 months

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Nothing like looking at architecture to remind you how poor you are. Lol I've helped raise metal-structures before (helped install playground-equipment) poured concrete twice now, and even helped install a window for this guy's company I used to go to school with.. Hell, I even filed for an LLC with the state regarding a contracting business I began but naively tossed the paperwork - just to see if I could! My grandpa was a home-builder, and I thought I was going to join that trade growing up; but then banks started giving out faulty loans circa 2008, and the business closed.

My dad worked with for his dad, and my mom has suggested he was next in line for the CEO position.. Idk, I messaged some architect I respect (although I don't believe any of his designs have been built yet, but he shows a lot of promise) yesterday that I might just be an autistic-schizo for liking architecture simply because my last name is reminiscent of Paris, France -_+

I also ponder whether my new-found interest in architecture is related to my lack of passion of UI/UX, but I hope these two interests of mine cross paths down the road, so to speak. In the movie "Click" with Adam Sandler, a futuristic piece of design software is shown with potentiometers and whatnot, but it's just so hard to be cognizant of budget-constraints and justifying beauty. I think the avenue for aesthetically-pleasing structures is minimal, but maybe there's an opportunity for creating functional structures with details of subjectivity, or something..

Idk, my grandpa also owned a shopping-mall in Grandview, Missouri, which is kind of cool... I suppose he began idealistic, but ultimately compromised for functionality/economics. I DON'T want to be a dreamer devoid of objective truth, but I'm searching for that middle ground. Moreover, liking something simply because your last name is reminiscent of an artifact of it is kind of a weak reason to pursue something, but my relation to architecture is.. well currently it's non-existent, and I think it's best I leave it at that, for now.

A nutty-professor from the art school I went to suggested that I try to use this plugin for "Rhinoceros" (see my design two photos above w/ software) that is node-based... more on that in a second. The node-based editor - rawr, is the photo right above this paragraph as well, and all aside, is for parametric designs, I believe. Now, when I say that a nutty-professor "suggested" that I use the design software, what I really ought to have said was "challenged".. He put out a video calling for individuals to conceptualize a 200-hay bale structure that he would build. For some reason though, I thought the bales were like - big, so I didn't believe any legitimate form would be fabricated.

I don't know - I wasn't even thinking like an architect at that point. It wasn't until I filed for the LLC last year that I really began to understand the beauty/power in creating physical space. Also, I leased some office-space from one of those co-working companies on the Plaza (privately-owned shopping center in Kansas City, Missouri) for my contracting company, too, but I am NOT a business man, and I never even went to the office once. There's a bunch of hurdles to practice business "legally", and in a co-working space, it just didn't make sense.

I found out about this company (see their advertisement above) that allegedly approved me to a $350,000 loan amount, but I suppose I didn't trust the fellow I had made a "connection" with at the company - I don't think overweight people care about aesthetics. Moreover, he was so liberal, that I believed he didn't even have the ability to create a solid structure via a contract! His words were water, and not set in stone... I suppose I didn't really help the cause too much, but I felt like he had all the power, considering he had a business; but it just felt wrong. Oh, and the worst part for me was that he said the contractors I hire wouldn't even get paid until they were done, so I just felt like the money wasn't there, and there wasn't a whole lot of mentorship in the space, so I sort of withdrew..

I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I'm just not cut out for UI/UX related tasks. I think if anything I'm kind of just disillusioned by the whole thing. I'm starting to realize now, more than ever, that money is reason things get put together, regardless of in the computer-space, or in the physical one.. Which then funnels back to, alright, well what are the values that produce money, or the products that produce economic-profit, which I do think is computers. It's all so backwards, and my heart isn't in it, so I have no idea what the future has in store for me. Hopefully I don't turn into a punk or something, or lose my ethical-compass. Maybe I should look back into theatre..

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juvederm · 6 months

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chris hcs that are probably on my account somewhere but i'm compiling them all

is an only child

was rly close w his mom, he's def a mommas boy

his dad is an asshole, very mean spirited and strict

was forced to do sports until he was in hs, he played basketball and football but quit in his sophomore year (much to his dad's anger) and he's not rly good at either anymore

loves watching documentaries on how stuff is made or things relating to stuff around the world

often goes down wikipedia rabbit holes

was also forced to go to the gym (along w his dad), hated it and also stopped going in his final year of hs (again his dad was annoyed)

tall as fuck, he's like 6'3 (he might be shorter in game like maybe 6'1? not sure but he's def taller than josh canonically)

lost his mom at 15 to an illness, chris doesn't like to talk abt it with anyone besides josh

professional fidgeter

loves FPS games, doesn't rly like story games thaaat much unless they have a decent amount of action

not big on anime but he has like 5 favorites (code geass, full metal alchemist, one punch man, i had others but forgot loool)

binges shows on the regular, often finishes them in one night bc hes that invested

not the best at academics, he excelled in english though but hates math and science (contrary to josh who loves those subjects)

josh and ashley both tutored him at one point

worked at a gelato shop for like a year

his favorite color is blue

he's a cancer (june 25th)

plays fighting games with josh (they mostly play SF and tekken and sometimes super smash bros)

collects weird figurines from thrift stores, has a whole shelf of them

has autism but was unaware and undiagnosed until he was in college

his dad used to be in the military which is why he's big on exercise and "being a man", chris hated this bad hence why he was closer to his mom who let him do whatever

bisexual as fuck, was closeted/didn't say shit abt it bc his dad is insane and high school was brutal abt it, he came out in college

he takes computer science courses

his first kiss was josh

he actually has a lot more dating experience than josh does (who never dated in hs or college)

i got this from messofcurls but chris being good at beer pong is something i've accepted into my headcanon

boom. i think that's it?? i might add more if i think of them :3

#chris and josh r ones that i have extensively added to only bc #well i added a lot for josh and a lot of them had to include chris and the twins #i might do one for hannah and beth then as well #josh #chris

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beomglocks · 3 years

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happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years

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part 5 to future kids w/ Tetsutetsu & Iida or miro? pls

a/n: um agreed imma do it

This might be the last one idk cause I don’t wanna start repeating the stories ya know

Part 5 future kids

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

Part 7

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Funny story

Kendo was the one to find the boy and bring him to you two

Funnier story

You two were making out in his room when she knocked

Funniest story

You actually covered it up

Anyways

Kendo knocks on your door right?

You trip over yourself trying to get off of Tetsu

Eventually he answers the door while you straighten yourself a bit

“Oh hey Kendo... and child who looks like me,”

You sighed a came up next to him

You could say he was wrong though

Kendo had a 13 year older next to her that looked like Tetsutetsu almost to a tee

There was something that was off but you couldn’t really place it

Said 13 year old look incredibly relieved when you popped up

“Oh thank god, I thought you were taking me to the teacher,” he sighed

“I should have,”

“Um what’s going on?” You asked

“Ahh well, this is Tatsuzo and he said that he needed to talk to you two right away,” she pushed him into the room with you both

“Now i can hear Monoma yelling from here have a nice time,” and with that she left

Tetsu and Tatsuzo stared at each other for a minute before you cleared your throat

“Well Tatsuzo, I’m—“

“Y/n ya mom I know,” he waved you off

“Mom? Y/n isn’t a mom?”

Tetsu was so confused

Not that you weren’t either

The kid paused before his eyes widened

“Oh shoot wait did I say— I meant I already know your name, ya!”

Honestly you would have believed him if he didn’t look so desperate for it

Not to mention over the next hour he kept slipping up with moms, dads, and at one point there was a mention of a older girl named Emi and a younger boy named Kenshin.

When you asked about them he just stutter and changed the subject not so smoothly

There was another point that he sneezed and his body turned to metal, like Tetsutetsu

Tetsu found it so cool that they could do the same thing

You on the other hand had the moment of ohhhh I get it now

At one point Tetsu had to leave the room and you just leaned back and looked at the kid

“So are we gunna tell him or just leave him in the dark?”

“W-what??! What are you talking about?”

“The fact that your his kid! Well will be his kid,”

“Hold on Are you not freaked out at all that your kid from the future is just here in front of you?”

You paused before smiling widely

“OH MY GOD! You’re my kid too!!?? YAY! Oh that’s why you look more familiar than I thought! You’ve got my nose!” You laughed

He rolled his eyes

Everyone thinks Tetsu is the dumb one

But in reality it’s both of you

In the end Tetsu never found out untill right as he was going back

Well sort of at least

Tatsuzo saw himself leaving and hugged you both

“Bye mom don’t do anything stupid, bye dad don’t do anything stupider,”

“Ha! He called us mom and dad again. Imagine if we actually were, you would have to be from the future or something tho,” Tetsu laughed at himself

You and Tatsuzo shared a glance and a smile before he disappeared

“WOAH WAIT WAS HE ACTUALLY FROM THE FUTURE????”

“Yes babe yes he was,”

“Cool!”

A slight pause

“So like can we start making out again orrr”

“TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU!”

“What it’s an honest question

Tenya Iida

This happened in the MIDDLE of class

Ectoplasm was getting into his lesson when there was a quiet knock on the door

He opened it and looked down to find a 7 year old looking mildly panicked

Ectoplasm just looks at him and blinks

Wait does he blink??

Like have you ever seen him blink??

Hold up

Anyways I’m where was I

“Child Are you ok? How did you get here?”

“Um well I don’t really know— um I was at school and a kid got his quirk and then I showed up here,” he was polite for a kid on the brink of tears

The class watched the two waiting to see what would happen

“Well ok then, Y/n! Take, sorry what is your name child?”

“Hero Iida,”

“Hero Iida— oh Iida you must be Iidas younger brother!”

“Sir i don’t have a younger brother,” Tenya stood up and moved his hands robotically

“Sir it’s ok. I’ll take him tot he office still,” you slowly stood and went over to him, dropping down to his height and holding out your hand “I’m y/n Hiro,”

The kid just looked at you wide eyed

“Y-you look like mom though?” He tilted his head a bit

“Oh? What’s your moms name?” You asked

“Um Y/n Iida,” he squinted at you. “Are you sure your not mommy? I dont believe you.”

Iida was on his feet in half a second

“Hiro! What is your fathers name?” Once again his hands were robot like

The kid looked over to him and looked so confused for a moment before he smiled

“Daddy does that too!! He always does it when talking to uncle Deku and Shoto when they do something wrong!” Hiro giggled

All of you stared at him

Uncle who now??

“You look like daddy, but daddy is bigger than you. WOW you have engines like him too!! Hes a hero you know! His names engeniume and he’s super cool!” Hiro was talking animatedly and turned to you half way through

You stared at him

I mean he did have Iidas face

And had the signature calf engines

But his hair wasn’t the right color

Or his eyes

Those looked closer to yours

Closer to yours

Wait

“Um Sir can Iida come with me?” You suddenly shot up

Ectoplasm looked from you to the kid to Iida and sighed before nodding

You hoisted Hiro up and walked out to the hallway, Iida on your heels

“Hey Hiro, what’s you dads name?” You asked gently while you three headed to the teachers lounge

“Tenya Iida!!”

“Hiro I am not your—“ you was cut off by your finger on his lips

You gave him a look that said go with it and you would explain

Hiro laughed in your arms

“Ooo mommy only does that when your saying to much,” you laughed and messed with your hair a bit while you walked

“Oh yes and daddy is definitely saying to much,” you laughed and side glanced him

His cheeks were bright red with that comment

He chose to shut up for a while

When you got to the teachers lounge Midnight took the kid with a little hesitation from Hiro and you talked with Iida

“I’m pretty sure that he’s from the future,” you said quietly”

“But that’s impossible?!”

“No it’s not Tenya, you can run fast than a train if you tried, Midoryia could hold up and elephant on one arm if he wanted,” you smirked a bit when you were met with his flustered face

“I-I guess so,” he put his arms back down

Then Hiro came running up to you both and started showing you a paper he had with a bunch of scribbles

In all honesty you had no idea what it was but you went with it

You helped him fold it and put it away when you noticed his hand starting to get clear

You assumed that he was going back with that

He on the other hand was holding back tears

“M-mommy what h-hap-happenening??!” He shook his hand as if to stop it going clear

You patted his head, Iida ruffling his hair after you

“It’s alright hun, youll be back in school soon ok?”

He looked between you and Iida before nodding

When he was fully back you and Iida walked to lunch with the bell

“Ahem, so Y/n,”

“Mhmm?” You smiled knowing what was coming

“Would this be a good opportunity to be able to take you out for food?” His hands wer in robot mode again

You laughed

“Yes Tenya this is a very good opportunity,”

“Good,”

“OH!! Can we get sushi??”

“I guess so,”

“YES!”

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romione-trope-fest · 2 years

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An Otter Kind of Moment

We love this Sixth Year AU from Iris Blanche!

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By: Iris Blanche

Trope: Sixth year AU

Summary: Ron’s parents just wanted to see their kids Patronus's, he didn't know it would bring on a life altering discovery. What if Ron’s Patronus changed? What would that mean?

Word count: about 3700

Teen: for light swearing

~Realization~

An otter, a bloody otter.

I'm doomed, that's not my Patronus. My Patronus is a Jack Russell Terrier. I had only really done it as a joke, that's all this was supposed to be. Not a life-shattering realization. Mum and Dad just wanted us to show them our Patronus’s. They had reassured us it was ok. The twins were at work. Bill and Fleur were out wedding planning. Hermione was about to come to the burrow and we were left with nothing to do after all the cleaning. Even if she wouldn’t have cared at all about how clean the house it was. Dad has somehow convinced mom to let us do it. Just once and then never again. With a side of don't tell your brothers.

Ginny waved her wand and the silver horse zoomed around the garden. Our parents were clapping happily, I got ready to cast mine. Rolling up my slaves to reveal the long scars on my arms.

"Ron your turn," Dad chimed, I stepped up and raised my wand.

"Expecto patronum," I shouted. I had told everyone it was a dog, a bloody dog. But the silver dog did not make an appearance. The silver otter zoomed and crashed around the garden. My head when blank, not a single thought would dare go into my mind.

My face must have been as shocked and horrified as I was at that moment. Ginny had a knowing look on her face. Though my parents looked confused. I couldn't face them, how do you explain you fell hopelessly in love with your best friend. I turned on my heels practically running up to my bedroom as fast as I could.

That wasn't my Patronus.

But it sure as hell was Hermione's Patronus.

I messed up. I fell in love with her, I mean I always did fancy her. How could I not? She was… well Hermione. What's not to love. But I always thought I had it under control. I thought that maybe I would be able to ignore it, and one day it would just go away. One day my heart wouldn't flutter when she walked into a room. Maybe one day I could look her in the eyes without wanting to kiss her. Maybe one day I would crush the desperate parts on my mind that held onto the idea that maybe just maybe she might like me back.

But no… I managed to fall so head over heels in love with her that now I have a constant reminder. Physical proof that I was a hopeless idiot.

Well, I'd rather have found that out now instead of later. I thought, what if had cast it in front of Hermione. She would never speak to me again. Pathetic.

I sighed wondering when the change happened, it couldn’t have been very long ago. It was still a Jack Russell Terror a few months ago. I mean we had spent a lot of time together in the hospital wing after the department of mysteries. My face turned hot as the moment came to me. It was perfect just for a minute. For a single second, I let myself believe it was possible that Hermione liked me.

~~~o0o~~~

It was the second last day before we were supposed to leave the hospital wing. My nightmares hadn’t stopped. The brain’s memories infected me every night, unfortunately, they were not very happy memories. Whoever’s head that was, they did not have a very fun life.

For what felt like the hundredth time I woke up screaming, the man had been a muggle. At least that's my guess. He was in a hole, all the people around him were warring green. They were holding long metal tubes and loud explosions were always in the background. I still wasn't sure what was going on. But what I did know was that the man was scared. Very scared, the large carven they were in collapsed and the man screamed. Buried alive… not dead but always remembering scared it would happen again.

The screaming came from me as I woke up. Hermione ran over to my bed as I sobbed. I didn't want to cry in front of her but the overwhelming emotion was unstoppable. Maybe it was the concern on her face. No, she always has that look on her face. It was defiantly what she did next.

She wrapped her arms around me. Her arms reached over my shoulder and she barred her head in the crook of my neck. I think it was the first time in a very very long time I let myself cry. I felt safe, she wouldn’t dare make fun of me for crying. She would just sit there and comfort me. A part of my brain I usually snuffed out took control. I reciprocated the hug. I squeezed her sight to be taking comfort in the rose smell coming off her hair and the way her curls bounced slightly with every shaky breath a took.

“Your ok, I’m here,” she whispered in the dead of the night. She pulled away from me looking me dead in the eye, it was calm yet determent look. As though willing me to stop crying. The moon was still bright, not full but close. It acuminated everything I love about her. Each of her curls defined and messy, her brown eyes lit with a fervor of dreams. The way she smiled sweetly at me, comforting me, even though I knew she was hurting just as much if not more. A perfect moment. The words “I love you” lay on my tongue so thick I practically had to spit them out. I needed her to know, but I didn’t want her to. My heart and my brain battling for control over what to do. My brain won.

~~~o0o~~~

I could have hit myself. I did it, I messed everything up so shortly it was almost impressive. I was in love with her. And now Ginny and my parents knew it. Well at least Ginny did, and Ginny has lost the admirable ability to keep her mouth shut when asked. I let out an audible grown. The worst part is that Hermione is going to be here in a couple hours and I have to exist around her normally. I’m fucking domed. The door to my room squeaked open behind me as I freaked several flips out.

“Soooooo, do you have something to tell me?” My little sister crooned. I could feel the smirk on her face. OHHHHH NO. I slowly turned around cringing as I waited for her to start making fun of me. She was smirking, in fact, the evil smile on her face was reminiscent of a demon about to devour a soal.

“What do you mean,” I said no silently, hoping she would just go away. I didn’t want to talk about it, I was still

“Are you dating?” she asked her face still smirking. I cringed again, as much as I wanted to tell her that we were dating it wasn’t true. The even sadder part is was that it will probably never be true.

“No,” I said painfully. I crossed my arms and averted my gaze.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she agonized.

“Go on mock me,” I exhaled, it was inevitable that she would make fun of me. Might as well get it over with.

“I always knew you liked her but…” She sighed.

“I didn’t think it was this bad either,” I confused. She looked at me confused.

“Why is it bad? She would make a much better sister in law than Phlegm,”

“Your mental, we’re not even dating,” I blushed feeling like my world was on fire. Hermione and me get married, in my dreams maybe.

“What? You don’t want to marry her?”

“That's not what I meant,”

“So you DO want to marry her,”

“Ginny just please don’t tell her, or mum for that matter. I don’t want to deal with this right now,” I begged.

“Oh come on, you told them your Patronus was a dog, Ron. You have to give them some kind of explanation. Not to mention the fact that you ran out immediately after you casted the damned thing. Their confused and mom wants an explanation. She thinks you lied to her about the form your Patronus takes. You either need to tell them the truth or come up with a suitable lie,” Ginny bellowed hitting me on the top of the head. I gave a small yelp rubbing the top of my head.

“Ok,” I grumbled racking my brain for anything I could say that would possibly justify the stunt I just pulled. “Can I just be left alone for a little bit, I need to think,”

“Fine but I don’t know how long I can hold them off,”

“Thanks your the best,” I smiled. A little bit more brown nosing then usual but worth it. Ginny gave a loud snort and walked toward the door.

“I know Ron, I know,” Ginny laughed closing the door behind her.

I managed to stay locked in my room till dinner, Ginny did her job and kept mom and dad away from me. Unfortunately when dinner rolled around I could no longer hold off the awkward conversation I had forced upon myself. Mom had made food with Fleur to her great displeasure. I sat down at my usual seat at the table. I sighed quietly and regretting it almost immediately. Fred and George looked at me evilly.

“What's bothering you Ronikins,” Fred smirked.

“Or are you just being an angst teenager,” George teased.

“I think we all could use an explanation to why you rushed off as soon as you cast your Patronus, we broke an important rule so you could show us your Patronus and then you lie about the form it took”

“I didn’t lie though, last time I checked it was a Jack Russell Tarrier,” I defended standing up forcefully.

“So it changed… why?” mom asked. Ginny was sitting quietly in the corner eating trying to not be apart of the conversation.

“Why would I tell you that,” I spat back in anger.

“Because I’m your mother. Not only that there are only a couple reasons why it could change. Your personality hasn’t change that much, what I would like to know is why did it change from a dog to an otter,” Mom said anger dripping from evert syllable.

“AN OTTER,” the twins shouted in complete disbelief.

“Yes boys don’t shout,” mom huffed crossing her arms. The twins were shocked speechless after their little outburst. I knew I was screwed, Ginny may have some respect for me but the twins will not be as merciful. “What do you two know,” Mom demand to know. My whole body stiffened as my older brothers worked out weather or not to tell her. The looked at each other silently contemplating if they hated me more or less then they loved me. The back and forth was cut short by the a loud knock at the door. My blood ran cold as I remembered Hermione was coming today. Oh no, time to act like an actual human… I’m gonna die here.

~Hiding~

Ron was acting strange. He seemed to be avoiding me. His face would flush every time I looked at him and he found almost any excuse in the book to leave the room I was in. No not just Ron everyone was acting weird. Ginny had a permanent smirk on her face that after days of being at the burrow would not go away. The twins (when they weren't at their shop) would giggle profusely in my presence. The rest of the Weasleys were acting normal and seemed just as confused as I was at the behavior or there children and or siblings.

I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. Ron didn’t want to be anywhere near me, he was embarrassed to be in the same room as me. I had a feeling it had something to do with what I said before we left the train.

~~~o0o~~~

We had walked off to do rounds together around the train, I was still shaken by the events of the week before. Hearing him scream every night when we were in the hospital wing was the hardest thing I have ever done. I wanted to run over to him every night to stop the screaming, but I knew that he would never except my help. I would be overstepping my boundaries if I went over there. But on the last day I broke. I went over to him and I hugged him.

He cried, Ron cried. I had never seen him cry before. It was the most intimate moment we have ever had together. The way he wrapped his hands around me, using me for comfort. It felt selfish to enjoy the moment considering the amount of pain he was going through. I loved the shiver up my spine when he hugged me back. It wasn’t the point of me going over there but it was a happy surprise.

“I never said thank you for helping me the other night,” He said as we continued to walk through the hallways. I blushed profusely hoping he hadn’t notice. His voice was quieter then normal like he was afraid of saying it too loud.

“No problem,” I blushed feeling more sheepish then I had ever in my entire life. He turned to he leaning down slightly to my eye level. He had always been slightly taller then me but after second year the gape between the two of our heights grew. My heart was screaming that he was about to kiss me but he stopped right before he was even close enough to kiss me.

“I’m glad you were the one to be there. I don’t think I would have trusted anyone else with that situation. Most people probably would have made fun of me for crying,” he murmured. My heart sored as the most genuine words I have ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Your welcome,” I said trying to keep my voice flat as I looked into his sapphire blue eyes. It was the most sincere I had ever seen him. The color of my face was akin to his bright red hair. He turned around handing back to our compartment.

~~~o0o~~~

Did he notice how much I was blushing, could he tell that I like him. Was he avoiding me because he knew I fancy him? Was he uncomfortable with that. Oh no. Had I ruined everything. Ginny wouldn’t tell me anything though I could tell she knew something just by the way she looked at me.

A couple of days past and the weird interactions with Ron continued. He had ordered a book on Patronus’s (a topic I know he had no interest in). He spent most of the day after he go it reading it. He was so immersed with it that he didn’t notice I was watching him. He looked panicked as he started reading it but as he got to the halfway point of the book the very little colour in his pale face drained. He flipped through the book frantically but he slowly looked more horrified as he scanned the pages. It was one of the most confusing things I have ever seen.

It made me feel slightly better that he seemed to be ignoring everyone and not just me. Ron used to be extremely affected by Fleur, but her magic wasn’t affecting him. He just seemed to treat her like a normal person. It was the only thing I like about this version of Ron, at least he wasn’t founding over her while being uncomfortable with my affections.

I really just wanted to go to sleep tonight. But I just kept going over Ron’s behavior for the last few days. So what if he knows I’m in love with him he can’t just act like this, I thought indignantly. I shook my head. Yes he can, I mentality sighed, he has every right to be uncomfortable with the situation. But he could at least have the decency to tell me he needs space, especially after what he said to me on the train. I argued with myself. I need to talk to him, well not now obviously. Yes now… GO.

Before I knew what I was doing I was at Ron’s bedroom door. I softly knocked on the door realizing what I had just done as soon as he answered the door. His red hair was spiked and messy around his head. He was wearing old flannel pajamas bottoms that were way too small for him. And no shirt. The world hates me. His freckles extended all over his body and around his chest and abdomen, which I was doing a horrible job of not staring at. His arms were covered in the bright swirly scars. He was more muscular then I first imagined, quidditch had done him some good. His blue eyes were blurry from sleep.

“Hermione what are you doing… it’s two in the morning,” he mumbled rubbing his eyes. I desperately needed him to to put a shirt on or I was going to explode, his muscles flexed as he circled his fingers around his eyes.

“Can we talk,” I said quietly not looking him in the eyes.

~Confrontation~

All the tiredness in my brain flew away as she sheepishly looked away from me. Ginny told her… Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOO. If I thought I was freaking several flips out before I was wrong very wrong. My breath quickened and I suddenly felt like being anywhere else would be better. Were is Harry’s invisibility clock when you need it.

“S-u…re,” I stuttered barley able to hold myself together. I stood in the door frame feeling rather stupid.

“Can I come in,”

“Mmmm yes,” I blurted out. I moved out of the door frame moving back to my bed. She sat next to me on the bed, I felt like my whole body was on fire as she looked directly at me. Her eyes were filled with hurt and I realized I had messed up more then I originally thought. Was she hurt that I liked her, did I break some kind of trust. Some unbroken promise that I didn’t know about.

“Ron…” I took in a sharp breath not sure what she was going to say next but knowing it wouldn’t be good. “Why have you been avoiding me?” she said looking like she might start crying. OH, HOW DID I MANGE TO SCREW THIS UP. AHHHHHHHH, I’M AN IDIOT. SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME.

“I-I-I,” I stammered. Coherent thought left my brain never to be seen again. The only sound my brain dare make is the faint noise of distant screaming.

“Did I do something wrong,”

“No,” I sighed. But I did. After reading through the Patronus book I knew that I was even more pathetic then I thought. I read over the sections about why a Patronus would change and: Love is one of the reasons why a Patronus can change. But not just any kind of love. your Patronus changes if its eternal love- part of you forever. Forever, AHHHHHHH. There’s no way to change it back, I’m so domed.

“The what's going on, are you ok… are the nightmares getting bad. Are you just ignoring everyone,”

“Hermione I’m sorry I hurt you… that wasn’t my intention,”

“Then what's going on,”

“If I tell you, you have to promise me you won't get mad… or never speak to me again,” I gulped. What was I doing? No going back now I guess. I thought for a moment how I could get out of this but the words flew out of my mouth faster then I could think. I looked down at her hoping maybe she wouldn’t have heard me.

“I promise,” she said softly. She looked worried and in a way I didn’t actually believe her, but I there was no way I could keep hiding this from Hermione. If I need I would have to never speak to her again. At least this way she would be the one never speaking to me again. I got up off the bed and found my wand which was on the side of small room. In a house full of adult witches' and wizard's there would be several more likely candidates who would cast a Patronus. Plus most people don’t know I can cast one. The ministry will just assume someone else did it. Hermione looked at me confused for a moment but didn’t question it.

I thought of a happy memory, I tried to think of one that didn’t involve Hermione. But I couldn’t, most of my happiest memories involved her (or Harry for that matter). I took a breath hating what I was about to do.

“Expecto Patronum,” I breathed, the silver light filled the empty room. The otter flouted around her. Hermione looked bewildered as she stared at the otter, then a look of realization. I put the wand down as the sliver otter faded out of the room. I took another deep breath and stood in front of her waiting for her to say something. She stood up from the bed and come quickly up to me and I flinched half expecting to be slapped. Then she did something unexpected, she kissed me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her. I grabbed her waist feeling a peace I hadn't in days. I pulled back from our kiss and leaned my forehead agented hers. I don’t know what was going to happen next with the world. But everything is going to be fine. With her right here the world seemed right for the first time in a very long time. And whatever the world was going to through at me was going to be ok.

#submission

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moistmailman · 3 years

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*At the back of Beacon’s library*

Pyrrha, sitting at a table by herself: *completely engrossed by something*

Jaune, sneaking up from behind:.........*grabs her by the hips* Whatchu’ doing back here young lady? *kisses her cheek*

Pyrrha: *squeaks loudly while nearly jumping out of her skin*

Jaune: *laughs*

Pyrrha, blushing and pouting: J-Jaune! D-don’t do that. You nearly gave me a heart attack.

Jaune, chuckling: My bad. It’s just that it’s not everyday you can get the drop on the Pyrrha Nikos. *pulls up chair* So what are you doing back here all by your little self anyway?

Pyrrha, awkwardly: O-oh, uhm...I uhm....

*Jaune looks a the table to see a figure of a car with other pieces near it and an instruction pamphlet*

Jaune, raising an eyebrow: Wait, are you building a model car?

Pyrrha, blushing: M-maybe. I-it’s uhm.....it’s a model from Back To the Future.

Jaune: Back to the future? That old movie franchise from the dinosaur ages?

Pyrrha, slightly defensively: It’s not that old, but yes, that franchise.

Jaune: Oh my god. I can’t believe my girlfriend is such a dork.

Pyrrha, blushing: H-hey. I-I’m not a d-dork!

Jaune, snorting: Relax, I’m only joking....partially. Being a dork can be cute nowadays. I mean, you should know. You’re dating me of all people.

Pyrrha: *cutely pouts at her boyfriend’s teasings*

Jaune: So you bought yourself figure from the movie?

Pyrrha, smiling embarrassed: Well I wasn’t really planning on buying it. It’s just kinda happened. My dad randomly sent me a link to this because it was on sale. Next thing I know it was already in my cart.

Jaune: You dad sent you it?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh yes! My dad’s also a huge fan. He’s the one who got me in the franchise. He took me to see all of them in theater; you see, the movies were playing in my neighborhood’s theaters because of one of it’s anniversaries, and my dad wanted to see them again. Although he also had to watch me while my mother was away, and instead of hiring a baby sitter he decided to just take me along with him.

Jaune, nodding: Oh?

Pyrrha, smiling giddily: I remember the first time seeing it. I was amazed the entire time. They were so fantastic and magical to me. I loved them so much. I asked my dad so many times to go see them again afterwards, and each time he did, at least for a week that is, then he grew tired of it. He had to buy me the DVD set so he could get one free day to himself. *chuckles* He used to make jokes about it on how he “accidentally created a monster”. I was so happy when I got the DVDs though. I’ve watch them so many times. Every day after school for like a month straight. My mother used to call me her ‘little time traveler’ and I also liked to pretended that I was time traveling in my blanket forts. I also— Eh?

Jaune: *chuckling*

Pyrrha: What’s funny?

Jaune, chuckling: Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never really seen you talk about something you this passionate about. It’s really dorky, but in a cute way.

Pyrrha: *blushes*

Jaune: So anyway, this is the car they used in the movies? Looks kinda weird.

Pyrrha: Yeah. The car model they used wasn’t actually that popular at the times. It was lacking behind compared to the other cars. It’s only became popular because of the movie franchise in fact. The only reason they chose the DeLorean in the first place was because Doc thought it looked stylish.

Jaune, raising an eyebrow: Doc?

Pyrrha: One of the main characters. He’s the one who made the time machine. He got the idea when he hit his head on his toilet while putting up a clock. He then wrote down the idea for the flux capacitor so he wouldn’t forget it. OH! Which is this thing right here!

*Pyrrha shows Jaune a tiny metal box that has a glass case in it, a Y shape object being inside it*

Pyrrha, with stars in her eyes: This bad boy is the reason why the DeLereon can go back in time in the first place. In order for it to work the car has to reach a speed limit of 88 miles per hour and requires 1.21 gigawatts to activate.

Jaune: *smiles at his rambling girlfriend*

Pyrrha: Originally the car ran on plutonium, which the Doc has to steal from a group of terrorists, who in returned killed him, forcing Marty to flee back in time in order to escape. Marty then— OH! I forgot about the main protagonist! Marty is a friend’s of Doc. He’s a high schooler he hangs out with. They never explained how they met in the franchise so it’s kinda up to speculations. Anyway, Marty is kinda a rebel like character. He’s not afraid to talk back to authority and fight someone, unlike his father; whose the complete opposite of his son.

Jaune, internally: God she’s so cute.

Pyrrha: Anywho, Marty goes back in time which kickstarted the whole movie’s events. He accidentally messed with the timeline and nearly erased his whole existence until he got his parents to fall in love at the dance, OH, and he technically invented Jonnny B Goode during the dance. After Marty saved his existence he went back to the present when he finds out that Doc actually survived because he was wearing a bullet-proof vest since Marty told him abou— oh gosh! I forgot to mentioned that Marty met past Doc as well! You see, Marty didn’t have the means to go back to the present, so he went to Past Doc’s house to get help. Obviously he didn’t believe Marty at first when he told him about it, until the boy showed him— w-Wait, why are you laughing again?

Jaune, chuckling: Cause of your ramblings. It’s adorable, I swear. I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s precious.

Pyrrha, blushes again: I just really like this franchise is all.

Jaune, smiling: Look, instead of telling me about the movies, you wanna watch them together instead?

Pyrrha, eyes instantly sparking with joy: Really? You want to?

Jaune: Of course. Why not? Sounds great. You watched all of the lord of the rings with me, so it’s the least I could do.

Pyrrha, happily: Oh gosh! I can’t wait then! I can get my dad to send me my DVDs and we can watch them immediately! I can’t wait!

Jaune: That sounds great. *stands up* Anyway, I think I should allow you to finish this model of yours.

Pyrrha, confused: My mode— oh! I forgot about the model I’m building. *slightly laughs in embarrassment* S-So is next week good for you?

Jaune: It’d be perfect. See you later. *leaves*

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Bye. Okay, now let me finish this thing finally. *goes back to building the DeLorean

#Rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #pyrrha x jaune #we need more dorky Pyrrha

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mostlydysfunction · 3 years

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From The Stars, Part 9

Summary: Kira moved out of town for isolation and peace and quiet. But that quickly gets turned on its head when a spaceship crash lands not far from her house and a strange creature decides she's its new queen. Luck had never been on Kira's side, but things are going to get a lot worse for her as she's forced into this new role and everything her new alien subject thinks it entails.

Warnings: Lying, shady parents, some hinted at violence at the end.

Authors Note: Again, this has been up on my Ao3 since like February. Link is in my masterlist if you prefer to follow there and get updates sooner. There’s going to be only a couple more parts to this one however, so might not even matter.

MASTERLIST

Kira watches the SUV roll down the hill and into the lake. It’s cloudy, the moon and stars covered, bathing the trees in darkness. Kira’s only light is from the flashlight in her hand, aimed at the SUV currently sinking in the lake. She won’t move until it’s gone under completely, not wanting anyone to see what’s happening.

Two months ago if you had told her she would be standing in the woods in the middle of the night sinking a federal agent’s SUV in the lake to cover up their murder by her alien babies, she would have thought you were insane. But now she felt nothing. Her babies needed to eat and it was just unfortunate that the Feds happened to be the first to show up.

Kira waits until the bubbles have stopped before turning, making her way up the hill and back to the road. It’s a bit of a hike back to her house, the air cold enough she can see her breath fog in front of her. Her mind goes to her children and if they’re warm enough in the barn. Her alien hadn’t shown any signs of minding the cold, but her children were obviously different than him, and she can’t help but wonder if they can tell the temperature difference.

She feels a sense of urgency as she gets closer to her house, hating being apart from her family. They were her family now. Her children, their father. She doesn’t understand the relationship between them, she doesn’t even know if it’s biologically possible for her to love an alien. Humans could feel emotions towards animals, inanimate objects. Emotions including love. Who’s to say it’s not possible to feel the same for an alien lifeform she has no communication with who had forcibly impregnated her with his eggs. Maybe it’s only the oxytocin talking, the immediate motherly instinct she had felt over her babies that was drawing her closer to her alien. Or maybe it was because around him, she felt safe.

Kira opens the door to her barn when she returns to her property, quickly closing it behind her as her babies run up to her. They’re hip-height now, growing faster than she thought possible. All eight of them surround her, bumping her gently with their heads. She smiles down at them, patting them each on their smooth heads. They let out content little cries, warming Kira’s heart. Her alien approaches her, nudging her gently with his own head. She gently strokes its elongated head, leaning against him.

Her eyes drift closed, her brain buzzing with energy. She focuses on it more and finds she can see with her eyes closed. The barn looks distorted like she’s seeing out of a fish-eye lens. The colors are darker, not quite as vibrant with her own eyes, but she can hear every small sound wave bouncing off the walls. She can hear something speaking, not words but a sort of idea in her mind. She can feel her eight babies around her, all of them like strings connected to her mind.

She wants to lose herself in the sensations, bury herself in them, and never come out, but her phone vibrating in her pocket snaps her out of it. She pulls away from her alien, her brain reeling for a moment before she centers herself back on Earth.

“I have to take this. I’ll be back.” She says, backing away from her babies and her alien.

She leaves them in the barn, heading back towards her house. She looks at her phone. She doesn’t want to answer, but she knows she has to.

“Hello?”

“Kira? God, I thought something had happened to you! I was going to come and check on you but...you sounded so sick when we talked last and then you weren’t answering.”

Kira feels a pang of guilt in her chest. “I’m sorry, dad. I was on some heavy meds. It was some kind of viral thing. Wiped me out for a few days. I didn’t even think to look at my phone. I’m doing better now though.”

“That’s good. That’s...really good.”

“Do you want to come over? Catch up a little?”

“Yes. That would be great.”

*********

Kira sets the cups of coffee on the kitchen table before taking a seat. Her dad looks old. Older than the last time she saw him. He’s had something on his mind. She can tell by how messy his hair looks. He would always run his fingers through his hair repeatedly when he was thinking hard. Her mother used to joke he’d go bald from doing it one day. Now that she looked at him, Kira can see his hair is thinning. There are dark circles under his eyes and he looks about as bad as she does, but she doesn't think he birthed alien eggs days ago.

“Kira...I’ve had a lot on my mind recently. About you. About this place.”

Kira sips her coffee. It’s scalding but she can’t bring herself to care. She hums in response, letting him continue.

He runs his finger in a circle around the rim of the cup. It’s an old habit. It means bad news. “You’re all alone out here. I shouldn’t have left you out here by yourself. But...your mother...I just couldn’t...”

Kira reaches out, putting a hand over his. It feels strange to her, to touch human skin again. She almost doesn’t like it. “It’s okay. I know.”

Her dad stares into her eyes for a moment, taking her in. “There’s so much she wanted to tell you. She begged me to tell you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t face the truth. I didn’t know how to tell you. I wasn’t sure you’d believe me.”

Kira frowns, her stomach churning. She doesn't like his words. “Dad...what are you talking about?”

He sighs, taking a long drink of his coffee, staring out the back door. “I remember it like it was yesterday. Right out there. Where the roses are. It used to be hydrangeas before...before you arrived.” He runs a hand over his face. “God, I should have told you this years ago Kira...”

“Dad...you’re scaring me.” Kira’s hands are shaking as she sets her coffee cup down.

Her dad turns back to look at her, holding her gaze. “You’re not ours.”

Kira’s body goes cold at his words, a strange feeling running through her. Her whole life she’d been told they were her parents. This was her dad sitting across from her. And now...

“W-What?” She pulls her hands into her lap, squeezing them into fists to stop them from shaking.

“We don’t know where you came from. Well...we sort of knew...” Her dad glances back out at the garden before looking at her again. “Kira...you fell from the sky.”

Kira can’t say anything. None of it was making sense. Her brain was buzzing, churning, his words seeming like a foreign language. Thankfully he doesn’t wait for her to respond.

“It happened almost twenty years ago. It was almost dark. Your mother was outside planting tulips on the other side of the garden. I was making dinner. Grilling, like I used to. Everything was quiet like it gets out here, but then...the sky exploded. Blew the windows out, it was so loud. Came down in a ball of fire right into your mother’s hydrangeas. I thought it was the end of the world for a moment, but then...your mother was always so quick to act. Put the fire out with the garden hose. I thought it was some kind of meteor, but once the flames died, I could see what it was. It was...some sort of space pod. We tried and tried to get it open, see inside. Eventually, we managed to pry it open and inside...You couldn’t have been more than four years old. Teary-eyed and sucking your thumb. You looked so human.”

He runs a hand down his face. Kira can see the tears in his eyes.

“The feds were on us almost immediately. I wanted to turn you over to them, but your mother refused. She knew what would happen to you if we did. So we hid you. Made up some bullshit story. The feds didn’t believe us, but we were insistent.”

Kira’s mind begins to work at high speed. The visits from the feds suddenly didn’t seem so strange anymore.

“You were so human in every way. Almost every way. You never got sick. Kids always got sick but you never did. You could bend metal with your bare hands and you could hear things miles away. Your mother taught you to control it. She was better at that than I was. I made it my job to make you feel as normal as possible. She dealt with all the...strangeness. That’s why when you told me you were sick...I knew something had to be wrong. Something was going on. You’ve never been sick before.”

Kira clenches her fists tighter, taking in her father’s words. She had arrived on Earth in a spaceship? She supposedly had superpowers? He was right in one thing...she had never been sick before. She just thought it was a good immune system. But apparently, it was something else. Something more.

“Kira...please say something.”

“I don’t...” Kira bites her lip, breathing deeply. “You expect me to believe that? That I fell out of the sky in a spaceship and...I’m supposed to be what, Superman?”

“No, it’s...” Her dad sighs, looking down at his coffee. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me. I wanted your mother to tell you from the beginning but...she thought it would be best...if you thought you were normal...”

Kira stands from the table, unable to sit anymore. “Bullshit. I call bullshit.” She makes her way to the back door, looking out at the roses. The place she supposedly crash-landed on Earth. “You had an affair, didn’t you? I was never my mother’s child and you couldn’t live with that so you made up some bullshit story to hide it! That’s why you couldn’t stay!”

“Kira, you know I would never have...”

“I don’t know anything anymore.” She clenches her fists again, glaring at him. “I don’t know what’s more unbelievable. The story that might be true or that you would spew some bullshit to try and hide something else you did to fuck up.”

“Kira, I loved your mother!” Her father stands from the table, knocking over the chair. “I loved her more than anything. But we couldn’t...” He takes a deep breath. “We tried. We tried so many times. She wanted so badly...but we couldn’t. Then you fell out of the sky like an answer to our prayers.”

Kira feels tears prick behind her eyes. The story is starting to sound not so fake the more she thinks about it. She had an alien hiding in her barn with her babies she had birthed after mating with him. An alien that had crashed to Earth and found her and chosen her. If she was also an alien...it would make her new reality not quite so strange anymore.

“Kira...I’m sorry...”

“I want you to leave.” She says, her voice shaking. She hates it. She turns back to face her dad. “Get out. Go home. Don’t come back here.”

Her father stares at her brokenly for a moment before grabbing his coat and heading towards the door. Kira stays where she is until she hears his car door shut before heading out to the barn. She’s shaking by the time she reaches the door, slipping inside quickly and closing the door.

She takes a few steps into the darkness before dropping to her knees, tears falling down her cheeks. She’s overwhelmed, not knowing what to believe or even what to think. If the story was true, then so much of what had happened made perfect sense. But if her dad was lying to her to cover up something else...either way he had lied to her. He had hidden the truth about her for her entire life. She feels anger bubble up inside her.

Her children are by her side in seconds, snuggling up to her. She reaches out to them, touching them, solidifying herself in reality. She should have died. She had carried eight eggs to term and birthed them. She had lost so much blood...too much blood. But here she was, mostly healthy with no medical help. She had never been sick a day in her life. She had managed to tame an alien simply with her presence. She had seen what he was capable of. He could have killed her instantly that night, but something about her had stopped him.

Maybe she was alien.

Kira is on her feet as soon as the barn door slides open. It hits the other side with a slam, the shadow of her father standing in the doorway. Her heart leaps to her throat, the buzzing of her babies loud in her ears.

“Kira...what the hell?”

“Dad...you should have just gone home.”

#xenomorph #alien #xenomorph x human #xenomorph x oc #from the stars

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dirtycccat · 4 years

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making mixtapes for the demon bros + undateables

true love is making playlists for people you care about so what if you did this,,, for the demon bros (and the undateables)

lucifer

classical music first, soft jazz second

lots of angry violin playing followed by soft dreamy piano

shostakovich, ravel, chopin

probably some opera too? anything that screams old boomer of culture

...and then chet baker and nina simone

(i’m sorry lucifer is a chet baker lover forever in my heart i mean have you heard my funny valentine or i’ve never been in love before or it ‘s always you? please that’s lucifer in love 101)

bonus: based on his character song i feel like he’d also enjoy lap dance music like two feet (like mammon and asmo)

anything slow and sensual but with a beat

mammon

basically either party music but horny or romantic / feel good rap

two feet, chet faker, tyler the creator

maybe pop punk???

he gives me angry pop punk dude that mellowed out and now sings abt his gf vibes idk why

also songs you can serenade him with (or the ones he used to serenade you)

lastly, hear me out: disney karaoke (no, i do not accept criticism)

levi

anime openings / endings and movie soundtracks

especially if you watched them together

(because everyone has a playlist with 2000s animes ops and old vocaloid music for nostalgia)

low fi for studying/ no thought head empty just gaming music 9 hours

but instead of studying he’ll listen to it while gaming because listening to a game’s soundtrack while playing another is a power move

satan

jazz lover on a good day metal on a bad day

...or both on a good day because some people listen to metal to calm down so why not

you do you king listen to metallica while sipping tea

also ofc he’d love punk for sure since he’s the forever angry teen boyo

but i feel like he’d prefer punk bands that aren’t made up of only angry white dudes

like against me for example

but he’d also like the classics like green day like how can you not

did he have a secret emo phase he told you about and you put some mcr too? maybe

asmo

lana del rey ugly crying karaoke when drunk

also mitski

and fiona apple

i feel like he’d do a lot of crying while listening to romantic songs and ain’t that a mood so put a lot of that

would probably like a mixtape with side a: sad romantic music only and side b:songs to strip to

bonus: another mixtape with broadway showtunes because we need a theatre kid in this family

he would probably like heathers, legally blonde, mean girls ya know the feel good musicals you can jam to

(can you imagine asmo singing welcome to my candy store? now you can you’re welcome)

beel

workout music

gorillaz and feel good music like abba

is he the type of person that works out to rap or techno music? we don’t know

he probably likes whatever is high energy and keeps up with his workout

but would also jam out to abba

likes soft i wanna sleep piano asmr? ya know music you listen to when you’re feeling soft and calm

which he can listen to w his twin

belphie

whale noises

rain against your window while you’re trying to sleep by the fireplace 9 hours asmr

dancing queen but you’re drunk in a bathroom at a party in the 80s

folk rock and goth country (for our cowboy hhehehehe)

just goth rock (but with him bela lugosi isn’t dead he’s just asleep)

experimental loud rap like death grips

2005 sad emo music to cry your mascara off to like mcr and fob

he doesn’t have any specific taste in music and could listen to anything and he means anything

simeon

canon theatre kid

you can’t stop him he likes all the musicals

probably into the more romantic ones though

rent, falsettos, hedwig and the angry inch

i really want simeon to play hedwig idk can you imagine it i cant but would like to

also hear me out: romantic french music

edith piaf, charles azvnavour, pomme

aka artists you can jam out to but also slow dance with your lover while listening to them

barbatos

classical music on the outside, loud metal on the inside

he’s that mom that drinks vodka and listens to loud metal for his alone time (you know the vine)

hidden theatre kid

but prefers the more dramatic and challenging musicals

les mis, the phantom of the opera, the great comet of 1812

hums the confrontation from les mis while cleaning the castle (both parts)

diavolo

disney enthusiast nr 1 dethrones mammon by a lot

you watched all movies with him and now he loves them and demands more disney karaoke sessions with you

probably used to classical music

but hear me out show him 80s rock and he’ll turn into an american whiskey dad

all the dad bands you could think of? he loves them

led zeppelin, queen, kiss, you name it

solomon

if you thought belphie had diverse tastes

hoo boy

say hello to the king of randomness

you could put angry classical music followed by metal followed by dad rock followed by fleetwood mac followed by david bowie followed by idk random spanish summer songs on the radio followed by edith piaf

and that’d be like his normal playlist

listens to anything which means you can go crazy since nothing makes him happier than being properly surprised by something new

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dumdumsun · 3 years

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Of Starlight

A/N: Onto the final five chapters ❤️ Dw though bc season two is still being written, so we’re not done here

Warnings: mentions of blood and violence

Word Count: 2571

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Chapter 16: Accomplices

The pain in Five’s side was still stinging, but he tried to ignore it as they entered the pub. He was fortunate to have someone like (Y/N) fretting over his well-being enough to let him lean some of his weight on her as they walked. Her arm was wrapped around his waist, hand resting above his wound, his own arm wrapped around her waist. Klaus, once seeing Luther, turned to his siblings and pointed towards their colossal brother. “Look.” He smiled as if to say ‘told you so’. The four of them approached the table Luther settled for, the man staring up at them under heavy brows. “Trying a little hair of the dog, are we? Hm?” Klaus lightly teased.

“Leave me alone.” He sulked, bringing his cup to his lips. The four leaned closer to provide their own words of encouragement to get him to work with them, but Diego sat beside his brother.

“Give us a minute.” Was all he said. The three others stared at the vigilante for a second before Klaus shrugged.

“Okay. Come on. Maybe they’ll brood each other to death.” He walked away from the table, motioning for the younger two to follow. (Y/N) turned the both of them around and walked with Klaus. They leaned on a table that was almost out of total earshot of the conversation. The three wordlessly watched the two of them talk, catching but a few words now and again. Beside her, (Y/N) felt Five lean up straight, away from her side. He braced both hands on the table behind him, trying to steady himself. She stared at the boy in concern and shifted a little closer. His head turned to her and watched as she motioned for him to lean against her again, if he wanted. Five’s eyes flicked around her face, seriously conflicted about whether or not he wanted to be comforted and assisted by the only person who truly took it upon themselves to do so. But he figured she’d been caring for him for so long, she seemed happy to do just about anything for him. What more was simply letting her help him stand straight? He wouldn’t hesitate to do it for her. So, with a small grunt, he pressed his uninjured side against her, the girl smiling contently and wrapping her arm around him again. Klaus’s movement beside them caught their attention. He tapped his wrist with his finger as if to symbolize a wristwatch. Five only nodded at him either in acknowledgement or confirmation, (Y/N) didn’t know.

She very gently kissed Five’s hair once Klaus looked away again. “How’re you feeling?” She whispered. The boy hummed and shifted his feet. Reaching up, he held onto the hand of the arm wrapped around his shoulders. The gentle squeeze he gave was enough to answer her question. The three at the table perked their heads up at Luther’s exclamation, “You should’ve led with that!” The man pushed himself out of his chair and hurried towards the exit. Five and (Y/N) glanced at each other before following their brother. Literally ripping the door off its hinges, Luther charged out of the pub, his siblings hurrying after.

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Daylight had burnt out by the time Allison returned to the cabin from the hospital, where she had abandoned the officer she’d been deceiving into helping her find clues about Vanya and Leonard. As she ascended the small staircase to the porch, the sound of violin music reached her ears and a wind that seemed to only be affecting the area surrounding the cabin blew around just about everything. She stalked towards the entrance of the cabin, perplexed by the random occurrence around her. “Vanya? Is that you?” She called out, but only received violin strings in response. Fortunately, the front door was unlocked, granting her easy access. Stepping inside, Vanya was standing in the middle of the lounge room, absorbed in her music as that same wind shook the lights above them, the curtains, and rocked the chairs beside her. “Vanya, there you are. What is going on?” Allison closed the door behind her as her sister ceased the playing and turned to her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to find you. Are you okay?”

Vanya hesitated. “Yeah?”

“There’s something… weird going on. What’s causing it?”

The chirping of the crickets outside saved them from the silence that would’ve followed Allison’s question. Vanya shifted on her feet before tilting her chin up. “Me.”

Allison, suspicious, slowly walked closer. “What do you mean, ‘me’?”

“I mean… I made those things happen. With my powers,” Her words made Allison stop altogether and stare in shock. “Turns out I’ve had them all this time. It’s weird, huh?”

It took her a few seconds, but Allison eventually let out a choked gasp, blinking and shaking her head. “It’s- It’s incredible.”

Sensing that there was more to why she was there, Vanya furrowed her brows. “But?”

“Can- Can we do this in the car?”

“Why?”

“You’re not gonna want to hear it.” Allison sighed. Vanya tilted her head with a false smile.

“Well, that’s never stopped you before.” She sassed. Allison looked away before taking a deep breath.

“Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins,” This information left Vanya speechless, staring at her sister with an unreadable expression as she walked closer to her. “Remember when I couldn’t find anything in the library on Leonard? It’s because Leonard Peabody doesn’t exist. Harold Jenkins does. He was in prison for twelve years. He murdered his father when he was thirteen-”

“This is… insane. His dad was an engineer at the-”

“I have the police report in the car, Vanya. I can show you.”

Vanya hesitated again, blinking slowly. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“Leonard, Harold, I- I know it doesn’t make any sense, and I know it sounds crazy, but we were in his house. He has pictures of all of us with our eyes gouged out.”

“W-What? I-”

“I promise I will tell you everything in the car, but it is not safe-” Allison began pulling her sister to the front door but Vanya stopped her.

“No, stop!” She sighed, exasperated, before taking a seat in one of the chairs. Allison knelt in front of her, not sure what to say.

“Look, um… I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to hear this...how you feel right now, but I… I love you, and I- I just… wanna be here for you, as your sister.”

“There’s just no way,” Vanya murmured, slightly shaking her head. “I mean, I love him. This just doesn’t make any sense. And this power… I- I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to do.” She began breaking down, placing her head in hands. As she sniffled, Allison stared off, in thought. Coming to a realization, she furrowed her brows.

“I understand now.”

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The metal squealing of the door alerted the four-year-old (Y/N) to peek over at what was happening. Her father demanded that she stand with her back to them until she was told otherwise, but he wasn’t currently watching her. She watched as Grace walked into the dark room with a tray of food for Vanya, who had sat up in bed. (Y/N) was informed by her robotic mother that her sister was sick, so she had to be transported away from her and her siblings to avoid spreading her infection. She missed her dearly and always asked Grace to wish Vanya a speedy recovery for her. “Who’s hungry?” She heard her mother chirp. She couldn’t see much else, for after Allison walked in, their father stood in the doorway, blocking Vanya from her view. “Now. You have to take your medicine, like a good girl. It’ll help calm your nerves.”

(Y/N) turned her full body towards the room, truly curious as to why she was brought down here if she couldn’t even speak to Vanya. “It’s time, Number Three,” She heard Reginald’s voice. “Do it.” From the very slim space between her parents, she could see Allison walk up to Vanya, but not their faces or actions. After a few seconds of silence, Allison sighed and began to speak,

“I heard a rumor… you think you’re just ordinary.”

There were no other words spoken between her sisters. Allison was ordered to leave the room afterwards. When she joined her sister’s side, (Y/N) quickly grabbed hold of her hand. “What happened, sis?”

“I don’t know… I just… I had to use my power. But I don’t know why.”

“Oh…”

“Number Eight,” Their father’s voice made both girls jump and tilt their heads up. He stood before them, taking off his monocle. He then crouched before them and stared (Y/N) in her eyes. “Number Eight, summon a clone. Tell it to make sure Number Seven does not leave her room. No matter what. Understand?”

“I understand,” She whispered before turning away and singing her tune. From her shadow, a clone of herself appeared and stood motionless, awaiting an order. “Make sure… Make sure Seven doesn’t leave her room. No matter what.” She quietly ordered, the clone only walking past them and standing in front of the door. Reginald watched its every move, pleased when it didn’t do anything to defy its orders. He nodded and stood to his full height.

“Come along, Number Three, Number Eight.” He walked down the long hallway to exit. (Y/N) stared at her clone, not leaving her spot until Grace placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her down the hall.

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“He made us accomplices.”

Tears in her eyes, Vanya could only stare at her sister in betrayal. Allison tried to meet her eyes, but darted her gaze back down to the floor in shame. “You did this to me…?”

“I… I didn’t realize.”

“You knew this whole time? That I had powers?!” Vanya jumped up from her chair and walked away, but Allison stood as well.

“No, no! I didn’t really understand until I came today, until I saw it.”

Vanya turned to her, her voice shaking as she spoke, “Well, now it all makes sense. This is why you guys never wanted me around.”

“What?! No!”

“You couldn’t risk me threatening your place in the house, your- your dominance. You and (Y/N) constantly whispering to each other, mocking me!”

“That is not true. Don’t blame (Y/N) like this, she didn’t-”

“You two couldn’t handle the fact that Dad might find me special!”

“You are special, Vanya! With or without powers!” Allison raised her voice. Vanya’s face began to flush red with anger.

“Don’t- Don’t say that! You destroyed my life!”

“Oh, please, Vanya. Everything is out in the open. We can move on!”

Vanya’s expression set into determination, as if she had decided on something. “Oh, I’m moving on. But not with you, with Leonard.”

“With Harold, you mean.”

“With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me.”

Rumbling sounded quietly, but neither sister paid much attention. At Vanya’s words, Allison simply scoffed. Vanya lifted her chin. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not threatened now.” The wooden wind chimes clanked against each other as the curtains in front of the open windows swayed with the wind powered by Vanya. Allison glanced to the side, clearly nervous.

“I don’t wanna argue with you-”

“Then go!” Vanya boomed. Allison winced and slightly reared back as a crash could be heard from the distance. The wind picked up and their hair now flowed along with it.

“I’m only trying to help you-”

“I don’t want your help!” Vanya screamed.

“Vanya, I love you!” Allison cried.

“Stop saying that!!!”

Allison looked up as the lights flickered, the ceiling lamp swinging above their heads. She watched as Vanya’s power swayed the rocking chair, the items on the table, the dreamcatcher, then to her own sister, who looked as if she was going to explode from her heated anger. Glass smashed from somewhere in the house, but she was only worried about her sister. “Are you okay?”

“I! Said! Go!” Her scream sent the lights above them shattering. Allison gasped and tried to block the glass from falling onto her. She realized then that there was no stopping her sister in any reasonable manner. She choked on a sob as she set her eyes on Vanya.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” She cried, but Vanya only stood before her, silent, fuming. Allison gasped and opened her mouth. “I heard a rumor…” But she didn’t get to finish, for Vanya’s violin bow came into contact with her throat, slashing across it. All movement within the cabin halted as Allison gasped, then choked, blood squirting and streaming down to her chest. Realizing what she’d done, Vanya’s expression dropped, as well as her bow, as she rushed to her sister.

“Allison!” She grabbed ahold of her as Allison pressed her hand to her bleeding throat. They stared each other in the eyes as Allison began to fall to her knees. “No! No! Allison!” Once she fell to the floor, Vanya hovered over her, not knowing what to do. She screamed as her sister opened her mouth wide to talk, to squeak, to gasp, to do anything, but only her chokes were what left her lips.

“Vanya!” Leonard burst through the door. His face dropped at the sight before him.

“I didn’t mean to!” Vanya cried. But Leonard, once he came to terms with their current situation, smiled.

Almost excited.

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The ride to Leonard’s grandmother’s cabin was silent. Five drove the car, eyes fixed on the road and beside him, Klaus sat in the passenger seat, his knees up to his chest. In the back, (Y/N) sat in between Luther and Diego, the latter staring out the window, the former tapping his foot to the floor of the car in impatience. Suddenly leaning forward, Luther was right behind Five. “Hey. Can you go any faster?”

“Ask me again, and I’ll burn you with a cigarette lighter.” Was all he said, but when Luther sat back again, the boy pressed on the gas harder.

Arriving at the cabin, Luther and (Y/N) were the first out of the car, bolting up the stairs with Klaus right on their heels. Luther burst inside, but he and (Y/N) froze at the sight before them.

“Allison!”

“No!”

Luther got to her before she could, kneeling down and gently lifting her head. Allison’s dark brown eyes were wide, blood still spilling from her open throat. Beside him, (Y/N) was sobbing into her hands, which were covering her mouth. Klaus was on his other side, his hands on Luther’s shoulder, watching as he cried for Allison, begging her to wake up, to look at him. (Y/N) reached one of her trembling hands forward and grasped Allison’s limp one in hers. Behind her, she heard Five’s feet scruff against the carpet.

She stood, stumbling back into the boy, but he caught hold of her before either could fall. He turned her in his hold and held her head against his shoulder, watching as Klaus lifted his head and glanced over at them with teary eyes. Five could’ve winced at the death grip (Y/N) had on his arms, but he didn’t.

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20 Questions

b@babycakes1983 shoutout to them for the FNAF prompts

Glamrock Freddy laid flat with his back against a wall in a sitting position as Gregory was nestled in his lap.His breathing was slow and his heartbeat was calm. No wrinkle of worry or fear on the boy’s face. He had to admit that Roxanne and Glamrock Chica were right. He was adorable when he slept. How they knew this, no idea. Maybe he had taken naps in their green rooms and he didn’t notice. He didn’t mind it all that much. At least he can admire these peaceful moments after a long day of work. No Glitchtrap, no Vanny and no worries.

Gregory shifted in his lap and rested his head against Glamrock Freddy’s chest where the empty compartment sat. A low, rhythmic ticking echoed in the boy’s ears. He slowly opened his brown eyes and yawned. Glamrock Freddy felt his circuits stop flowing suddenly seeing his boy wake up. “Hello Gregory, sleep well?” He asked in amusement as the boy looked a bit dazed from waking up. Looking up he saw Freddy’s kind, glowing blue eyes.

Nearly blushing he said “I-uh. Yeah I slept well.” He smiled at the animatronic as Glamrock Freddy maneuvered his jaw to smile down at the boy. “Um Freddy, how long was I asleep?” “2 hours and 30 minutes. If you are wondering how you got here, Vanessa told us that your mother dropped you off with her and she brought you here as she had work to do and trusted me to watch you.” Glamrock Freddy explained. Gregory’s blush deepened and laughed awkwardly. “Oh, um sorry about that Freddy.” Said animatronic laughed and ruffled the child’s hair making him giggle and try to push it away. “Hey! C-cut it out! Freddy’s response was to jab his metallic fingers into the boy’s sides and making him squeak adorably. “Stop it!” He continued to squeak. Glamrock Freddy loved it when his boy laughed. It made him feel alive and he was certain it made him feel better too. To laugh and have joy surge in him. Glamrock Freddy noticed he doesn’t laugh as much as most children he would meet on the daily. He guessed he was terribly shy. To be honest, he didn’t react like most kids, he felt that Gregory was lonely. Just meeting him made Gregory feel better and he was still shy but he made more of an effort to socialize with others thanks to the gang’s encouragement.

He continued to jab him as gently as possible as he didn’t want to hurt him. He stopped after a few minutes and ruffled Gregory’s hair again. “Y-you’re mean” He pants. “I am not mean Gregory. Its not in my programming, I am playful and energetic.” “Not energetic enough to catch Roxy when she’s running.” The boy then stuck out his tongue at him. Glamrock Freddy playfully rolled his eyes and picked Gregory up in his arms.

“Hey Freddy, where are the others?” “Working on their performances for the talent show after closing hours.” Gregory looked at him dumbfounded. “You guys have talent shows?” Freddy nodded. “Yes, what do you think we do after hours? Scare the night guards?” ;) “I am pretty sure Vanessa would hate that.” Glamrock Freddy chuckled. “Yes, yes she would.” Glamrock Freddy walked towards the green rooms. Specifically his, passing both the sun and moon animatronic jumping along beams and pipes. “Freddy, w-what are t-they d-doing? Noting his slight stutter he rubbed the boy’s back to calm him. “Its ok. They are not going to harm you. I would take a guess and say they are playing. Better than Moondrop pranking us constantly till 6 am.” He sighed. “Figured the sun animatronic would be asleep right now.” “Asleep? Oh, powered down correct?” Glamrock Freddy nodded. Ruffling his hair again, another thing he noticed. Gregory didn’t react to affection very well and was confused by it. Just when Glamrock Freddy showed him these acts of affection he slowly became more comfortable to his touch and didn’t flinch when he came too close.

“Why don’t we play a game? To pass the time.” He suggested. Partially to get his thoughts at ease. His metal feet clanking against the tiles of the pizzeria museum. Gregory nodded and thought of the 20 question game.”20 questions hmm? I’ve never played it before. I guess we can try. Do we just ask each other questions till we reach 20?” Gregory looked up at him with bright brown eyes. “I guess so. Should I start or you?” His metal jaw maneuvered into a smile and said he’ll start. 1. what’s your favorite color?” “Yellow. 2. What’s your favorite music?” “Hmm. I’d say 80′s rock.” Gregory laughed. “Don’t you guys play 80′s rock? There has to be something else.” Gregory laughed. “To be honest, I am not certain but I do have an assortment of songs. 3. what’s your favorite past time?” “I’d say coloring or drawing. 4. Who’s your favorite Glamrock member?” Freddy shook his head. “I don’t have a favorite , they are all family to me. That also includes you and sadly Vanessa.” He leaned his head down to nuzzle him. Gregory leaned his head towards the nuzzling with a small smile on his face,

Just to think, a few weeks ago he was afraid of him doing that thinking he was going to hurt him. Which brought back the thoughts he had about his family. Gregory felt like his child. In other words, his cub. The others would mention or joke how he and Gregory have gotten closer and Vanessa mentioning that she had a feeling the reason was because he didn’t have a father or the relationship wasn’t as great as it was supposed to. “I been at their house, I didn’t see a picture of the father. Just Gregory and his mother. Makes me wonder though.” It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? “5. What is your family like?” Gregory’s cheerful smile slowly faded. He looked nervous and didn’t know what to say. “Why do you want to know about that?” He asks. His voice becoming shy and soft. “Well, I have been thinking over it lately. And wondered what families are like, outside the complex.” Gregory looked down and seemed to think it over before sighing. “You already seen my mom. Right?” “I have, and Vanessa told us that she met her and they usually get smoothies together.” “Well, my mom is around but since she works at the diner and she isn’t home a lot. But she tries her best to raise me. Making sure everything is ok and that I am doing well.”

Glamrock Freddy’s metallic ears twitched. “Are you usually alone?” “Sometimes, but she’ll have me stay with the neighbor or have a family member watch me if they have time and if they don’t mind.” Gregory took on a saddened look that Glamrock Freddy didn’t like seeing. As much as he wanted to do something but he let him continue. “She cares a lot about me. She doesn’t want me to be alone but she doesn’t have much of a choice. She’s a good person Freddy. She just has it hard.” “What about your father? What does he do?” “He....he is....not around anymore Freddy. I don’t know my dad....all that well....” Glamrock Freddy titled his head in confusion. “What do you mean? Did he pass away or...?” Gregory shrugged. “Mom doesn’t like talking about it. No less mentioning him. Sometimes I feel like when she does or someone mentions him, she gets visibly upset. So I never ask her. I doubt I want to know when she gets upset.” Gregory looked down and looked as if about to cry. “Is that why you don’t react well to affection? They don’t show much of it?” Gregory shrugged. “I-I don’t know Freddy.” Noting the boy was becoming more upset. He held him close and started consoling him.

“Mom sometimes mentions I look just like him.” He sobs slightly. “Almost like she hates and loves the idea of me looking like him. Sometimes I feel like she hates me for it but doesn’t want to show it.” Glamrock Freddy felt rage surge in him. It wasn’t his cub’s fault that he has some resemblance to his father that he had no knowledge about. “It’s not your fault Gregory. Never was, you hear. You are special. Special to me. Your mother is strong, but even us adults can have our moments of self anger. You may not know him but its not your fault. I am so sorry you had to go through that.” Gregory hugged him and snuggled against his chest. He felt Glamrock Freddy nuzzle him again and stroking his back and hair. Luckily these actions helped him calm down. “I wasn’t joking when I said that you are part of our family. We love you Gregory. I love you my little cub.” Gregory couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Every word coming from his mouth more genuine than the next. He cried out of happiness and said softy. “I love you too. And I hope you don’t mind me seeing you as a father to me.” “I don’t mind my cub. I don’t mind at all.”

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