#’she’s always so mad’ HER MOM DIED??? HER DAD LEFT THEM??? SHE LEFT THE ONLY HOME SHE’D EVER KNOWN???? SHE WAS FACING DEATH???? LIKE?????

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“we need more complex female characters” you guys couldn’t even handle 14yo katara. be so fr

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What's your opinion on Katakuri being a dad ^-^, ik he doesnt pull out

Father!Katakuri headcanons

This is all my brain can come up with. It's a bit short, and I'm not satisfied with this, I feel like I could have added more, thus this has been collecting dust in my drafts. I hope you like it anon.

Warnings: End of Wano spoilers, this is meant for F!Reader.

I imagine he had children after Big Mom passed. Or a few years before she died, and of course, the marriage was arranged once Big Mom realized that she might just be left without any offspring from her third child.

And as much as I'd like to get lost in Father Katakuri, I can not ignore the warning signs this road presents.

The man doesn't see his children often enough. He always wanted to spend time with his family, but in this job, that isn't possible. Big Mom often holds his family over his head, making empty promises about him having a week off to help take care of the children, only to call him back before the sun rises on the fourth day. He had the courage to ask her for more time at the beginning, or to not disturb him during that single week where he spends time in metaphorical paradise with kids whom he loves and his partner whom he tries to shower with affection. He asked that of her once and when Big Mom does not deliver, Katakuri learns to cope with the dissatisfaction, it's a song he has heard of all his life, he knows every word and note that plays, he wants nothing more than to stop listening so that his kids don't step away from him again. It's impossible, and he comes to terms that he won't have that fatherly privilege. He feels like a stranger around the kids. No amount of comfort will be able to hide the truth.

It isn't the first time Big Mom pushed away a father from his biological children.

Although his time with his kids is short, it's always full of adorable moments, Katakuri is trying very hard to be a father even with his mother standing in his way.

I see Katakuri as a father of 3. Two girls and one boy, who is the youngest.

The man loves sweets, donuts, chocolate bars, cinnamon buns, and all, so he will be DEVASTATED if one of his kids isn't a big fan of sweets. He'll try to make them change their mind, maybe persuading them to eat a different kind of dessert, but once it becomes clear that they aren't into it, he accepts the fact with great pain, since he cannot share the simple pleasure of eating sugar with his child.

Katakuri often can't get his emotions across to others, including his siblings, but with his children, he tries, he really tries. This can be seen in spending quick yet platonically intimate moments with them alone and making small talk that he isn't a big fan of.

He also hopes that when the children grow up, there won't be any distance between them, it's basically a death sentence for him.

The moment Big Mom dies, Katakuri is finally able to keep his promise to his family and breathe with no one holding his leash.

I also think of him as a laid-back father who's strict when needed. His behavior is the result of countless years he spent mulling over his future family and what type of parent he would be. So this led to him walking on metaphorical eggshels that he imagined every time he got close to his children. Which they definitely took for granted.

Katakuri is very careful with his children because of it, I'd say that he is so scared that the kids would build a wall and be mad at him for not spending enough time with them that the man unconsciously started constructing the said wall.

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Misunderstandings and New Found Love

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Hybrid!reader

Characters: Sam Uley, Hybrid!reader, Emily Young, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Victoria, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Bella Swan (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: The science in here makes total sense, angst, fluff, happy ending, the ending might be quick but there's time skips people, characters might be ooc but idc, twilight tings, Sam and Emily being iconic, cursing, reader uses last name when they're mad, Jared's the comedic relief, Paul and reader have a past

Word Count: 4,800

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You look up, ready to help the most recent customer who walked in; only to find the one person you didn’t. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I’m not here to ask.”

“Then why are you here,” you hiss at him.

"I'm just... checking on you.”

“Checking on me? Did you check on me when my dad died or when my mom left and died in the accident because as I recall, Uley, you didn’t. So, I’m going to kindly ask that you get whatever you need and leave.”

“Have we really come to this?”

“Yes,” you nod, grabbing the next order and setting it in front of one of your regulars before walking back to him. “Ever since you all… changed, things have been tense."

"Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“No one-"

“You have no idea what anyone thinks or the looks they give me.” You take a deep breath, trying not to let him know how much it affects you. “I just- I want it to stop. I’m tired of them all staring at me like I’m a monster. As if this isn’t enough,” you mumble the last part under your breath.

His shoulders sag, not realizing anything that’s going on in your life. “You should come by the res tomorrow.”

Before you can try and argue with him as he rearranges the bags so he can have a better grip on them.

“No one but Em and I will be there.”

“They’re going to know I was there.”

“They won’t know it was you specifically and besides, I’m their alpha.”

“Way to use your title for your own gain.”

“It got you to smile. Thanks for the food.”

-

You shake your head, knowing it’s a bad idea even though you’re sitting in their makeshift driveway.

Sam’s warmth emanates through the door. “You coming in?”

“You gonna put on a shirt.”

“I will if you come in.”

“That sounds like blackmail.”

“Just-”

“Sam, quit standing in front of her door. She can’t get out if you’re just standing there.”

“Yeah, Sam.”

He narrows his eyes and steps back. “You really want to make fun of the alpha?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Alright, you two.”

You snicker when the man beside you lowers his head, looking like a sad puppy.

“It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”

You shrug, officially feeling more awkward than ever.

“You can talk to us, you know. We always cared about you.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Emily. But I don’t think anyone in town would agree with you.”

“Good thing I’m not like everyone else.”

You lower your head as the scent of one of her infamous muffins hits your sensitive nose.

“I’m sure you’re hungry after being up for a while.”

You shrug.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Your heater came into the diner, again and basically begged me to come over.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“Why do you think I’m in layers?”

“A sign of self-torture.”

“Sam-”

“I can’t pretend that they’re not hiding themselves from the world after everything that’s happened.”

“Thanks for never changing and I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” You move to get off the stool.

“No, you’re not. Sam, stop bringing up things they’re not ready to talk about.”

“Fine.”

She hands you a mug of hot cocoa, knowing it’s your favorite to have around the holidays.

“What… do you guys know?” You tap the rim of the mug, watching the steam disappear.

“Only that you shifted,” he answers after the couple share a look with one another.

“Everyone thinks I shifted in the car, right?”

“Not everyone.”

“What do you think happened?” You ask, lifting your head.

"A cold one was nearby.”

You nod, “yeah. She,” you shake your head, feeling your body start to shake.

"You don’t have to talk about it.”

You give her a soft smile.

“She decided to leave because it was too much and left me a note, not even bothering to apologize and it- it pissed me off. I shifted and then ran after her, only to find one of them going after her and… took care of it.”

“You weren’t in the car?”

You shake your head, wiping your cheeks. "No."

"Why does everyone think you were?”

“I pulled her out and-” You cover your face.

“Do you remember who it was?”

“It was some redhead, I think. She definitely wasn’t happy with me.”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, not wanting to worry them.

After talking for a few hours, you know it’s time to leave.

“What? No," Emily whines.

"Em, they don’t like me, and I’d rather not be glared at while you try and take care of everyone.”

“I still don’t want you to leave.”

“I do.” You grab your stuff and grab your bag before pausing. “Thank you for listening.”

“Always,” the woman smiles. “We’ll see you again, okay.”

-

You kept in touch but didn’t go back to their home for a while, not until you were dragged back by Sam but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.

-

You knew what was happening and watched from a distance, never letting the cold ones or the other wolves know of your presence.

The alpha was the only one who knew you were there.

You didn’t tell him you’d be nearby in case they needed an extra body because they thought you were a murderer.

A couple of the newborns sneaked into the woods to try and escape but never got far enough with you there.

Body parts were flying around so no one questioned anything when more came their way.

Then you turned around and noticed one of them aiming for Leah, before Jake could even try to intervene, you did; barely batting an eye when they stared in your direction.

You shoved her out of the way and took care of the newborn before anyone could get hurt, shocking everyone but Sam, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. “What was that?”

“I saved someone from your pack before they could get hurt, what’s it look like?”

“Don’t take that attitude with me.”

“Try and control me, watch what happens.”

He growls your name.

“I needed this.”

The mind reader is beside you two, trying to calm everyone down. “She’s the reason, isn’t she?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, so this felt like I could save someone and get my own revenge.”

“She, did it?”

You scoff, snatching your arm out of his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. You knew the moment I told you.”

He tries to defend himself but you’re not having any of it. “I ask one thing of you, vegetarian.”

He raises his brow.

“I lite her.” You pull up your sleeve, he notices the bite on your arm but doesn’t comment on it (yet).

You take the torch from the blonde and stare into the red head’s eyes for a second, “hopefully you’re not tortured too bad in hell.”

You glance at the other cold ones and raise a brow. “If you guys die, you’re definitely not going where that bitch is. You know better and have worked on redeeming yourselves.”

They glance at one another, not expecting you to hear that.

You rip your sleeves and make a quick wrap for the human. “Wrap this around your arm, it should help until you can get the proper bandaging."

She blinks owlishly, “oh- uh- thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.”

-

“Who do you think you are?” She gets in your face.

“You better move before you do something you’re going to regret, Leah.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s rich coming from the murderer.”

You scoff through your nose and grab her by the collar of her shirt, her eyes widen not expecting this to get physical but doesn’t back down. “Say that again when I’m the one who saved your ass. You have no idea what happened that day, so you need to shut your mouth.”

Sam stands behind you, waiting to see what happens because he knows that you know better than to fight someone.

“Keep your pack in check, Uley.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I won’t get pissed off.”

-

You start to head into the woods when the mind reader stands in front of you.

“Did she do that?”

You don’t need to look down to figure out what he’s talking about. “That’s why neither you nor the others can smell me. I hide it.”

“They don’t know, do they?”

“Not about this, only Sam and his girl know about the red head's involvement. I only shared so you’d know.”

“That was kind of you to share even when you didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m frickin’ amazing, can I go now?”

He steps aside. “You should stay with them.”

“How can I do that when they don’t trust me?”

“Make them.”

“It’s not easy, Cullen.”

“If you can do it with their alpha, you can tell the others.”

You roll your eyes, “get your girl checked out before she gets an infection.”

He heads back over towards Bella.

-

“Did you see her arms?” The human asks.

He nods. “They don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“Of Victoria’s involvement in the worst day of her life.”

Esme and Jasper’s shoulders sag, unable to imagine what you went through.

“And it’s still alive?” Rosalie chimes in.

“She'll become hybrid.”

The Cullens raise their brows.

-

Sam orders everyone to go back to Emily’s and hopes you do the same after seeing your arms.

You roll your eyes and answer his call. “Unavailable, please leave a message after I hang up."

“Cute, get to Emily’s.”

“You can’t make me.”

You can hear the couple arguing over who should be the one to talk to you.

“Please come over. We have a lot to talk about.”

You sigh, “do they still think I did it?"

"You can change their minds.”

“That’s so much work,” you groan.

“Please. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks and I know you barely know your way around a kitchen.”

“I’m better than you think.”

-

You stand on the porch, knowing it's going to be hell the moment you step inside.

“You’re going to put a hole in their porch the longer you stay out there,” Paul jokes, earning a chuckle from almost all of his pack mates.

You open the door and ignore their gazes as Emily pulls you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She pulls back and checks over your eyes stopping on your arms. Her worried eyes land on your face. “Did she-”

You glance at the pack from the corner of your eye, sensing their stares.

Sam stands beside you, placing a hand on your back as he shares a stare with his fiancée. “Sit down with the others while I finish up dinner.”

He guides you to sit but the uncomfortableness emanating from them makes you aim for the couch. "You're sitting at the table.”

“Sam-”

“A pack sits together.”

Paul and Jared scoff. “As if they’re part of the pack. Not after what happened,” the former says.

You tense up, closing your eyes so as to not lose your cool.

“Don’t talk about it,” Emily tells them.

“How are we supposed to ignore the fact-”

You growl, eyes changing colors; you can’t turn around. “Ignore the fact that my mother died, and I almost did, at the hands of that red headed bitch no less.”

Emily says your name.

“Sorry, Em. I know cursing is basically forbidden in here but that was me being nice.”

You push yourself off the couch. “This was a bad idea.” You try to pass the pack when one of them sticks their foot out, you kick it with too much strength, irking the hot head.

You open the door and nearly fall, the doorway being the only reason you’re still standing.

“Hey, hey,” Sam started freaking out. “What’s going on?”

You run towards the railing and throw up.

“Why is it- are throwing up-” He stops himself when he sees the color. “What did you do?”

“I’m dying lone wolf. What does it look like?”

“I told you-”

“They hate me. It was never going to happen.”

He picks you up and brings you back inside. “Call Carlisle and ask him what we can do?”

Paul makes another snide comment and you’re losing it.

You get away from the alpha and grab the wolf’s shoulders, shoving him into the wall, not at all making eye contact with him until you hold him in place, with the black bile dripping down your chin.

“Listen here, Lahote and listen well. I will not take any more of your smartass comments. I am still a person with the same issues as yours just a little extra, but your comments stop now. I am tired of everyone thinking I did it. You want to know what happened. That red head came into town and my mom decided enough was enough, she packed a bag and was getting ready to leave. I shifted, found her about to eat my mom and wound-up getting bit only to find that she did go for my mom and held her till her last breath. Then as they hauled her away, I found the scars and realized what happened. Someone spread some rumors and here we are. You want to say anything else?”

He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath.

"Holy shit!" Jared says as soon as your body sways.

Leah, the closest to you, grabs you before you could fall. "We need to take her to a hospital."

"She won't go but maybe the imprint will help?"

"Holy shit!"

"Shut up, Jared," Embry takes initiative and reaches over to punch his pack brother's shoulder. "Shut up man. You're not helping."

The one who can't stop repeating himself rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the only ones whose mind was blown with everything we just learned."

"You're not but you can shut up."

"Take her to the guest room while I call-"

"No!" Paul stays where he is, debating on leaving now so as not to hurt you anymore than he already has.

The sight of his imprint half dead in Leah's arms and the jokes he made while trying to trip you make him realize he's an even bigger idiot than he thought. "Don't call the leech doctor."

"What are we supposed to do? Let them slowly die when we know there's someone who could have saved them?"

The hot head wants to growl at his alpha but doesn't because he doesn't want to lose it faster than he wants, he's having a hard time trying to calm himself as it is.

"He's here."

Carlisle smiles, "Alice had a vision and sent me over as soon as she could."

"We appreciate it."

"What's going on with our patient?"

Everyone tells them what they know and have seen.

"I see. There is a likely possibility that the venom is working through their system and hasn't quite mixed yet."

"What does that mean? They have to die in order to live?" Paul chimes in.

"It may also have to do with the fact that they haven't shifted as often as you and are not part of a pack. Lone shifters have a hard enough time trying to survive on their own but mixing in the venom, is well-"

"A death sentence just waiting to happen," Sam finishes for him.

The doctor doesn’t want to tell him he's right and knows his silence is enough.

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Continue to make sure they are comfortable and let nature heal them."

"So, your solution is to let them die?!"

"Get him out of here," Sam orders Jared, Embry, Leah, and Quil.

They drag him out so the two can continue their conversation.

-

"I know you just imprinted but you need to calm down, dude," Jared tells him.

Paul continues to shake, unsure of anything he's feeling right now.

On the one hand he has someone to love and protect but on the other hand, he has to try even harder to control himself otherwise he's going to lose it.

He's also upset because he was acting like such a dick to his imprint and even though he never thought he'd find them; he definitely didn't want this to be his first impression. "How am I supposed to calm down when everyone's solution is to let them die?"

With Jared blocking his way in, he can easily get in his face.

"How would you feel if this was happening with Kim, huh? Tell me that."

His friend's face hardens, "don't talk about her."

"Then don't try and talk about mine like you know something."

They stare at each other, their chests heaving with each heavy breath they take.

"Great, now that we've had our macho match, can we go for a run? As much as I want to make it up to them, I don't want to be here any longer when we can't apologize," Embry interrupts.

The two shake their heads and head into the woods so they can phase and be free to run wherever they want.

-

"How can we help them?" Sam asks the doctor.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Sam. This is a little out of my jurisdiction, but I will do all that I can to help anyway, I can."

The alpha nods, "I appreciate it."

"I believe now their transition will be complete within the next few days."

"What brought this on?"

"It was only a matter of time before it hit, and I think the adrenaline and stress of the battle speeded things up." He glances back at the alpha who stares at your body with much concern. "May I ask, how close you are to the lone shifter?"

"Before everything happened, we were close. I always thought of them as my younger sibling but then everything happened, and I stopped talking to them because I was concerned for their safety and didn't want to hurt them."

The doctor can tell by the look on the shifter’s face that he's still disappointed in himself. "You did all you could and allowing my assistance is more than they could ask for."

"How long will it take?"

"My guess is, they'll be ready by tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Their shifter DNA is altering the venom and their genetics. Now that they're resting, they've been able to heal themselves."

He notices the expression on Sam's face. "Let's give them privacy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

-

Emily and Sam hug one another, unsure of what to think; they never wanted this for you, and they feel terrible because they can't help you.

"The boys should be back soon, yeah?"

He nods. "Hopefully Paul's calmed down."

"I think this is going to be a hard time for him."

"Yeah, I know," the alpha sighs.

The boys and Leah make it back to their home and sit at the table. "What are we going to do?"

"We have to wait."

"Did you two know?" Leah asks.

"They told us what happened, but we didn't know she bit her," Sam tells her. "We knew they were hiding something, but we didn't expect this."

"You should have told us," Paul grumbles while snacking on a muffin.

"You didn't even like them until you imprinted," Jake points out.

"I'm not the one on trial here."

The young wolf scoffs, "you should be."

The hot head stands up, pushing the chair back. "You want to take this outside?"

"Maybe I do."

"Alright, you two, that's enough."

They back down at the voice of the alpha, although it takes Jake a few more seconds before he sits down where he was. "You two need to stop it. We've got enough to deal with right now."

After an hour, most of the pack leaves; some to do their patrol shift, others to spend time with their family.

"Do you want to stay in the room with them?" Emily asks, noticing the longing he directs at the door.

He doesn't want to say it out loud and nods.

"I'll tell Sam when he gets back, you can go in but be careful, okay?"

"Do you think they'll forgive me?"

She nods, remembering her and Sam's minor falling out after his episode. "It'll take time."

He sighs and the door inches open, he hesitates to move.

The sight of you almost lifeless and thinking he hates you, kills him.

Why didn’t anyone tell them they’d get so sappy?

He doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he takes a seat by the bed. His eyes trail over your face, taking in every inch of you.

If he was the artsy type, he’d definitely paint you. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but waking up to the sun rising was annoying, just because he was one with nature doesn’t mean he needs it to be his alarm clock.

He rubs his eyes, trying to remember everything that happened last night and glances down at you.

You moved in your sleep, the hand practically reaching for him, warms his heart.

He grabs it, wanting you to be comfortable and not wake up with achy joints.

Your eyes move and he doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to open your eyes but you manage to do it, only to find the hothead holding your hand.

You freeze and his eyes trail up your arm, staring into yours.

“You like me now?” Your voice cracks after not having used it in a while.

He shakes his head and reaches for the glass Emily left, inching closer and closer to your face.

You grab it from him after pushing yourself up, back resting against the headboard. “What happened?”

“You died.”

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to understand what he just said. “I’m sorry?”

“The venom from the bite was killing you and the fact that you barely shift… didn’t help.”

“So, now I’m both?”

“I think so.”

You set the cup down and push sheets off your heating body.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving,” you grumble.

He pushes himself out of the chair and grabs your wrists, stopping you. “No, you’re not.”

“You don’t own me.”

“The imprint bond says otherwise.”

You snatch your wrists out of his grasp, “no, the bond is basically saying we’re soulmates and you don’t own me.”

You make it out of the door and into the hallway before it clicks. “We’re imprints?!”

“I think they’re awake,” Jared comments and shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Embry smacks the back of his head.

“No, no, no.” You stand before the woman you go to for everything. “Tell me it’s not true.”

The corners of her lips twitch.

You snatch a sausage and munch on it. “This is not right.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I feel the love.”

You purse your lips and glare at him. “You’re the one that was being a dick yesterday and now because of the bond, you want to be my prince charming.”

“I never said that.”

“You’re acting like it.” You sit on the couch before any of them realize where you are going. Your head plops against the back of the couch. “Why am I so damn emotional?”

A warm hand rests against your knee; you lift your head and find those damn attractive eyes that have always captivated you. “You went through a big change which has altered a part of you.”

“I didn’t want this,” you sniff.

He nods, “I know but w- you’re going to get through it.”

“You weren’t nearly half as nice as this before you shifted.”

“Sweetheart, I was nicer to you than most people.”

“It’s true,” Jared and Quil chime in.

“No one asked you two.”

They stare at you with wide eyes and raised brows as if this had proven their point.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll be there for you.”

You stare at him, gulping at his words. “How do I know you mean that, and you aren’t just saying that, so I don’t eat half the town?”

“We,” he clears his throat. “We came up with an alternative if you wound up being more of a leech- cold one, more of a cold one.”

“Am I going to eat a bunny?”

“Or a squirrel,” Jared jokes, earning no amused faces in return. “You all need a new sense of humor,” he mumbles, crossing his arms.

“How do you feel?” Sam asks.

“Like I’m on an emotional roller coaster.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry for Em’s food.”

Paul guides you to the table so you all can eat.

“Should we call the doc?” Embry wonders out loud.

“Don’t need to,” your imprint grumbles.

You run to the door, opening it. “I smell bunny.”

He chuckles, “it was the only thing we had.”

“Do I have to?”

“It will help with the urges.”

“There’s only one urge I have, and I don’t like it.”

“What?” Seth asks.

“Nobody tell him,” says Quil.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I think it would be wise if you took this. We don’t know the severity of your condition yet.”

“I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that no one hates me.”

“We’re totally sorry, by the way,” Embry adds. “Ow!”

“Not my fault, man,” Jared raises his hands.

The two start to brawl, leaving Sam to try and stop it while Carlisle talks to you and Paul, explaining how you should be careful and thanking you for your assistance.

-

“I know I was a jerk to you but,” he glances over to Emily and Sam. “Would you ever consider accepting my apology and going out with me?”

“Give me a few days to adjust and then if I think I’m well enough, ask me again.”

“Hey, man. It wasn’t a no, alright,” Seth holds his hand up for a high five.

The hothead shoves the kid to the side, following you so he can sit in the open chair to your left.

Emily pours you a drink and sits down so you all can eat.

-

A few days later and you’re feeling better, still adjusting to everyone’s new attitude towards you.

You stick with more human meals than the animal blood the Cullen’s shared with you, not wanting to rely on it.

Things with Paul are still interesting.

He’s slowly worming his way back into your heart. “You want to go on patrol with me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Quil?”

“He wanted to switch.”

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Did you threaten him?”

He raises his hands. “I did nothing.”

“Sure, you did,” you chuckle. “Come on,” you call out.

“Where are you going?”

“We have to patrol.”

He stares at your bare back. “This reminds me of when I first took you out.”

“You barely asked me out and then kept me in your backseat after school.”

“I wanted you to stay warm.”

“Oh, is that what they call it?” You ask with mischief in your eyes.

He nods, pulling you back into him by your waist; his chin resting on your shoulder. “I actually kept you there so no one else would see you.”

“Wha-”

“Didn’t want them seeing the hottie in my car and think they could get with you.”

“What a gentleman,” you tell him with a dry tone.

He shrugs, chuckling under his breath, “I try.”

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

You run behind a tree and shift, waiting for him to catch up; it doesn’t take him long.

“About what?”

“Not wanting anyone to ask me out.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To get in my pants?”

“I was already getting with you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky. You’re still in the early stages of this relationship.”

“So, we’re in a relationship?”

“I never said that.”

He nudges you with his snout. “You did, don’t deny it.”

“I’m denying nothing. You need your hearing checked.”

“I think I heard you just fine.”

-

You roll your eyes and speed up, racing to meet the others; you meet Leah, Embry, and Jared.

The two former run to you and tackle you, playing around with you while Jared goes for Paul.

All of you run back to Emily’s when Sam calls you all back.

The air flowing through your fur is amazing, not to mention the fact that you’re getting to know your imprint, slowly but surely falling for him. 

[gloryofroses19]

Blame and Innocence

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

“You don’t have to apologize Bradley.” Sitting on the back porch swing with their chocolate labrador retriever Darcy at her feet, [y/n] didn’t need to turn around to identify the person walking towards her. 

“I do, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” 

The two of them didn’t do well mad at each other. Their longest fight was 5  hours and that was because his iPhone died shortly before a mission briefing. If asked about said incident, Bradley would have said it was the worst 5 hours of his life and he heavily considered going AWOL to show up at [y/n]’s apartment to apologize. 

Patting the spot next to her, [y/n] took in the sight of her sullen husband and the visible gap between their bodies. The two of them also didn’t do well distanced from each other. Although a consequence of life that they couldn’t spend all day together, Bradley made up for it by always touching her whenever they were together. The distance now was an indication of his guilt and frustration and [y/n] sought to rectify that. 

“I appreciate it but I understand that Maverick being back in your life is both good and bad. It’s okay that you need time to process it all, baby.” Placing a manicured left hand over Bradley’s, [y/n] successfully managed to loosen his fist and link her fingers with his. 

“It’s just…” [y/n] squeezed Bradley’s hand as his voice cracked. “When he did what he did, it felt like I lost my dad all over again. My dad loved flying almost as much as he loved me and mom. So when I lost mom, flight school was my way to be closer to him and he tried to take that from me.” 

“Nobody is expecting you and Maverick to go back to how things were before he did that to you. Neither of you are the same people you were back then. What is expected of you is to try Bradley, despite the hurtful memories that come with it because he matters to you and he realized he messed up. If nothing else, let him see the brilliant, charming, funny, ambitious and skilled man you’ve become.” 

Scooping her up in his arms, Bradley deposited his wife onto his lap. Brushing his thumb across the expanse of her neck, Bradley did nothing to hide the love that was spilling from his heart. “I don’t deserve you.” 

“Yes, you do.” she replied, raking her hands through his brunette tresses. “Because if you don’t deserve me then I don’t deserve you. And I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t get to…”   Pausing to brush her lips against his, [y/n] continued as she punctuated each of her following statements with a kiss, “Borrow your shirts or wake up to your stupidly handsome mustached face or dance in the kitchen in our underwear or trip over your bag in the front entryway, even though I ask you to move it everytime!” 

With each short kiss, Lieutenant Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw found his patience fraying. As the last of his patience dissipated with his wife’s unsubstantiated claim,  Bradley buried his fingers in her hair successfully trapping her lips to his. With familiarity born out of years of learning the avenues of her curves and pleasures, Bradley pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. 

Eventually, the necessity for air caused them to split only at their lips as Bradley moved to clear his name despite their flustered state. “I put it in the corner! It is not my fault Darcy drags it out and uses it as a toy!”

Laughing, [y/n] Bradshaw rolled her eyes at her flushed husband, “Yeah, yeah Rooster, blame the innocent dog!”

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated!

[themasterusersblog]

Wu never thought he would be king. This was just a distant daydream. There were so many people in the line of succession to the throne that they were in front of it, and some who were behind were passed to the front. He remembers being taught all the royal manners and trained to be king, only to be sent away

Great-Aunt Queen Hou-Ting never had any children. The next in the line of succession was Wu's father. Dated a Middle Ring woman and got her pregnant, all the scandal. The next Earth King hooking up with a unimportant woman from the Middle Ring. Great-Aunt got mad when Wu was born. He remembers some family fights when he was little.

"He will be Earth King! And his mother is from the Middle Ring! She doesn't even has a last name!"

But Dad taught him everything to be King. Dad told him he would be King, doesn't matter what Great-Aunt said. And Wu was young and naive. He believed him. But then Mom died and Dad met another woman, a important one, one that had a rich family and a last name.

They fell in love, they had children and Great-Aunt likes these children. These children look like royalty with last names.

And then it faded away.

The kids with "the most noble heritage" arrived ahead of him in the line of succession and Wu would no longer be King.

When his first half-brother was born, Wu didn't understand why this boy five years younger than him would be King. Traditions were clear when they mentioned the firstborn, but traditions could distort in favor of what the Queen wants. And then came his half-sister (seven years younger) and his half-brother (nine years younger) and it became clear that he would not be King. Not only did he lose the crown, he lost himself from the royal family.

His father was so focused on his new family, new wife, new children, he forgot his firstborn son. Wu was left to babysitters and tutors.

Wu no longer heard his father say, "You will be a great king no matter what great-aunt says." He barely heard his father. His father was always busy with his new family and new children and his noble son who was going to be king. His father has left behind his past mistake of becoming involved with a Middle Ring woman to focus on the true future of the Earth Kingdom.

Wu's father and stepmother and half-brothers were the heirs of the Earth Kingdom. Wu was just Wu and his father didn't stand him. He stayed as far away from him as possible, making as little contact as possible the few times they ended up bumping into each other in the royal palace. The close relationship Wu had with his father when he was a little child has turned into... nothing. His dad even took his stepbrother's away.

The oldest son talked to Wu in a polite way, but never in a family or friend way, it was like talking to a stranger. The middle daughter basically ran away from him. The youngest son gave him birthday gifts, trying to make friends, but they were never close.

When Wu grew up, his father sent him to Republic City University to study. Wu accepted the invitation somewhat happily. He felt much better at University than at home, where everyone seemed to be running away from him or forbidding people from talking to him.

In the time he spent at RCU, he did not write to his family once or receive any letters from them. The only time he received a letter from home was one signed by Grand Secretariat Gun himself, appearing to be sent directly from a dream, saying that Wu would be Earth King.

He would be king.

He would be king, and he would be an admired king, an adored king. Now that he would be king, he would always be in the spotlight. People wouldn't walk past him to talk to his brothers now that he would be king. His father wouldn't abandon him now he would be king. Great-Aunt wouldn't hate him because now he would be... in her place.

The realization of what would have to happen for him to become king hit him like a train. He was sad, but his emotions and thoughts fought. The ones who died were his father and his great-aunt, but his father abandoned him a decade and half ago and his great-aunt hated him.

Between the confusion regarding his family and the happiness of being the future king, Wu thought "This monarchy is really strange sometimes."

[thesoulbox]

I was reading one of his fanfics (THEY ARE SO GOOD BTW) and Gregory mentioned that his father died and that apparently, his mother is always busy. I know you only put this with the power of ✨plot✨ but I was thinking: What do you think happened to Gregory's mother in the middle of the mind control thing? (Sorry if this got a typing problem🥲 English is not my first language)

HIII HELLO ANON!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !! <333

Okay I did kind of think of it a little bit, just for funsies! I'd like to think that Gregory was glitchtrapped a bit after his father died because he was trying to find some kind of escape from the stress of it all, and wowie! He found out about this new secret game at the pizzaplex and he just had to try it! Little did he know that he'd slowly get more and more addicted to it, because he absolutely had to *reach* the end. Becoming obsessed with this new game seemed to push all of his problems aside and relieved him of his stress, so he just kept going until he was eventually glitchtrapped.

But as for his mother and his home life in general, I'd like to think that he had a pretty nice family. His dad was always really silly and goofy and friendly and his mom was very sweet and kind, especially to Gregory. Which totally startled him out of his domestic bliss after his father died in a car wreck on his way back from work.

Ever since tthen, his mother has been taking double shifts at the hospital (I HC THAT SHES A NURSE) in order to make enough money for them all, she doesnt get home until late at night and rarely gets to talk to Gregory anymore, which would obviously stir a bit of pain inside of someone after losing so much and not having much support from the only support figure that he had left.

He saw glitchtrap as a support figure over time, he seemed..pretty nice, and what he said always sounded legit, so he couldn't be all bad right?

But as Gregory delved into the madness, his mother began to notice his increasingly erratic behavior. The sweet boy that she once knew was now much more violent and aggressive, his mood switching at a rapid pace whenever he talked to her. Over time, they began to argue more and more often.

Because Glitchtrap had been feeding him lies to fuel his slight resentment towards his mother, to make it into something bigger. Telling him that his mother did not care for him anymore, that she was a liar, that she was happy that his dad died.

Now typically one wouldn't just outright believe this, but Gregory had been so sucked into it and trusted this rabbit guy so much that he hadn't realized how insane some of the things he said were.

One night after a really bad argument, Gregory goes to apologize to his mother, as sweet as can be. And of course, that's her baby boy right there so she instantly forgives him. He offers to make her something to eat to make up for it, and she lets him, because she'd just gotten home from an all nighter and she was really tired of having fast food.

Glitchtrap had convinced him to get his mother out of the picture, saying that he didn't need her anymore. So he poisoned the food.

He thought it was rather merciful, his mother had died in her sleep and no one had even known it happened until it was too late, he buried her and then never spoke or thought of her again until after he was freed.

...trauma 😭

[calkale]

Okay because i put my thoughts in the tags the first time heres some of my spn au thoughts

Also disclaimer i am changing the supernatural story so dont get mad at me for not including things or changing things you like this is my house and i write the au <3

Characters: Dean -> Mav, Cas -> Ice, Sam -> Slider, John Winchester-> Duke Mitchell, Mary Winchester -> Slider’s mom (her name is also Mary in my Slider lore so), Bobby -> Viper, Ash -> Goose, Ellen -> Carole, Jo -> Bradley (he’s like a teen in this but don’t worry theres no Jo and Dean content 🤮 thats his godson) 

-slider and mav aren’t actually related, they were both 6 (mav older by a few months) when their parents got married, duke was a widower and mary was never married 

-Getting this out of the way although i love the chevy impala i am a truck freak so mav drives his dads black 1990 toyota sr5 with an extended cab 

Backstory: -viper and duke were both navy pilots now “hunting buddies”, they took mav and slider out hunting occasionally but whenever they went on long “hunting trips” they left slider and mav at home, that’s because these hunting trips were monster hunting trips

-the same thing that happens to sam and deans mom happens to mav and sliders mom but when they’re both around the age of 10, since they’re older and not stupid they have a lot of questions that duke can’t just bullshit answers to so he tells them about monsters and what he thinks took their mom (because he doesn’t actually know at this point)

-since they no longer have a house they stay at vipers or go on the road with duke 

-once they both start high school slider wants to stop hunting and stay with viper to focus on school, his relationship with duke gets weird after that because duke wants him to keep hunting to find what killed his mom but slider wants to do well in school to make his mom proud, they come to an agreement where slider stays with viper but once a month he has to come hunting

-slider leaves for university (idk what hes studying), mav graduates but stays with duke, he starts hunting on his own 

Now time: -This au starts in 2005 like the show

-duke picks up a lead on the thing that killed mary but is super vague about it when telling viper and doesn’t tell mav anything, he says he’ll be gone for a week but a week and a half later theres no word from him, viper refuses to go after him because “he’s gonna get himself killed” and “ive been telling him to let it go for years” but mav still has to go look for him

-mav finds slider and this basically carries out exactly how it does in the show, he agrees to help for one day, when he gets back his gf is dead, agrees to ditch school 😎 to come help look for duke

story wise thats all i've got so far, i want ice to come into the story a lot sooner than cas does in the show and i dont remember when ash, ellen and jo come in but i want them to come in sooner too. hopefully ill actually work on this more but i hope you guys enjoy

Character descriptions:

Mav: -has the classic dean necklace given to him by slider

-dresses basically the same as 86 movie mav but with flannel 😎

-does wear his cowboy boots but he’s normally wearing work boots

-eyebrow scar eyebrow scar eyebrow scar!!!

Slider: -wears his mother’s wedding ring on a necklace, duke gave it to him after she died

-dresses like early season sam, carhartt jacket, hoodies, tshirts and baggy jeans

-silver eyebrow piercing 😎

Ice: -exactly the same as cas but with a dark grey trench coat

-his eyes always glow a little, not enough that its noticeable unless its in the dark

-has a grey hoodie and black jeans for when he needs to look a little less “formal” 

Goose: -has a mullet its a key part of ash’s character so 

-just think mater from cars personified mixed with goose idk

Carole: -dresses exactly like ellen 

-her classic curly meg ryan hair stays tho

bradley: -just a mini goose

Duke and Viper: -they look pretty much the same, just some dad with a mustache and flannel

-only difference is duke always wears his wedding ring

[youareabird]

Prologue

3 Years prior.

Contrary to popular belief, people don't chalk up to what they say. Families break, friendships fade, and lovers weep. When you're younger, your life is filled with belief, thinking nothing can go wrong. Once in awhile, your innocence fades. When it does, it hits you like a truck.

I was ten when I realized life truly sucked, never thinking life would turn out the way it did. I thought my family was forever, never-ending in hard times. My mother died when I was born, childbirth is a wild thing to do when not one person in the room has experience. She died from blood loss, pushing a four pound baby out of your body while malnourished will do that. Sometimes I think I can hear her soft voice singing in the distance, guiding me and being there for safety. Truth was, I didn't know her. Never heard her voice or saw color in her face.

I don't think I gained consciousness until I was seven, not having any memory before that age. My father told me stories. Ones about the blazing city lights, horns honking from small cars, the noises from the zoo; not all of them were positive. But most were. He'd try to strike fear in my little heart, telling me about the homeless people on the corner. their pleas for money and housing on the side of the streets. Ones about the tragic history of our world, and how no one was the same.

My feet scrambled through the wooded path, branches and vines intertwined into the dirt below. My shoes were dirty. You could barely see the vibrant colors of my shoelaces as they were nothing but brown. Tall trees surrounded my body as I ran, dodging branches and trunks as I went. I could hear heavy footsteps behind me, thumping loudly with the weight of the person. Glancing behind my shoulder, I made eye contact with my dad. His dark eyes were clouded with anger as he ran after me, sunlight hitting his face ever so often to lighten his eyes.

We were in a smaller town before, one that was surrounded by the forest. We thought it would be safe, with the natural born fence surrounding us. But while we were raiding a house, a loud shriek sounded from nearby. Shaking the house as if an earthquake met our bodies. He wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me down to the ground as his hand met my mouth. His grip tightened around me at every small movement I made, causing the airflow to shortly cut off. I could feel my face begin to turn blue as we waited for anymore signs of life to reach our ears. It was quiet, shrieking subsided as we sat on the dirty floor. His hold didn't loosen. My head began to become dizzy, hands scratching at his arms for release. It wasn't until I opened my mouth, landing my teeth sharply into his hand. My elbow reached his ribs as I bit down, causing him to harshly let go. I made him mad with my movements, his face was contorted and red. Hands reaching out to grab me as I got up quickly.

I was too quick.

Running in between trees, the air around me smelled fresh. The smell of rainfall inching closer with each step I took. The panting of my dad grew quieter as the adrenaline kicked in, if I let him catch me. I would die. Our relationship has never been good, always fighting. He blamed me for the death of my mom, his wife, his everything. I don't know what he expected, having a child in this world. The chances of me surviving at birth and my mother was slim, let alone anyone surviving in this world.

We'd been on the move every single day, looking for a safe place to settle down. We only found that place once, it was our haven. I still remember it, the quiet structure of the house. the sound of only birds and wildlife surrounding it, it was abandoned when we found it. Tore apart and breaking. We thought we could restore it, build a fence and live a normal life. It was our fault for believing that.

I cant really remember what happened the night we left, the delirium of being half asleep and terrified. I remember shots being fired, the ringing filling my ears, causing distortion. Shrieks and clicks filling the air the longer we stayed. We barely made it out. I still remember the dark cloudy sky, the way my fathers hands held me with such care. Grass gliding its way through my fingertips as he ran. The last thing I heard was the panting of his breath as he gasped for air. His lungs probably burned from the running, but I couldn't think of the rest. That was the last time he cared.

Rain began to pelt down from the sky, covering my skin in wetness. The trees were thinning out, meaning there a break coming up. My legs carried me on auto pilot, I lost my dad a little bit ago but he was probably still on his way. Making it to the edge of the trees, I continue to sprint. The ground caved before me making me tumble down a long hill. Rolling down the large slope for what felt like minutes, the ground finally leveled out. 

I landed on my back, my lungs being winded from the tumble. Soft rain hit my face as I stared into the sky. It was cloudy, the tears of the gods drumming onto the land with no hesitation. Letting out a loud groan, I slowly sat up. The soreness coming from my ribs indicated bruising would occur. "Ilene!" a voice boomed, causing birds to retreat from their safe spots. Tilting my head up, I peered at the top of the long hill. 

There he stood. My father, my flesh, my blood. Staring down at me with anger present on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, lines creasing between his eyebrows. Mouth turned downward into a frown. In his large hands was a shotgun, one of the only weapons we had. My eyes widened in fear as he pointed it towards me, finger on trigger as he pulled it. A bullet shot towards me, landing by my hand as I quickly scrambled onto my feet.

Thank god his aim was shit.

Turning around, I began to dash away. Of course, as I always do, I jinxed it. Another shot fired, hitting my calf. "Fuck!" I yelled, stumbling slightly. Trying my best, I continued on. Limping as more shots rang through the air. Mud splattered with each bullet, they landed sharp and quickly. His feet were slow in the mud, yet so was mine, as he kept aiming towards me. 

Ringing filled my ears, making it hard to hear the environment around me. I could feel the sting in my leg, water pelting down on it causing the blood to rid itself. My feet carried me farther into the field, more trees filling the area. The field was in the middle of mountains, blocking anyway of escape unless I wanted to climb into the snowy climates with a hurt leg.

It was the recipe for disaster.

The shooting stopped as I got further, he was on my tail. profanities strewn through the air as he followed. The rain was becoming heavier, making it harder to see in front of me as I went. In the distance, hooves could be heard. Not being able to pinpoint where it came from, I kept going. Praying that they weren't coming near me.

I could barely make the silhouette of a horse as I ran. Coming straight in my direction. Fuck. "Hey!" the man yelled. Fuck. I stopped short, looking behind me quickly to see my dad, shotgun still in hand. Fuck. I turned again, looking at the man on the horse, closer than he was the last time I saw him. Swallowing hard, I began walking, my pace fast as I made my way towards the stranger. This was stupid. "Are you lost, what are you doing in these parts?"

Coming out in a croak, I tried to reply, "I-I'm being chased," Pointing behind me at the still enraged man, "He shot me in the leg, he's my dad."

"He shot you?" He asked quizzically.

Pain shot through my body, the bullet wound aching. "Listen, he's fucking crazy!" I threw my hands into the hair. "I'm not armed, my leg is bleeding. Please."

He grew closer. Gun pointed. A shot rang through the air, I screamed loudly. Another bullet in the body, arm this time. The man hopped off his horse, aiming his gun at my dad. "No! Don't!" I screamed. Even though he shot me twice, put his hands on me and blamed me fore everything wrong in his life. He was still my father.

Glancing towards me, his eyes were soft. Letting down his gun, he looked towards the angry man, taking a few steps forward. "Put down your weapon!" he said, his voice radiating authority. But he didn't stop, raising the shotgun at the stranger, he put his finger to the trigger. 

One shot ran through the air, I closed my eyes tightly, I was sure the horse man was hit. Body freezing as a hand landed softly on my shoulder, I peeked one eye open. Meeting kind eyes. "C'mon kiddo." he said softly, "Lets get you patched up." 

Eyes opened widely, I peered around his shoulder. My dads body laid silently on the ground. His eyes were open as he let the rain wash his anger away. "Is he dead?" I ask meekly.

"He was a threat."

Nodding knowingly, I tried to escape his touch. Stopping short as my knees buckled beneath me, "Fuck." I whispered. The wounds bled, soaking my clothes and grass that laid beneath me.

"C'mon, I have a community. We'll patch you up." Before I could argue with him, his calloused hands swooped under my knees, causing a small yelp to escape my lips. "You're okay. You're okay." With my malnourished body in his arms, he made his way towards the horse. Carefully sitting me in front of him as we began to gallop away. No pain stayed in my body, no thoughts and no emotions. The corners of my eyesight began to turn dark, spots clouding my vision as I slowly left consciousness.

--

I didn't know how long I was out for, where I was or if I was dead. Lights shined directly into my eyes as I opened them, white walls surrounding me. I could've been dead. But i don't I am. Looking down at my feet, a blanket was pulled over my lap. It was thin and a dull color of blue, pieces of yarn sticking out, being threatened to be pulled on.  A soft cushion was behind my head while i laid on a bed. Moving slightly, a dull ache shot through my leg and up my arm. Eyes screwing shut, I held in a breath, slowly letting it out shakily. "You're awake." a soft voice sounded from the door. Looking up, I was met with horse man.

His face was aged, wrinkles surrounding his forehead and eyes. He was maybe in his forties, thirties if you're being generous. His dark hair was slicked back, peeks of grey showing themselves, it curled at the nape of his neck. His face was adorned with a mustache, one that even I couldn't admit wasn't impressive. Light freckles were strewn across his darker sun kissed skin, creating constellations. They made me want to play 'connect the dots.'

He stood up straight, no longer leaning against the white doorframe. His feet shuffled across the floor, cowboy boots beating with each step. He pulled out a small wooden chair from the corner and gently sat down. He looked like a giant compared to the chair, indicating that it was made for children rather than adults. "I'm Tommy." he said gently, his brown eyes glistening with each word.

"Ilene." I say shortly. I didn't know if I could trust him, his face was welcoming and he radiated warmth. It hard to trust people, especially at this point in time. "Where am I?"

"You're in Jackson."

"Whats 'Jackson'?"

"Its this town. We have people here, a large wall and families. You're in the med room, right now."

"Med room?"

He nodded gently, "We had our nurse stitch you up. The bleeding stopped, no sign of infection but your ribs were bruised pretty badly. Almost broken."

"You have a nurse?"

"We have a lot of things. A theater, diner, garden, stables, houses and of course the med room."

"You said you had families?"

"Yes, we do."

"So we're safe?"

"Yes." a small smile appeared on his face.

"Can I stay?"

"We're considering."

"Whose we?"

"My wife and I."

"Who's your wife?"

"Her name is Maria."

"Where is she?"

He laughed at the amount of questions I asked, I guess waking up from god knows how long just to ask fifty questions is humorous. "Listen, kid. I know you have a lot of questions but you're still pretty injured. Why don't you take some more rest and then Maria and I will show you around."

"Okay." I nodded gently. He wasn't going to answer anymore questions and to be honest, I'm so out of it that I wont even remember any of the answers. He put his hands on his knees before standing from the chair. Small cracking came from his knees, he must've been old. I swallowed harshly, throat dry, "Thank you." I whisper towards him as he walked out the room.

He turned to face the bed once more, "You're welcome." he says. His mouth forming into a smile that reached his eyes. 

[duskymrel]

Every time I (16) have been mistaken as my siblings mother, in order

How does this keep happening ik I look older than I am but I couldn't pass for more than 19 or 20.

When I was 14 my little sister (2 at the time) was throwing a tantrum in target at the checkup line so my mom told me to go outside and hold her. I live in the Bible Belt and this Karen looking conservative lady walked by and paused. She look me UP and DOWN, mean mugged me with disgust, and stalked inside the store. Made me mad because even if she *was* my daughter, why would you be such a bitch to someone who had a child at a young age? Note that at this point I probably looked 16 or 17, as I've always looked a few years older than I really am.

2. Last year my brother was late to his baseball practice so my mom told me to run ahead and take him to his field. One of the moms approached me and was like "oh, your son's uniform is ready, would you like to take it?" And my brain fizzed out and the only thing I could think to say was "I'm 15."

3. A few months ago my family and I visited Washington D.C. and we were in a gift shop and my mom told me to watch my little sister (she was about half a year old then) while she took my little brother and sister around the shop. The kindest old man ever came up to me and told me my baby was beautiful. I awkwardly smiled at him and was like "Oh, thank you, that's so kind! But this is actually my little sister."

4. My dad was on a work call and was sharing his screen. His background is a picture of me and my siblings, all four of us. His coworker was asking to see a specific file and said "Oh, the one right above your wife's head." My Dad didn't know wtf to even say to that and, as described from him, "autismed out and didn't say anything."

5. Today after dinner my mom had gone out to the car to put the baby in while I got some quarters out to get my brother and sister gumballs. The man at the counter pointed to my little sister and said "Oh, she's so cute! A little mini-me, she looks just like you!" And I just died inside and said "Probably because we're sisters!" Then proceeded to refer to my siblings as sis and bro in front of this guy until we left.

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My siblings are 7, 4, and 1 why do people keep thinking I'm their mom oml. I love them so much but like I do NOT look that old.

[incompleteth0ts]

No more birthdays

Percy fucked up. Percy fucked up big time.

Percy threw himself behind one of the crumbling pillars that were still left standing in Olympus’ golden halls as one of his father's life-sized nude statues went flying and smashing against the floor where Percy was just standing.

The marble flooring crack beneath Percy's feet as his grandfathers laughter grew louder and closer.

“There is no point in hiding from me, grandson. As your 16th birthday creeps nearer, I begin to gain more power. You will die halfling. You and all those you hold dear,”

Percy screamed as Kronos swung backbiter down on him in a wide arc.

“No!”

Percy cursed as the top of his head hit the top bunk of his bed.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Are you ok, sweetie?”

Percy rubbed on the growing knot on his forehead. “Yeah, Mom I’m fine, just a bad dream. Sorry for waking you.”

Percy listened for the retreating sound of his mother's footsteps faintly hearing Paul on the other side of the door asking if he was alright. Percy felt a little bad for waking his stepfather (?) up, because he knew that his mom would be able to read between the lines and understand that the nightmares he was having weren’t the kind that could be explained and reasoned away, not that Percy and Sally both haven’t tried lying to themselves about the nightmares that always found their way to him.

He couldn’t tell Paul that he was having nightmares about his grandfather and not seem like a complete lunatic.

When he could hear the sound of his mom’s bedroom door closing, Percy climbed out of bed and opened his bedroom window to step outside and onto the fire escape. 

Percy stared at the moon that was washed out by light pollution and midnight clouds as he cursed his rotten luck.

Thalia.

The luckiest demigod Percy knew. She died and came back to life only to be granted immortality. Thalia was all the things Percy wished he was. Prophecy free.

The daughter of Zeus was…kind of disappointing to be around. She was bossy and liked to tell Percy what to do and get mad when he didn’t want to do it. He could see where Annabeth got it from.

Thalia had managed to avoid becoming the prophecy child. Another thing Percy envied about her. Thalia had found a loophole around it all.

She’ll never age, never turn sixteen, never have to fight Kronos, never have to die a second time.

Luckiest person ever.

Maybe Percy could convince his dad to turn him into a local flora. Maybe a Jasmine plant, his mom liked Jasmine or maybe a lily pad.

Percy climbed back into bed and dreamed of frogs and hot tea.

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“You cannot hide from me forever, Perseus Jackson. I will find you, and when I do, I will handle you just as I handled your father,”

Percy watched in horror as the ground underneath him split open, revealing miles on miles of teeth. Percy tried to jump out of the way but was pushed forward into his awaiting doom.

Percy turned around and locked eyes with a frazzled blonde woman, turning the baby swaddled in her arms around so that it could watch him fall.

Percy gasped when his face connected with the carpet in his bedroom. Percy sat up to glare at the pillow he had shoved in between the bars of the top bunk of his bed and rubbed his bruising forehead. If this kept up, Percy would start to turn into an even bigger seaweed head.

Percy untangled his legs from his dark blue cover as he tuned into his mom’s and Paul’s conversation.

“I want to ask him this time. I don’t want him to think that I don’t care about him.”

“Percy knows you care, Paul, but he’d feel bad if he woke you up.”

“I know, but I’m worried too, Sally. This is the third time this week.”

Percy, unable to listen in on his mom and Paul's argument about him, decided to choose for them. “Paul is that you?” Percy giggled at the audible, flailing from the other side of the door.

“Y-yeah, buddy, it’s me. Are you feeling okay? I thought I heard something fall? Buddy? When have I ever called him that?”

“Everything’s fine. I just fell off my bed.”

Percy could hear his mom trying not to laugh at Paul's kind-hearted attempt at checking on him.

“Looks like Sally didn't tuck you in tight enough tonight. I'll leave her a one-star rating in the morning.”

Percy laughed at Paul's joke and collected himself from the floor.

“If everything's alright in there, then I'll leave you alone. Try and head back to sleep, Percy. After all, tomorrow's a special day.”

Percy froze from his spot on his bed.

Tomorrow was a special day?

Perch leaned over to check the time on his alarm clock.

12:03, August 17.

Tomorrow will be his 15th birthday, and today will be his last day as a 14-year-old.

Tomorrow will be his last year to live.

Percy felt ill.

He broke into a cold sweat and tried falling back asleep like Paul had said.

Six hours later, his mom came knocking on his door to wake him up from school.

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“Goodnight Percy.”

Mom bent down so she could kiss the top of my head and twirl my hair in her fingers.

“Good night, Mom. Love you.”

Mom smiled at me like she was being reminded of all the reasons she loved me, too.

“I love you, too. Now go to sleep honey, tomorrow's a special day for my special little man.”

My mom looked at me as if I was aging right in front of her. She's been looking at me like that a lot recently.

“Sleep tight, Percy.”

“I will. Night Paul!”

“Goodnight Percy! Try not to fall out of bed again!”

“Paul Blofis, you think you are so funny!” Mom turned to me as if she couldn’t believe half the things that Paul said to us like he was the Greek anomaly.

“I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart.”

Mom closed the door behind her, and I turned to face my blinking alarm clock.

10:58, August 17.

Only a couple more hours until my birthday. Only a couple more hours until my final countdown.

I played with the edge of my blanket as I tried to fall asleep. I thought of the tips I was given at camp to help me fall asleep faster.

Slowing my breathing, sitting up straight, lifting, and lowering limbs. Nothing was working.

11:07, August 17.

This wasn't going to work.

I yanked the blankets off of me and threw them on the floor. Tip-toeing on them, I made my way to the fire escape.

Unlatching my window, I lifted the glass enough to slip out closed it behind me before the nightlife woke up Mom and Paul. I leaned against the safety rail and stared at the moonlace sprouting in Artemis’ glow.

It was a miracle that the flower had managed to survive this long. This single sprout will live longer than I ever will, and it'll be all Mom will have left of me.

I turned my back to the moonlace.

The thought of turning 15 made my stomach twist even more so than the thought of turning 16.

I wanted to get angry like I used to when I was 12. Since the day I was born, the world has been punishing me for all the bad stuff my dad has done, and now I'm doomed to be killed for all the bad my grandfather will do.

I paced the tight space available to me on the fire escape. I was starting to sound like a revenge-hungry lunatic.

I returned to my sulking position on the fire escape railing. I didn't want to grow old.

“It's rather late nephew, shouldn't young boys such as yourself be tucked away in bed.”

I nearly fell over the side of the railing. Two robed arms circle my waist and pull me back to safety.

I was pulled back into the chest of someone who should not be in front of my bedroom window.

“Be careful nephew; it would be a shame to have Thanatos claim you before me.”

I turned around, so I was face-to-face with the man holding me to their chest.

Standing in front of me in all his ten-foot glory was Lord Hades himself.

He was backed into the corner closet to my closed window and tall enough to curl around it. It was like looking at Batman before he launched and attacked.

I nervously looked down at the metal platform we were standing on. The metal didn't give a rickety squeal like it usually did when more than one person got on.

Hades looked assumed with my untrusting panic. He curled his massive body around, blocking my view from the alley and pressing me against the window pane.

I hoped Mom or Paul didn't try to check in on me like they've been doing lately.

“Scared that we'll fall, Perseus?”

Scared of a lot of things right now, falling is only one of them and by the look of things the least deadly.

“Yeah, just a little bit. What about you? When they were calculating the weight limit, I don’t think they took any Gods above the height of 7’3” into account.”

Hades seemed to take his height and non-existent weight into consideration before shrinking down to a more respectable height of 6’4”.

“I suppose you’re right. Humans lack diversity and possibility nowadays.”

“And answers to the unsaid, why are you here?” God or not, if he came here for a round two kidnapping of my mother, I would do more than slice the back of his heel.

I watched as my uncle traced abstract shapes in the glass of my window. On the other side, my alarm clock rode on a wave of shadows and pressed against the glass.

11:35, August 17.

“Your birthday brings me here. You will be a man soon. Your father sends me new souls every day in his grief.”

The shadows of my bedroom twirled and took the shape of a weeping man. All around him dozens of tiny people pleaded for their life only to be swept away by a wave of his hand.

“You will be 15 tomorrow, making you a year closer to being the prophecy child. To preserve or raze, Olympus will live on or fall by your hand nephew.”

I tried not to let my Uncle's words get to me, I already knew all this, the fate of the world sat on my shoulders and somehow it was heavier than the sky itself.

“So what? Did you come here to kill me? Give you guys some more time to plan before Kronos regains his powers. Well, news flash, but your brother has already tried that. Like twice!”

I tried to create some distance between us but all that seemed to do was bring us closer. And what did he mean I’ll, ‘ be a man soon’, with the way things are going I’ll never be a man, it was a miracle that I even lived long enough to become a tween.

Hades laughed and despite our rocky past, I could feel myself blush at the feel of his breath on me.

“Yes. I suppose my, fool, of a younger brother has tried to kill you, ‘like twice’, already and it can be argued that I have done the same, which is why I am here.”

I watched in wonder as the god of the underworld got on his knees and clasped my hands in his.

“My dear Persephone left me for the surface months ago. My days and nights grow lonely without her, for years I've suffered from withdrawals, but you can help me Perseus, and I can help you.”

I felt the air get knocked out of me once I started to become aware of just how badly things were turning. I tried to pull my hands from his but he pulled me back into him.

“Asked me for sanctuary. I’ll protect you.”

The sky split apart with thunder lighting up the alley. Hades looked at me with crazed eyes. Here he was offering me ‘sanctuary’ from the war at the cost of…

“Stay with me Perseus. You are a child of summer, stay with me when my wife is away, become a god, and avoid this war tucked beneath the earth. Allow someone else to take this burden.”

“Nico is next in line Uncle, if I don't do this, he will have to.”

Hades squinted at me, seeing something that I wasn't. He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something but another flash of lightning came around.

“Nico is training to become stronger. By the time he is 16, he will be ready.”

I had a hard time believing him. It was hard to look at Nico and not envision the once naive and hopeful ten-year-old boy that he once was.

“I swear to you, so long as you seek my protection it will be given. All you need to do is indulge in my sacred fruit.”

From the shadows at my feet, Hades pulled out half a pomegranate, the juice was still running down its skin staining his bone-white hands a rusted purple. Some of the seeds were smashed and busted open like the fruit had been violently ripped apart. I imagined myself as the pomegranate, ripped in half and dripping in the palm of Kronos.

I allowed my Uncle to pull out six of the nicest seeds and press them to my lip.

“Eat nephew before it is too late.”

He had risen from his kneeling position and licked on the juices that dripped down my chin. His sticky hands clung to the fabric of my pajama shirt. Tilting my head back I opened my mouth to let the seeds roll down my tongue.

My mouth watered from the tart taste of the fruit and the crunch of the pits. I’ve never eaten a pomegranate before. I hadn't expected it to be so messy.

“Slow down nephew, I'd hate for you to choke.”

I felt even more like a child when Hades began to clean my face with a handkerchief.

“There, all done. I'm so very proud of you Perseus.”

My bedroom window began to violently shake against the elements surrounding us. If Mom hadn't been woken up earlier she would be now.

Hades opened my window and ushered me inside the safety of my bedroom.

“Go to sleep, Perseus enjoy this time with your family while you have it, come next spring you will be mine and the marriage will be official.”

Just as quietly as he came he left without so much as a shake on the fire escape.

“Percy? Are you alright honey?”

I watched my mom through the window reflection as she pulled her robe tight over her shoulders.

“I'm fine. The storm woke me up, I wonder what Uncle's mad about now.”

My mom looked around my room anxiously like she expected Zues to jump out of my closet and strike us down.

“Go to bed honey I'm sure everything is fine.”

Mom kissed me on the forehead and tucked me in ‘extra tight’ as suggested by Paul and closed the door just enough to leave a crack.

When I turned to face the blinking numbers on my clock I could almost feel the pomegranate seeds rise back up.

11:59, August 17.

Forever 14.

________

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Percy…”

Percy watched the candles with a blank face robotically blowing out the candles once the song ended and accepting the first slice of cake from his mother. He didn’t feel any different but his uncle made it sound like it would be a year-long process.

Looking around the room Percy imagined what his life would be like. Sally and Grover were sharing some of their favorite memories with Percy to Paul(most were embarrassing) but they looked tense. There was a shift in the atmosphere and they could feel it.

“There's the birthday boy.”

“Big Brother!”

Percy managed to push his piece of cake far enough to not have it squished in between his and Tyson's body when pulled into a bear hug.

“Tyson, you made it!”

From behind the counter, Percy can see Paul waving his hand at Tyson and his mom trying to explain that he didn’t come out of her too.

Percy watched as Posideon rounded the corner and froze when he saw Percy. The floor in the kitchen rumbled before his dad grabbed a hold of himself and walked the rest of the way in.

“Percy! I'm afraid I can't stay long. I just needed to drop off Tyson and your birthday gift.”

Before Percy could get up on his own Posideon snatched Percy out of his chair and dragged him to his bedroom.

“Percy I don’t know what it is that you've done, but it’s thrown our world out of line,” Poseidon grabbed Percy’s shoulders and brought him to face level. His eyes were manic. Percy saw years of storms, sailors' mangled bodies being broken against cliffs, and monsters waking from their slumber to feast on the unfortunate. Percy saw the description in his father's eyes. “Percy, what did you do?”

“...I’m sorry Dad.”

Percy broke out of his father's arms with strength that before last night he did not have. Returning to the party he told his mom and stepdad that his father had left through the fire escape. Digging into his flavorless cake Percy asked his mom if Tyson could stay the night, smiling when Tyson ran to the linen closet and began to pull out blankets and plans for a pillow fort.

__

I lay facing Tyson watching as he shook the picture on the wall with his snoring. It was a good thing that I wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight or I would never find peace.

“It’s a wondrous thing that the Cyclops has yet to eat you. I hear that the babies are the hungriest.”

I watched as my uncle's silhouette circled Tyson’s fort before stopping at the ‘doorway’ which consisted of pillows tied together by the case corners. His shiny Italian loafers poked past the fabric and tapped at me impatiently.

I rose to my knees and took one last look at my and Tyson’s latest creation. I leaned over and pulled as much of him as I could into a hug. The night was beginning to feel like a final goodbye.

“You said that come next spring I would be staying with you.”

“Yes I did say that, but your father came to me today with some strongly choice words. I figured it would be best to speed some things up,” Hades raised his hand when I stepped forward to argue. “I’m not taking you home with me now, but it would be best to consummate the marriage while we still can, yes?”

“Consummate?”

The shadows in the living room rose to ceiling height before crashing on us like deadly waves. Just before I was washed in darkness I spotted the time flash on the microwave.

2:13.

August 18th.

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FIRST FIC DONE🎉🥳

@hadesxpercy-events

[guiltycorp]

One of the many things I like about Kaeya as a character is that his inner conflict is so nuanced.  Like, there are different shades to his loyalties! When it comes to Mondstadt vs Khaenri’ah — Kaeya has abandonment issues from his dad leaving him and then also from Crepus's death and from Diluc, but when it comes to his own duties he is similarly flaky. If you think about it, Kaeya is abandoning his own people in a similar manner without showing much remorse ('sinners' line and his attitude towards the Abyss Order). When he did go against the Abyss Order by gathering info on them, he passed it over to the neutral party (the Traveler) instead of reporting it to the Knights and we can assume that he does the same when collaborating with Diluc, pointing him in the direction of the Abyss Order activity without attacking them himself directly. Neither declaring them his personal enemies, neither joining their cause.  He was irritable about Diluc selling Crepus's manor and wasting father's 'legacy', and yet he himself claims that Khaenri'ah's legacy is long gone. He’s an actual descendant of the regent family, but chooses not to follow their goals of reviving their homeland. Their legacy is there, but he avoids it. And then gets mad at the Ragnvindr heir for doing something as innocuous as getting rid of a small part of his father’s inheritance only because it feels more personal to him due to their relationship (plus he was maybe drunk I guess). And yet! He was apparently forbidden from celebrating his ancestry (the burnt note about Alberichs, keeping 'the truth' about himself hidden), but he still puts Khaenriahn symbology on his outfit and incorporates its design elements into his attacks...  Kaeya is always bringing up his ‘pirate’-grandfather who’s probably going to turn out to be a very real person, although maybe not an actual pirate. He doesn’t keep his surname hidden, either, and likes jokes that hit a little bit too close to home (’that must make me a descendant of the last royal family too’). So, when it comes to his more personal familial issues — He's surrounded by people who are in some type of broken-family situation. Jean is a child of a divorce, separated from her sister by their parents' decision, Rosaria was stolen away from her family and then also had to kill her new father figure, Klee's mom left her in Mondstadt for years. His only real example of what a normal family should be like were the Ragnvindrs, but even then 1) mom’s gone, 2) Crepus apparently lied to his son about important matters and then unceremoniously died (mercy-killed by Diluc). And when Kaeya also revealed that he was lying about himself, Diluc rejected him. That, and being abandoned by his bio dad, is why Kaeya feels so strongly about broken relationships and being separated from family. However! Despite his strong need to belong somewhere, he is routinely messing with his subordinates (providing sadistic challenges for them, wasting their time with Darknight Hero stuff, openly mocking them at times) and he clearly prefers to work alone. His only real emotional connection to the Knights is his relationship with Jean, but it’s still more of a working relationship (just compare how Jean acts with him and how she acts with Lisa.. and remember how Kaeya shied away from admitting that he organized her birthday).  Despite wanting to belong, he makes the conscious choice to pull away. Despite being loved by half the city, his only real attempts at a deeper connection are focused solely on Diluc. Really, he could choose anyone in Teyvat to carefully reveal the truth about himself once again and then forge a real relationship with them. But he is stuck trying to get through to a man who already rejected him once, because it is a safer alternative to risking heartbreak once more.  

Idk I just love how even though Mona says that Kaeya ‘believes he has made a clean break with his past’, he is still clearly undecided about much of anything. He strives to have strong convictions like Crepus&Diluc, but he has an extremely shaky ideological foundation which leads him to an unfulfilled life. But trying to fully commit to a cause or a person would be too risky! And his life is overall still pretty happy, so he has no real need to do that, which means... he’s stuck like this.

[shedpuns]

au where the dreemurrs' monster children come in the other order.

Undyne, young and passionate, so eager to harvest six SOULs from the surface until she feels Chara's real intent and realizes this isn't justice. But revenge won't bring anyone back.

Asriel, born just before the first child falls and his parents split, growing slowly without his mother's magic while she wonders every day why his father chose him over every human child. Learning to fight with his twin sabers, serious and quiet, a lonely lover of tea and magic. He'll be his father's son, he swears. He'll do what his sister could never have, and, holding the last SOUL aloft, bring humanity to heel before the absolute god of hyperdeath.

His best friend, his student, the only one who's any fun to play with--Papyrus deserves to drive down the highway under the warm sun. Rather than rising from the ground like her spears, his bones plunge from the heavens like lightning.

In darkness, Alphys wakes an old and lonely spirit. She comes and goes, heart heard, teeth sharp. She gnaws her own petals for the taste of golden flower tea. Dad, mom… is she even theirs anymore? Was she ever? Her brother is happy. She's only ever been Determined. Time goes backwards, forwards. What's the answer? Where's her justice? Where is Chara?! She calls herself Spear. That's all she is now.

But these monsters are interesting. They wake up feelings she swore were just In Her Way. Alphys, her crush, her rescuer, the one who gave her a second chance. Papyrus, her best friend, her favorite plaything, the one who makes her realize laughing isn't always crying.

The last human.

Toriel's child--they cut her down. That's alright. Chara's just mad again, and Undyne understands now. She understands when they rip her best friend away. They're her best friend.

She doesn't understand when the brother she never knew stands in their way. Too determined to die, his body twists and warps and stretches and pulls the very barrier in to form his wings. He is the angel. She was supposed to be the angel, until she wasn't. Now the child who steps past his broken invulnerable body is the angel.

(To him, when his best friend dies, everything shatters like glass. Love is gone, hope is lost, compassion dead. Everyone's hearts are beating in his ears--humans, monsters, something else that doesn't even know she has one anymore. They want an end to this stupid game. This isn't funny anymore! He just wants them to reset everything, he swears. Take it back! Give him his friend back! Give them all their friends back!

but they refused.)

She watches them laugh as they raise their knife to her, and laughing isn't always crying but since Papyrus fell she and her brother and her sibling have all laughed in the same wretched voice. Does she refuse them? No one is left to see. Surely, that camera in the corner goes unwatched.

Time goes backwards. Forwards. What's the answer? Where's her justice? Where is Chara?

She tries to take their SOUL the second they fall, but Toriel is wise to her tricks. Fine. She'll wait. She'll watch.

Toriel's child--they leave the nest, singed and determined, promise they'll come home when the barrier is broken. She did too.

Papyrus' best friend--they laugh at his jokes, his basketball shoulders, call him on the phone at all hours of the day and night.

She did too.

He did too, the Dreemurr's new angel. With prismatic light he hunts them in the marshes, swearing he'll live up to every example his father set him. But he can't-- seem-- to strike the last blow. He knocks them into the marshes, and the flowers whisper in their ear, and he is no closer to understanding why he wants to stay his hand because the memory of those flowers speaking to him was just a dream. Gone in daylight. They keep running into his ring of stars during his monologue so FINE! He'll fight them right now! He'll kill them over, and over, and over, because there is no such thing as a happy ending. This is all that's left. But apparently all they hear is him asking them to stay and befriend him, even if he doesn't understand. His threats fall as inaccurate as his Shocker Breaker, and Papyrus insists that everyone come make friends.

They tell him about Toriel, and he says they're the sibling he wishes he always had, and a floral heart twists with envy.

Alphys and Mettaton's little darling--she keeps them away from her dark secrets, so she goes there to plot. Watches old anime, writes speeches, stews and stews and stews.

She's watching the palace camera when they finally, finally, cave to injustice and raise her sibling's knife. Okay, Chara. If all humans must die…

With six SOULs, vengeance is incomplete. She is steel and dripping flesh and a single shining eye, turning the sacred shape of battle into something fast-paced, unrelenting--ironically, the genre named for SOULs.

Her sibling--NO--is fast and clever and almost as good at the knife as she the spear, and when her six minibosses hold her down she almost, almost, sees justice from her shining eye. But the eye that sees is on the other side, seeing their signs for mercy, mercy, mercy.

So she lets them go. Revenge won't bring anyone back.

Or will it? That knife was Chara's. Was that kind smile? That quick wit? Dad said he saw their look in this human's eyes. She knows science now. She forms a hypothesis and tests it, follows the human back to the lab. Endures the stirrings of the heart that should be dead. Shapes the story for the human--lab entries, tapes, the seeds that stick to you and won't let go. Watches recognition dawn.

At the barrier, her family defies her. Don't they understand?! This is Chara all over again. And once she takes their SOUL, they'll all be together forever. She won't let them down this time. Even her brother, her beloved, join bolts of lightning and guard them from her. Even Papyrus. FINE! She doesn't need anyone. She feels their hearts beating as one and yanks.

Seven, she says. Seven human SOULs, and we'll be together forever. You promised me, Chara! You promised your sister--

UNDYNE THE UNDYING.

The wind is howling.

She is a shadow of armor on the shining barrier. She screams at the uncomprehending child before her, hatred and anger and vengeance and

injustice and loneliness and the agony of failure.

Mercy is for the weak, she tells them. All humans will die! This is the end, the inevitable, everything they all cried out to her for. Killing them now is her mercy, she says, and they tell her that mercy is for the weak. She is weak, they say, to try to kill them like this, to throw away justice, to hate humanity. She can be strong, they know she can, but she has to give up her dreams of murder.

She is weak? She needs to get stronger. Determination bends to her will and every SAVE point cascades into her form. She sees every timeline, good and evil, sees the form her brother took before their blade and stars help her but she thinks it's cool.

Armor cracks and warps like living flesh. A knight becomes an angel of death. Spears rain down like the shooting stars she saw falling through the sky the one night she saw the surface.

(she wished for every monster to reach the surface in peace)

She is the one with the Determination. They cannot SAVE her. She will finally, finally, give everything and destroy humanity just the way she wanted.

But they can SAVE something else.

Toriel and Asgore stop blasting fire past them at each other and welcome their child with open arms.

Sans and Papyrus' dark eyes finally shine with hope.

Alphys brushes away seeds and recognizes that even her worst mistake loves her.

And Asriel, Asriel, golden boy, angel, cannot stop laughing. Frisk, isn't this hilarious? None of it mattered. Nothing either of them did mattered. The world is one big long cycle and it's Undyne and Chara's story, not theirs. This is just a game, and they are not the players, Frisk! Hee hee hee... hee hee hee... hee hee hee...

He's unprepared for them to say, so what?

So what if they're not the ones in control. They're having fun, aren't they? They had tea. They shared stories. They roleplayed as the Absolute God of Hyperdeath and his favorite human hero. They talked on the phone, and Papyrus was there, and this has never been his story but he has been the most important character the whole time.

With six SOULs saved, they feel something else resonating within the Undying, stronger and stronger--

[Save] *▇▇▇▇▇ Dreemurr.

They didn't even know you could be adopted until they met the monster princess, the one who looked nothing like her mom and dad but had his braying laugh, her ridiculous jokes. They didn't even know anger could be something beautiful until she raged at the barrier, hurling spears and rocks into it to see how they burned up in the light. They didn't even know Determination was the future of this world until their games went wrong and she pulled the fumbled knife out of her eye and told them to try a little harder than that. They didn't even know revenge wouldn't bring her back until they were both dying in the garden and their hideous laughter was dying in her throat.

It was a mistake. An injustice. They were children, not knights, not angels, and the winged armor slowly melts away to nothing as she screams at them that she will not die.

They tell her she won't.

She tells them she will, because she has failed, because she is strong enough to break the barrier with every heart beating as one but afterwards she would go back to just being Spear.

Every heart is beating in her ears, too loud, and Frisk tells her what they're saying. They like Spear--angry, lonely, lost, Spear--because she has changed, but they all have changed, and she's still Undyne.

She tells them to strike her down, and, dutifully, they raise Chara's knife and whack her on the shoulder with the pommel, just like they used to do.

So she lets go. She knows what justice is, she knows where Chara is. She knows the answer. She shatters the barrier, and fades. In the flowerbed, she chews on a petal and tells Frisk to take care of Asriel and her parents, or she'll come back, and they'll wish she had just taken their SOUL.

On the surface, Papyrus drives down a highway in a red sports car. Asriel drinks tea with his father and mother--nothing will repair their relationship, but they both love him dearly. Alphys is reading a love letter.

And Undyne, the lost Dreemurr, asks you to let her family live their lives. Around her neck, a rainbow ribbon.

[otteranha]

 part 1 Part 3 of the snowed in blackout at Steve’s house fic*

*did I skip part 2 because this section was finished and wouldn’t get out of my brain? yes, yes I did. apologies for any confusion, part 2 will be out sometime. 

It was nearly 6 o’clock and the chaos had dulled to a simmer. Eddie had to admit that it was a lot of hosting to take on for a lot of long, dark, empty hours if Harrington had been letting the kids stay over since the storm. No wonder the guy looked shell shocked. Once the question of the television was officially out, Eddie got the kids circled up, passing around a flashlight as they told each other ghost stories. Peace reigning upon earth, Eddie peeled himself off the floor and left the group to their pseudo-campfire tales, and snuck back into the kitchen.

The overhead lights were still on there and in the hallway, everything else dark. Steve was arranging fix-in’s for s’mores on several plates. It was the first time Eddie’d seen him alone all day. Steve looked up, “Hey thanks for your help this afternoon. I think I might actually have lost my mind there if I had to face that lot alone.” Eddie hadn’t expected that. “Oh, no problem. You’re the one doing us a favor really.” “Yeah but you fully made yourself the bad guy back there, with the TV. That- that was a big help.”

“Well, you can’t play good-cop bad-cop all by yourself. They always gang up on you like that?” “Nah,” said Steve, “Usually they’re pretty great. I want to say sweet but that’s giving them too much credit, usually they’re...” “Salty? Savory? Umami?”

Steve laughed. “Sure, let’s go with that. Besides they’re lightyears better people than I was at their age so. I try to cut them some slack.” He trailed off, then exclaimed, “Oh you never got your shower did you?” Eddie, in fact, had not. 

“You can go now, if you don’t mind showering by lantern. The water heater’s still getting power.”

“Right now I’d shower by bioluminescent fish if the water was hot.” 

Steve laughed again- strangely gratifying. “Let me get this out to them and I’ll grab you a towel.” He disappeared with the snacks. When he returned he lead Eddie not towards his dad’s gym where everyone had been showering all day, but upstairs.

“Luring me into the bowels of Castle Harrington? I’m not going to end up bricked into a wall, am I?” Eddie asked. The hallway was long, deeply carpeted and spookily pristine.

“It’s a mess in there. I swear, not one person cleaned the drain. I should make a sign.” He lead Eddie into a bedroom with an ensuite bathroom tiled all over in what was either pale grey or lavender, impossible to tell by flashlight.

“Your parents don’t mind you letting the rabble invade their room?”

“Oh, this is a spare room.”

Eddie felt himself blush, of course it was a spare room idiot. Because people like the Harrington’s had to spend their money on things like rooms nobody slept in 90% of the time. He bounced around, distracting from his mistake, coming to rest in front of a display of photographs on a presumably empty dresser. 

“Must be handy for all those Harrington family get togethers, huh?”

“d’Agostino get togethers actually. My mom’s family. Dad’s an only child.”

“That explains a lot.”

“You’re an only child, aren’t you?” Steve said, but he didn’t sound mad, just matter of fact. 

Eddie had to admit his point.”Touchè, your Majesty.”

“They were going to have more kids I guess,” Steve went on, “But mom says she ruined her figure enough just having me.” His tone was light but in the weird flickering light from the flashlights, everything seemed to have a kind of gravity.

“You have a lot of cousins,” said Eddie looking over the photographs- dozens of people with symmetrical faces, standing in symmetrically arranged poses in rows symmetrically arranged frames.

“Yeah. We haven’t seen them in years. Mom stopped talking to her family after my grandpa died. It was tough on her and- ” he cut himself off abruptly.

“And what?” “Nothing.” “Tell me.” “Rich people problems. You don’t want to hear about it.”

“Sure I do,” and to his surprise Eddie did. “Lay that Park Avenue drama on me Harrington.”

“My mom’s got three brothers, she’s the only girl. It’s just that my grandpa was really old school, traditional, you know? He divided everything equally among his kids in his will, but instead of leaving my mom’s share to her he... he put it in a trust. For me, when I turn 21. I don’t know all the details, I was only 10 when he died but I remember she was going to leave my dad. She had an apartment and a lawyer and everything.” He drummed his fingers nervously over the dresser and went on. 

"Then her dad died and she was gonna use the money he left her to get away and start over. Only she didn’t get any of it. And her brothers wouldn’t help her out, because they thought she was asking for more than her share. I think she was kind of mad at me too, because grandpa left me the money instead of her. I tried to give it to her once when I was a kid but she just got upset and told me not to mention it again. Anyway she stopped talking to her family after that so. Not many family get togethers.”

“That’s not fair though. It wasn’t your fault, you were just a kid.”

“I know, I think she just couldn’t help being a little mad about it. She’s a good mom though.” Steve raised his chin, defensive. The beam of the flashlight lay across the long column of his neck. “Oh yeah?”

"She could still have left my dad, but he would’ve kept me. His lawyers are really good. And she wasn’t going to leave me with him.”

“I get it,” said Eddie because suddenly, weirdly he did. He had something in common with Steve Harrington. Upstairs in the dark house, it felt like they were the only two people who existed, not in Steve’s parents’ guest room, but some weird pocket realm, through a wardrobe, or a looking glass.

“Do you?”

“I really do Steve.” Eddie cleared his throat, “My mom tried to leave my dad a bunch of times. Sometimes she had to leave in the middle of the night without even a bag but she always took me with her.”

“Oh.” Steve looked at him, this common ground seemingly just as surprising to him as it was to Eddie. “Is she- where is she now? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“Drunk driver.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah me too.” They stared a bit, not directly, but pretty steadily at each other’s shoes. Then Steve shook himself, tossing Eddie the towel.

“I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks again for helping with the kids. I really hate it when they get so- when I have to disappoint them like that.”

“Any time you need someone to play the big bad, just whistle. Especially if I can claim all the amenities of chez Harrington, seriously this towel is like a cloud had a baby with a lamb.”

“Aren’t lambs already babies?”

Eddie snorted. “Semantics. Now shoo.” Steve shooed. 

[vamp-stamp-fics]

Th Black phone Headcanons

Fandom: the black phone

Tags: hcs, fluff, some angst on Vances hcs

Word count: 1192

A/n: I've been hyperfixated on this movie for at least a month and I'm finally posting about it. these are some of the Headcanons I have for the black phone currently. I'll probably make a part 2

Sexuality hcs don't shit on me for this. If you don't like the thought of gay people in the 70s personally evaluate and ask why the hell you're mad

• Finney - bisexual

Gwen - an aggressive straight Ally. She'll pop anyone in the mouth that disrespects Finney she already does but she'll do it twice as hard if it's cus his sexuality

Robin - homie kisser

Vance - another homie kisser (they're just like me fr)

Bruce - bisexual

Griffin - either unlabeled or straight. On one hand he seems the type to not care what your gender is he just likes you but on the other I don't see him liking boys so idk I'm still contemplating

Billy - straight Ally (I'm sorry but I don't see him liking dudes romanticly. Ik I'm crushing every Biffin shipper rn 💀)

• Finn's favorite color is blue

• Robin's favorite color is green

• Gwen's favorite color is pastel pink. She always tells Finney that Yes there's a difference between pastel pink and regular pink

• Vances favorite color is also blue but he likes more darker blues while finney likes lighter blues

• Billy's favorite color is red

• Griffins favorite color is orange

• Gwen did ballet when she was around 7 but stopped doing it when her mom died

• Gwens favorite book series is Nancy Drew & her favorite movie is wizard of oz

• Billy & Griffin are absolute little shits together. Billy's the shit talker Griffin's the instigator

• Vance violently brushes his teeth. Like the bristles on the brush are flared 💀

• Bruce is an avid Michael Jackson enjoyer so is Robin

• Robin is a absolute horror nut. (In a modern au he'd love analog horror the walten files I feel he'd especially like. Also in a modern au he'd force Finney to play fnaf with him) besides Texas chainsaw massacre he definitely likes Halloween & Friday the 13th (if he was still alive that is 💀)

Rip Robin you would've loved Rob zombie ✊😔

• Vance is constantly getting into arguments with his teacher in one way or another. The only teacher that isn't on his ass is his English teacher which is his favorite. She's basically like a 2nd mother to him of course he'd never tell her that. He acts all tough in that class but the minute everyone leaves he somewhat dials it back when she tells Vance he did well today and he actually got a passing grade on one of his tests totally not projecting here

• Vance: "ur mom"

Finney: "my mom's dead"

Vance: "damn my fault 💀"

• Billys dogs name is Goldie

• when star wars was realesed Finney absolutely loved the movies and dragged Robin to see them with him

• speaking of Star wars one Halloween Finney & Gwen dressed as Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia

• Vances childhood dog was a bloodhound

• Speaking of Vance he had a pretty rough childhood. I heard that he's a Canon mamas boy so I'm using that as well. He grew up with an abusive and alcoholic father who'd constantly abused him and his mom. He'd always tried to intervene and protect his mom causing him to get hurt. Afterwards his mother would just comfort him as best she could and tell that he shouldn't involve himself when his parents argued. His mom got so fed up with it that she left Vance and his dad when he was 8. She didn't want to leave him but she was so emotionally and mentally drained she just left on impulse. Vance doesn't exactly hate his mom for it cus he knows it probably would've been worse for her if she stayed, but a part of him does resent her for it and wonders sometimes why she couldn't just take him with her.

• the choker he wears was actually his mom's. it's the only thing he had that she left so it has pretty sentimental value.

• Vance has a 6 year old sister named Tara. When he went missing she was basically the only one looking for him. She'd go on her scooter after school everyday around the neighborhood and stay up late watching the news to see if she could get any information. Tara was up when the news stated he was found dead and cried knowing she'd never see her brother again.

Anyways sorry for the sad Vance hcs back to our regular scheduled programming

• Tara's just as foul mouthed and intimidating as her brother. The minute she talks it throws people off bc a little girl calling someone "fuckhead" is definitely something they weren't expecting. kicks anyone in the balls if they mess with Vance or his pinball machine. Gwen absolutely loves her and hangs out with her alot. She's basically like another older sibling for her. Whenever Vance is playing pinball she's either outside playing ball next to the Grab n Go or sitting next to him let's pretend there's a chair next to the pinball machine lol drawing in a coloring book.

• Vance refers to his dad as old man

• Vance love life is interesting to say the least. He doesn't feel like he needs a relationship but wouldn't mind having one. Tho he's not gonna be romantic at all about it 💀 i mean he's not gonna be a dick to his s/o and he'd try to be romantic but he's not gonna call them pet names and be all flowery. a date with Vance is just watching him play pinball tbh

• Vance either is in a band or wants to start one. If he hasn't started one yet he'd never admit to his friends that he wants to make one

• Vances favorite holiday is Halloween so is Robins cus he loves horror sm every year he and his friends wear costumes to scare kids trick or treating

• Modern au: Finney & Gwen don't have cable tv so if they wanna watch shows from CN, nickelodeon etc they go to Robins house (Totally not projecting again) Finney's favorite show is the amazing world of gumball Robins is regular show. Gwen's favorite show is Craig of the creek and her favorite character is Kelsey. When it comes to non cable tv Finney & Gwens favorite show is Mr Rogers neighborhood

• Modern Au: Finney watches game/film theory. Robin watches it with him sometimes but only if it's horror movie/video games

• Vance can't ride a bike for shit. His mom tried teaching him before she left but he couldn't get his balance

• Robin is a roller skating/skating pro. He can do different tricks and flips and Finney always wonders how he does it without busting his ass. One time Robin tried teaching him to skate and ended up falling. Robin found it funny until he saw the giant gash on his hand

• Gwen uses pinkie promises. She's aggressive with them too. she'll be holding her Pinky to Finn "YOU PROMISE? 😠" and he'll say "yeah yeah I promise 😒"

• Modern Au: Gwen has a rainbow loom and makes a shit load of bracelets. Has whole box full of them. She gave a few to Finney and Robin

[sadlynotthevoid]

So, about the LCF x Naruto crossover AU with Sakura, Naruto and Ino—

Sakura is born in a happy, wealthy family of three, now four with her. She's pretty much traumatized for the whole dying thing and everything about her previous life, but her new family helps.

Her dad is a loving, quiet silly man, her mom is one of the most amazing people she has met, and her caring older brother Cale is the best.

Then her mom dies, her dad goes to who knows where and her brother is the only one who stays. Cale comforts her, tells her stories and hug her to sleep, and eats with her even when he obviously can't stand the food in his mouth.

(—Not because of the flavor of the food, even though he's quiet picky, but because he doesn't seem to savour anything but sweets.

"It tastes like dirt", he says one day.

Sakura looks at the half-eaten creamy chicken on his dish— his favorite— and frowns.

She thinks on how difficult was to eat anything on her bad days, how everything tastes insipid and hard to swallow. She remembers how Naruto only would ate ramen or, later, popsicles when he was feeling down. She remembers her shisho giving her tea and dango, saying that sweets are better for the heart. She thinks, and wonders if her brother is the same.)

Cale is there for her, and in exchange, she's there for him.

She hugs him when he needs it even if he doesn't ask for it. She seats beside him with a book when he's looking lost. She talks about everything to fill a bit the silence in this giant house.

(—And isn't that stupid? What is the point on living in such a place if all the other rooms around them were left without use? What is the point on hiring so many servants if the house still felt empty? Weren't most of them adults? Why they just stay still and don't help them?!—)

She tells her about her dreams before anyone else, because he deserves to know before everyone else. She gets a new sketchbook for him when she notices how his fingers would twitch, but then never touch his last one.

Slowly, he starts to smile again.

And then their father comes back.

He comes back with a pair of strangers and calls them family. He presents an unknown woman and calls her their new mother and—

—And Sakura is furious.

How does he dare?

Sakura is a kid, only five years old (she hadn't seen her father in a year). But she was an adult once. Her body, feelings and mind can be the ones of a child, but the knowledge is still there. And she knows, she knows— this is wrong. This situation is wrong.

This isn't supposed to be like this. Parents are not supposed to do this. They shouldn't be so...so...

Her mind is like a mess of twirls, but the feelings are clear and loud. Her father is talking, but she can't hear him. She sees his mouth moving but all she can do is glare at him with anger and betrayal.

"Egoist."

She doesn't notice she said it outloud. Nor when she left the room. She doesn't notice she was running nor the boy coming after her.

Sakura is too mad to notice all of this.

So, she runs and hides in a room that smells like home. She cries and punches the floor, until her brother comes to hug her. Like he always does.

[heroictoonz]

Maybe It Will Be Fine [ @febuwhump ]

Ships: Stenny

Warnings: (Assumed) Suicidal Ideation/Attempt, Referenced Child Abuse

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Stan was out later than he should have been. He knew the last bus was gonna leave in an hour. He’d have to call his mom to come pick him up if he missed it. Another conversation where he had to choose to tell the truth or lie. Lie and tell her he was fine. He just lost track of time. Or tell the truth about how he felt. Felt about the farm. Felt about his dad, who somehow always found ways to make his life worse. Felt about his sister, who he struggled more and more to connect with as they aged. Felt about his mom who never had the guts to leave and take him with her when she had the opportunity. 

His hands buried themselves in his pockets as he walked. He hadn’t even realized where his feet were taking him till he had looked up to a familiar head of blonde hair. 

He realized he had taken himself to the end of the street just at the edge where the train tracks cut the town in half. Well, half was putting it nicely. In reality, the tracks separated the McCormick family from the rest community. 

On those very tracks laid the body attached to that familiar head of hair. Directly on the tracks. 

Stan broke into a run. Grabbing the teen’s arm and yanking her so hard that both of them tumbled to the ground. The very blonde hair cascading around Stan’s face. 

Kenny opened her eyes and looked down at Stan. Bright sky blue, widened with surprise, met dark ocean blue, widened with horror. 

“Stan!” she hissed out. “What are you-”

Stan interrupted her by grabbing her arms. Tighter than he meant to. “Don’t do it, man!” he cried out, giving her arms a little shake. 

Kenny blinked down at him for a moment. Finally, she let out a huff. Putting a hand on one of his. Letting it rest there for a moment before gently removing it from her arm. 

Stan let her take his hand down, even matching the movement with his other hand of his own accord. He watched, eyes still wide, as Kenny sat up (now straddling his legs but he was electing to ignore that for the time being.) 

She pulled her hair to hang over her left shoulder and looked down at Stan with a frown. “Dude, calm the fuck down.” 

He wanted to bite back at her. Tell her he had no reason to be calm when he just stumbled on one of his best friends trying to kill herself. But any words died in his throat. The light of the moon and the flickering street lamp illuminated her face enough for him to see it. 

A large bruise, just forming from how fresh it looked, made a perfect frame around her eye. The eye itself was a little swollen. In fact, taking a better look, he realized just what state she was in. Besides the bruise, she looked more unkempt than normal. He could have sworn that he could see the smallest bit of blood in her hair alongside her ears. 

He was, however, surprised that her eyes were dry. Not a tear in sight. It made him feel worse. 

Stan sat up and took her face in his hand. She didn’t flinch or say anything. Her expression was still just a tired frown. 

“What was it this time?” 

Kenny broke eye contact and once again, gently pulled his hands away from her. 

“Dad’s mad his only sober son’s a fag.”

The words struck Stan like lightning. He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows just from the sound of her voice and her expression that Kenny sure as fuck wasn’t. “Isn’t he always mad about stupid stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded. Her face then split into a devious grin. Showing off the opening where a tooth definitely sat last Stan had seen her. “But I don’t always pour out the vodka down the toilet.” 

“Dude,” Stan whispered out. Equal parts in disbelief and holding back laughter. “I’m surprised he didn’t kill you.” 

“Eh,” Kenny shrugged. As if the idea of dying didn’t bother her. 

It then rammed back into Stan the earlier sight he had stumbled onto. His frown came back tenfold. “Dude, seriously, why were you laying on the tracks?” 

Kenny bit her lips the same way she did when she had a secret. “I’m fine man, seriously. I got the train schedules memorized. I wasn’t gonna do nothin’. Honest.” 

Stan’s frown didn’t move. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that. He didn’t voice this, though, as the next second, she sat down fully on his legs with a little huff. “Where’s the blood from?” He asked instead. 

“He tried to rip out my gauges and some of my hair.”

She said it so nonchalantly that Stan almost didn’t register her words. “Jesus…” he muttered. 

“What about you?” 

“Huh?”

She raised a brow at him. “Dude, the last bus left like ten minutes ago.” 

“Oh,” was the only response Stan could give. It was his turn to look away and give a nonchalant shrug. “Lost track of time.” 

“Bullshit man,” Kenny chuckled sadly. “You runnin’ away finally, or what?” 

“Yeah right,” Stan scoffed. “That’d be nice, though, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded with another toothy grin. The sight of her missing tooth made Stan’s gut twist. “Gotta wait till at least one of us has a license, though.” 

He knew she was trying to at least get a pathetic chuckle out of him. Unfortunately, all he could muster was a sigh. He pulled his legs out from under her and brought his knees to his chest. 

“If your face gets any longer, man, I’ll think you were Animorph-ing into a horse.” She moved so that she was sitting next to him. Their shoulders close enough that he could almost feel her hair tickling his neck. She bumped their arms. “What’s got you all depressed?” 

“I just,” he gave another long sigh. Pressing his face into his knees. “Doesn’t it just all feel so hopeless sometimes?” He turned his head just enough to look up at her. 

She tilted her own back at him, almost in question. “I mean yeah,” she almost laughed. As if it were so obvious that it was funny. 

“And yet here you are, still…” Stan sighed out, waving a hand at her grinning back at him. He didn’t look away from her now. He was enjoying the sight of her lit up by the moon. She always had an almost dark beauty to her. Which, probably sounded stupid as fuck now that Stan was thinking about it. Especially with how much she glowed like the sun. Both her hair and smile. Gap and missing tooth, only adding to her charm. Well… the missing tooth sucked, but it kinda fit her. He could get used to it. 

“I mean, why not,” she shrugged. “If I don’t smile and laugh when things suck, what can I do? Not like dying fixes any of my problems.” 

“Says the guy I found trying to make out with a train,” Stan huffed. 

Kenny only laughed. She fucking laughed. Stan had caught her trying to kill herself cause her dad beat the shit out of her and now she was laughing. 

Stan always knew he’d never understand Kenny. But, honestly, he couldn’t even bring himself to be upset. Her laugh made something in him feel warm. It… actually made him feel kinda sick. Thank god he’d grown out of the whole crush-puking thing. 

He wasn’t expecting her to fall onto him. Her body leaning against him and her head falling to his shoulder. It was a little awkward with how much taller she was than him. Maybe he would be sick, actually. The way her warmth seeped into him and her hair draped against his back made him feel gross. But gross in a way he liked. 

“What if we never make it out?” 

She hummed almost as if she were thinking about his question. “I dunno,” she mumbled back. “Maybe the world will get swallowed by a space frog or some shit.” 

“Huh?” He looked down at her, more confused at her words than anything else. “What’s that mean?”

She gave a shrug. The feeling of her arm against his pressed to the forefront of his mind again. “Anything could happen, man,” was her only response. “Wanna go break into the school and sleep under the bleachers?” 

Stan let her grab his hand and followed her in the light of night. Though he was pretty sure he’d follow her anywhere she asked. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe things weren’t that hopeless. Not when Kenny’s warmth pressed against him under the gym bleachers, using their jackets as blankets. Not when Kenny was here with him, and he could see her smile and hear her laugh.